Hello. I'm not the best at making introductions, so give me a break. Oh, is that it? You want to read? Well, no mercy for a first timer I guess. Just kidding. Any creative criticism is welcome here, because I'm not too sure what kind of Inside Out fic this is. Either way, hope you enjoy the intro and I'll update as soon as possible. Bye for now!
Look, I'm only in this for money and jelly beans. Sure, it would be great for the honest Mind worker to give their own opinion of the snobbish, high and mighty "emotions" who sit up there lording it over us, but there are certain ones who would most likely hunt me down if I did (Cough* Anger *Cough). The Mind reader called me in for the interview and they were all like, "Come on! We weren't going to print that good a headline anyway!"
This I believed. Half the time it was something like "Riley wins hockey match!" or "Dead mouse found under carpet!" You couldn't read a single page until it was replaced with yet another one. So I cracked in the end. After all this – and by "this", I mean the tragedy, the violence and the sheer ludicrous aspects of it all, you low wage comrades out there should feel better about your existence. Being top notch isn't what it's all cracked up to be. And if it doesn't, I honestly don't know what will.
So we'll go over all five. We'll begin with a bit of story and flourish in a little happiness…and then, for the best part, we'll wallow in the depths of their darkness and despair. I'm cruel like that.
Good? Good. Let's go.