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Riley lounges on the couch as the movie she was watching ends and the credits roll. Before long, a new movie starts. "We can find something better to watch than this.," says Disgust, touching the console, causing Riley to turn the channel. "Let's look for a feel-good show!" Joy announces, though turns out the choices are sparse. "Let's just put that movie back.," says Ennui, opening the console app. With a slide of her finger across her phone screen, she makes Riley resort back to the movie she had turned. The movie is barely better than staring at the wall, causing Riley to doze off from boredom. "She's napping. Now what do we do?," Sadness says. "We could play a game.," suggests Fear. "That's a great idea, Fear!" exclaims Joy. "Ooh, I know! Truth or dare!" Fear gives a slight eye roll. "Truth or dare? Are we at a slumber party? A bit cliche, don't you think?" Fear's snarky attitude is a cover-up for being scared to play truth or dare. "I

“Honey? I-It’s good you’re calling your friends. K-keep talking with them.” Hiding Riley with her body protectively as she wore her backpack, Joy hissed at the door, that woman rubbing her the wrong way. “Time to get out of here, you guys.” It then hit her, her face lighting up. “Let’s go to your friends to get this sorted out.” Going to the window and opening it, the sound of an ambulance and police cars halting in front of their house forced Riley to stop walking. Inside, Joy spun around and lunged for Anger, unable to say anything other than growl while viciously pointing at the door Outside. Putting on his game face, Anger cracked his knuckles and neck while stepping before the Console, the other Emotions staying out of his way. “Riley? You know what you need to do.” Calling up every memory with large amounts of red, it worried most of them that the slow pace sped up to a column of Red drowning the other colors in HQ. The only one outright ecstatic was Joy. “Come on

Those words continued bouncing around in their heads as their parents tried to reassure them that they would help them through this situation. Their bodies began shaking in terror and uncertainty until their mouths opened. “Fear, a little help here!” Before their parents’ Emotions could react beyond worrying fear, their body sprinted from the room, up the stairs, and slammed the door shut, locking it and slamming the chair under the doorknob. Stumbling about, their body fell into the bed, the sound of the door trying to be opened driving Riley/Joy/Fear to wrap their body in a blanket. Inside Headquarters, the Emotions struggled to separate themselves from Riley while their mom convinced her dad not to force his way in. After calming down, they finally got themselves back in their heads, Fear and Anger speaking simultaneously. “Did that ever-?” “Sadness-?” Anger motioned for him to continue, which he did with a gulp. “Um, Sadness? Was that… Whatever happened… warned about in the

As the Emotions and their charge planned inside HQ, it hit them that Riley’s plan to project Inside, Outside, would be a wonderful addition. Fear highly objected to this, as too many things could go wrong. “And that’s why you’re here! To make sure that anything that could go won’t go wrong!” “So please, give us all a break,” a red hand reached up, grabbed him by the tie, and yanked him downward, “AND FREAK OUT SOMEWHERE ELSE PRI-VATE-LY!!” Gulping, he nodded and stumbled off as a concerned Riley and Joy approached the firebrick and Fear. “You know he just wants everything to go smoothly, right?” Releasing a deep sigh, he nodded as Joy talked to Fear. “I know, I know, it’s just… Fear and Disgust gives me a target, right? Something or someone to be mad at. It’s when those things aren’t physical, when they aren’t clear… It makes it harder to stay focused. To not… Explode at everyone and everything Outside. And that’s why I exploded at him. Because… For once, there shouldn’t be

She stumbled into bed, trying to suppress the images and voices replaying in her head, solely focusing on the comforting voices of Joy and Sadness, ignoring her parents behind the locked door. Anger and Disgust were at the back becoming ever more unbalanced at the insanity choking their 11-and-a-half-year-old human, Fear joining them. “I’ll KILL those-!” “Anger-.” “Unless we des-!” “Disgust!” “Riley, we’re here-.” “Just calm yourself-.” “We could do both at-” “SHUT UP!” The planners’ mouths slammed shut, Joy and Sadness shooting him a thankful glance as they continued talking to Riley. “Fighting or destroying them won’t change what happened! We need to get people’s minds away from it, get them to associate Riley with something closer to who she really is.” Finally getting them to be constructive, they paced and muttered, Disgust occasionally glancing at the islands. Two, in particular. “What about using, ‘Goofball’ and ‘Social Networking’ Islands?” They all looked at her