A/n: Okay, so many of you are probably aware of that little gem, the Interview in which they disclosed Fear having feelings for a certain green someone. Go find it, its great. And hey, I hate to be that person, but, well…no I don't. I am that person.

I had to write it, and yes, I'm working on Maturation, but this was bugging be in the best of ways, people. I tried to find a place in the movie in which to fit this missing scene, but the people in charge couldn't do it, and it turns out that I couldn't either. So I made it into it's own thing. Cuz it totally has to happen.

On with the fluff!

Fear was on the very cusp of hyperventilation. He was curled into a quivering ball on his bedroom floor, whimpering into his hands. His eyes were wide with his namesake, and he deeply, desperately wished for a paper bag right about now.

None of these things would be particularly worrisome, as they were something like commonplace with the purple emotion. Except, this time was different.

Being scared had never hurt so bad.

His eyes were becoming increasingly glassy as he stared at nothing, his being consumed with thoughts of what had transpired moments ago. With what he'd said, who he'd said it to, he didn't think he'd be able to focus on anything else, ever again.

III

"Why can't you just give it a rest, already!?"

"It would't have to be this way if you weren't so insensitive!"

Fear and Disgust fought often; enough that, while Joy would try for a moment to stop them, on principle, the rest of the emotions had learned to just butt out and let it run its course—even Anger. Spats between the two were the type to be loud enough to drown out anyone else's presence, let alone their voice. So it was, Joy, Sadness, and Anger stood back and watched as Fear and Disgust, near the console, shouted and raved.

It was a bit worrying, however, because while most fights were about decisions made at the console on one of their parts (as the current one had begun), this one had turned decidedly more…personal.

"Insensitive?I'm trying to make sure Riley makes the right kind of friends! One's that are sure to make her popular! I want what's best for our girl; HOW is that insensitive!?"

"Because you're setting her up for a betrayal, or embarrassment, or at the very least a shallow friendship—"

"I'm the one setting her up for embarrassment?What about you? You're the one who just made a laughing stock of us!"

Fear sputtered for a moment, but quickly recovered. Sort of. "At least I care about her well-being, and am trying to keep her out of danger, even from potential friends," he spit the word like poison, "What about you? You're so shallow, you're willing to risk happiness for approval? What kind of person does that?"

Disgust's eyes were wide and surprised. Everyone's were. Fear had never attacked her character so openly. She thought quick. "You're one to talk! When have you ever made a decision with one of us in mind? When have you ever asked me if I though something was a good idea, huh?"

"Oh, there you go, making it about you—"

"When have you ever asked me how I was feeling, or if I slept okay? Pfft, 'insensitive.' You don't care about anyone but your sorry, sniveling self!"

Disgust was near hysterical. She pointed a shaking finger accusingly at Fear, and while her eyes were harsh, they shook with an emotion that she wasn't personally familiar with. She was steadily advancing on Fear, even as he tried to mentally catch up with her sudden topic change.

"Disgust, I-I don't know wh—"

"You parade around Headquarters, like you some big-shot defender of the people or whatever, but really, you're just a selfish, sorry excuse of an emotion! You call yourself our friend but you don't mean it! As long as you do your stinking job, everything's fine and dandy, right!? You don't care about any of us! You never have! You don't care about me—"

"Disgust, I've always loved you!"

And like that, a spell was cast. Not a breath was taken by any of the five, and nobody moved. Fear couldn't see or didn't care to notice the other three, but the look on her face…

Disgust's eyes had gone completely wide, her heavy eyelashes fluttering. Her scowl was gone, and the fight lead from her stance. She looked utterly shocked, and…

And as she took one, then two, tentative steps backwards, away from him, the spell was broken, and Fear couldn't stand to watch another, more horrible look wash over her face.

With a sharp inhale and a quick retreat, Fear was up the ramp and in his room, on the floor. Away from them. From her.

III

Fear buried his face in his curled knees, his tears finally finding their way down his face. There was no way, he tried to convince himself, no way that that had actually happened. It must have been in his head, he hadn't slept well the night before, it was a horrible, terrible daydream…

He could't do this.

How could he even go about his life now? He saw her every day, and it was hard enough knowing that he would have to settle with admiring her privately, from afar. Now he had to deal with knowing that she knew it.

Would she just ignore him? As messed up as it was, Fear found that his what what he hoped would happen. It would be best if she would just refuse to acknowledge this, shun him even more than she did before, because the alternative was…

Fear shuddered. The alternative was unthinkable.

If possible he curled in on himself even further, his sporadic shivers becoming rhythmic jerks as he began to cry quietly in earnest.

He loved her. He did. And rejection already hurt so much. What was he going to do when he was actually faced with it?

A/n: Yeah, so, probably not the funny little exchange they had in mind for the ad-lib, but hey, you all know how much I love to make things more dramatic than necessary and that I like to make my favorites feel bad. It's what I do. Maybe one day I'll make a lighthearted interpretation of Fear's confession, where things are a bit more…canon, but IT IS NOT THIS DAY! Anyway, yes, yeah, I'll go finish the next chapter of Maturation now…

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