Knives -Prinxiety- (Rewritten, this is old)

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Jesus...I'm becoming obsessed with this book...Save me now- wait no- LEAVE ME HERE I DON'T WANNA LEAVE- *Falls in fandom* AAAAAAAAAAAAAA WORTH IT-

Princey walked up to anxiety's room, He heard licking sounds. 'Is...Is that him or a cat?' Princey thought. He then heard it stop. "Ooooh, Virgil! Patton has made brunch! He wants you downstairs!" "...W-" "no excuses, I'm afraid!" "....Fine...."

He heard shuffling, like he was trying to find something. Roman stood there, sorta worried. He didn't want to come out and eat, he didn't want to come out for a video most of the time. But yet someone forces him too.

He then hears the door being opened ever so slightly. "Can't I just eat here again....?" "No, Patton wants to see you!" "Ugh..." He opens the door all the way and starts walking out. Princey just thought he was being just how he normally is.

Until he sees he's more forcing his sleeves down. "Somethings wrong...." Roman then walked downstairs and saw Patton actually squeezing anxiety to literal death. "P-Patton...I-I can't b-breathe-" "oh sorry kiddo!" He drops him. "OW-" "sorry again kiddo!" "It's fine..." He sighs and everyone ate after that.

"Roman, pass the salt. " Roman looks at anxiety. "Roman no-" Roman quickly grabbed anxiety bridal style "Oh god" "IF YOU INSIST-" he throws him across the table "AAAAAAAAAA-" he quickly fell off at the end of the table and surprisingly landed on his knees. "Ow... My legs..." "Son, what'd we say about throwing anxiety over the table?" "You didn't." "....W-" "SIKE-" Princey ran. "KIDDO COME BACK-"

Anxiety got up. "...I'm fine...I'm fine.." "So much logic.." "Look in the mirror. I see someone who calls themselves logic a lot!" "....how dare you...."