Princey had decided that he wanted to watch a movie with Virgil so that maybe he could make a move on the emo nightmare. You know, an arm around his shoulders, get a little closer, maybe a romantic kiss if he was lucky enough. He wasn't too sure about that last one, but he was tired of hiding how he felt.

The creative Side had no idea that Virgil had gone to the Imagination without letting anyone know.

He was just enjoying a peaceful day, under his favorite tree in Roman's kingdom. He'd gotten out his pocket knife and carved 'R+V' into the bark, which was one of the reasons why he loved it so much. If you asked the anxious Side why he'd done that, he tell you he really didn't know, just that it felt right.

The breeze blew at the willow branches that hung around him, making him sign happily as he relaxed against the trunk. It wasn't often that he could feel calm like this.

Roman on the other hand, wasn't calm. He was nervous to ask the anxious Side about a movie, fearing he'd be shot down because of his past mistakes. He was fully aware of how terrible he'd been to him. Nonetheless, he refused to chicken out; he was a prince after all.

He checked the common room for him, thinking that he might be sitting in his favorite chair with his phone, but he found nothing. Frowning, the creative Side made his way into the kitchen. "Greetings Patton," he said with a slight smile. "I was wondering if you'd seen Anxiety."

"Hmm," the moral Side hummed as he rolled out the chocolate chip cookie dough he'd been making all afternoon. "I don't think I've seen him for a while. I think I saw him go toward Logan's room though."

With this new information, the prince set off for the logical Side's abode. He knocked on the door and entered swiftly, finding him, unsurprisingly, working on something on his laptop. "Good afternoon, Roman," he said without looking for his shoulder. "What do you need?"

"One: how did you know it was me? Two: have you seen Virgil?" the creative Side said, raising an eyebrow as Logan spun to face him in his desk chair.

"To your first question, I saw your reflection in my computer monitor," he explained. "As for Virgil's whereabouts, he talked to me briefly earlier, but perhaps you should check his room? It is his typical location."

Roman felt stupid for not thinking to go there first. "Ah, yes, I was totally going to go there, but Patton said he saw him come this way so," he rambled in defense.

"Whatever Roman, is that all you require? May I continue my work?" Logan said with an arched brow.

The prince nodded and hurried out of the room, heading for the anxious Side's. He knocked upon getting to the black and purple door, but there was no response from inside. "Anxiety?" he called, thinking that perhaps he hadn't heard the knock. "Are you in there?"

With still no response, he headed inside. Roman froze; there was always something about this room that put him on edge. He knew it was the corruption's affects that were already beginning to take over by first making him anxious and unsure of himself. Determined to find Virgil, he pressed on and walked further into the threshold.

"Virgil?" he said, looking around. He wasn't on his bed, his desk chair was empty, and the bathroom door was wide open to reveal no one inside. "Hot Topic?"

Even with the use of the nickname he received no response. He felt like something was watching him though, making him look around nervously. "Okay Anxiety, nice prank, but seriously, come out," he said, crossing his arms. "I know you're in here."

Virgil wasn't in there. The prince checked every nook and cranny in the room; under his bed, the closet, the bathroom's closet and shower, he even checked inside the drawers of the dressers to see if there was something intended for him to get a clue of where he was. There was nothing. There was no sign of Virgil anywhere.

"T-This isn't funny, V-Virgil!" he yelled, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror.

He did a double take, reaching up to touch his face. Was his always this ugly? Why was his head so long? His front teeth were slightly crooked! Why had no one told him?! His hair was a mess as well!

The creative Side paid no attention to black eye shadow that had begun to appear under his eyes as he tried to 'fix' his appearance.

"I'm hideous!" Roman cried upon getting no 'success'. "What kind of maiden wants an ugly prince? I'll forever be alone if I can't fix this! B-But I'm trying and n-nothing's changing! What's wrong with me?!"

His breathing had begun to quicken. It was uneven and not giving him enough oxygen to fully supply his body. His head began to spin, and he fell to his knees.

There were these voices now, telling him that he was ugly, that he was never going to be good enough, that they'd forever be alone because of his ineptitude to make them look good, that he was useless.

He gripped his arms tightly, digging his nails in as black edged his vision. He'd been in here for far too long.

