A Collection Of Various One Shots Depicting Thomas Sanders's Characters

[Platonic Moxiety] ~ Secret For The Mad

AND HERE IS DODIE SONG ONE SHOT NUMBER THREE! Let's see how many of these I'll do in a row before I break the chain. This is my favorite Dodie song of all time because it's sosososo important, and it helps me sosososo much. I suffer from depression and this song helps me remember that there's hope, it'll be okay.

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Morality appeared in Anxiety's room. "Hey, kiddo, have you seen—" He froze.

Anxiety tried to hide it, he tried to regain a neutral composure, but it was too late, too obvious. He had been crying.

"Virgil? What's wrong?" Morality instantly appeared at Virgil's side.

"Nothing. I'm fine." He shook his head.

"Doesn't look that way." Morality looked at Anxiety with concern. "Listen, kiddo... If you ever need anything at all, I'm here for you and I always will be."

"I know that. I do." Anxiety sighed. "It's just... I dunno. I guess I'm just sad for really no reason. That happens a lot." He laughed, a dry, bitter laugh that didn't have any humor in it whatsoever. He wiped a single tear with the sleeve of his hoodie. "I'm just a big baby. Crying for no reason."

"Don't say that." Morality said. "It's not fair to blame yourself for something you can't control, like feeling depressed for no reason."

"I just... I just don't see how this can get better, Patton. It feels hopeless." Another tear.

"It's not hopeless. Don't give up, Virgil. You're strong, we both know that." Morality said.

I've got a secret for the mad

In a little bit of time it won't hurt so bad

And I get that I don't get it

But you will burn right now but then you won't regret it

You're not going to believe a word I say

What's the point in just drowning another day

And I get that I don't get it

But the world will show you that you won't regret it

Little things, all the stereotypes

They're gonna help you get through this one night

And there will be a day when you can say you're okay

And mean it

I promise you

It'll all make sense again

I promise you

It'll all make sense again

There's nothing to do right now but try

There are a hundred people who will listen to you cry

And I get that they don't get it

But they love you so much that you won't regret it

You're at the bottom, this is it

Just get through, you will be fixed

And you think that I don't get

But I burned my way through and I don't regret it

Little things, all the stereotypes

They're gonna help you get through this one night

And there will be a day when you can say you're okay

And mean it

I promise you

It'll all make sense again

I promise you

It'll all make sense again

I promise you

It'll all make sense again

I promise you

It'll make sense

Again

Anxiety was crying harder than before. Steady streams of tears poured down his cheeks, but he was smiling through them.

"Thank you." He managed. "Thank you so much, Dad."

Morality wrapped the crying Virgil up in a hug. "You're welcome, kiddo." He placed a soft fatherly kiss to his forehead.

Anxiety cried, because sometimes it was better to cry it out. And Morality was patient and comforting and understanding, and he didn't mind one bit about the tears and snot on his cardigan.