Inside Writers Block:
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It was an emotional moment today for Noah. He had just gone out to see Inside Out, and walking out the theaters, he felt like a changed pubescent boy. Sadness leaned casually backwards onto the console and faced the other four emotions. "Okay, people. Noah is feeling especially creative today after watching Inside Out, so how about we write a fan-fiction? I'm thinking a gloomy story that acts almost like an epilogue, but anything else is up for grabs." The other four emotions simply stayed quiet and nodded to Sadness, temporarily shocked as to the events of the movie. Joy, merely a secretary now compared to what she used to mean to Noah, smiled optimistically after a minute of thought. "I think it can really help Noah cheer up after that emotional train-wreck. The train of thought is literally sitting at the bottom of the abyss now and the mind-workers are fleeting to make a new one. He won't be able to make music for a good few months, so this might be good for him in the meantime. Maybe we should try for a happier-" "IT WILL NOT BE HAPPY!" Sadness screamed directly into Joy's face. "Ahem. Noah is feeling very emotional right now, and we need to act upon that. Do you understand?" No one spoke, and Joy simply had run off to another room to think happier thoughts. She has been emotional herself since Sadness took place as the lead emotion. "Good. Let's get started on this melancholy story."
1 week later...
"Okay, so I'm thinking that, now that Riley is asleep and Joy is on dream duty, how about-" Suddenly, a slot opened up in the ceiling, right over the console. All the emotions stared up at it, confused. They heard something being moved, and a giant metal case dropped from the hole in the ceiling and planted itself on the console. Sadness and the other emotions attempted to move it, but to no avail. "Agh, forget it, let's just make a new story. I'm sure we can maybe get back to the other story when we've gotten another surge of inspiration, but until then, how about we just write a few short stories and deal with that." "But what do we write about?" Joy spoke up from the back, being unconsciously guarded by the other three emotions. Sadness thinks for a second, then suddenly gets a devious look on his/her* face. "How about..."
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