Virgil's eyes had been closed but they opened upon feeling the wind pick up. His eyebrows furrowed together, confused as to why the weather changed so suddenly. Perhaps Roman was having a brainstorming session? He looked up, eyes widening in realization as the sky slowly turned black. There was no way that was a brainstorm; that was corruption.

The anxious Side hurried to his feet, swallowing nervously. He tried to think about what could cause a corruption of the Imagination.

Two things came to mind: the Dark Sides were trying to take over, which was impossible considering Thomas wasn't even aware of all of them yet, or Roman was being corrupted somehow, which was also unlikely considering that only happened in Dark Sides' rooms-

A gasp escaped his lips. Squeezing his eyes shut, he teleported into his room with much effort. When he opened his eyes, they landed on the creative Side on the ground, panicking.

"Oh my god, Princey!" he exclaimed, rushing forward.

He fell down next to him, feeling the anxiety radiating off of him as a result of being in his room for too long. Virgil tried to think quickly, coming up with something that would help him when his mind flashed back to the Imagination and his peaceful tree.

"Okay, okay, come here, I've got you," he hurried out, wrapping his arms around him.

He focused on teleporting both of them to the Imagination despite the strain it put on him. The ground beneath him turned to soft blades of fresh grass. Looking up, he saw the black sky of the Imagination, feeling relief flow through him for a moment. He wasn't sure he could teleport both of them, but he had.

Speaking of the other Side, Roman was shaking in his arms, still breathing heavily. "Hey, Princey, I've got you, it's alright," Virgil murmured, pulling him closer and rubbing circles into his back. "You're okay, I promise."

"N-No I'm not! I'm hideous and self centered and a horrible friend!" he cried in response, tears sliding down his cheeks and landing silently on the anxious Side's hoodie.

"Roman, that's not true," he said, keeping his voice calm. He knew that the things he was saying were the things his room made him think. "You're not hideous, you're kind, caring, courageous, and an absolutely amazing friend."

His voice unexpectedly wavered on the word friend, but he ignored it. "Don't believe those corrupted thoughts, Princey."

The creative Side began to calm down, and the eye shadow that had been beneath his eyes had begun to disappear. When Virgil looked up, he noticed that the sky was slowly returning to a normal shade of blue. He sighed in relief as he felt the other Side's breathing match his own.

"Thank you," the prince murmured as he pulled away from their embrace. "I apologize for losing my head there for a moment..."

Virgil smiled at him, blushing a tiny bit when he realized how close they were. "Hey, any time Princey," he told him quietly. "For you, any time."

Roman's breathing hitched at the choice of words, which is when his gaze explored their surroundings. They widened upon landing on the tree; his favorite tree. He hadn't visited it recently.

He got to his feet, a little shaky at first but getting more confident with each step. "I remember this tree," he breathed, running his fingers down one of the hanging branches with a smile. "This was the first tree I ever created on my own, back when I was learning how to build the Imagination. There was already a base because of what Thomas wanted, but this... I made this just because I wanted to."

A smile stretched across his face as he looked up at it. Virgil watched him in awe, having not known that about it. He stood up and walked to join him.

"How did you find this?" he asked the anxious Side. "I haven't visited this tree in years, how did you..."

His voice trailed off as his gaze shifted to look at the trunk. Something had caught his eye, the carving. Roman walked up the tree, running his fingers slowly along the carving, tracing it without a word. The anxious Side could feel his heart racing in his chest was the prince looked back at him.

"I- um..." he stammered, fidgeting with this hands. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that, um..."

The creative Side smiled slightly. "Virgil the Imagination is here for you to indulge in your wildest dreams," he explained before chuckling. "You don't have to come here for that one to come true."

A bright pink blush spread across his cheeks as he realized what he meant. The prince crossed back to him, taking his hands in his and pulling him toward the tree.

They sat down together, fingers still laced as Virgil stared at him in shock. When he smiled back at him affectionately, a small smile found its way onto his lips as he looked down bashfully.

"So what were you doing in my room?" he asked after a few beats of silence.

The creative Side grinned and squeezed his hand. "I was looking for you," he told him, locking eyes with him. "I wanted to be with you."

The anxious Side felt like he couldn't get any redder as he looked down again and fought back a smile.