Hi everyone! So, I've been thinking about this for a while, and I was wondering, did the emotions have any emotions of their own? Well, I know they have emotions, but, do they have emotions like the humans? And, where do they come from? So I figured, what if the emotions were people first?

By the way, my story, In the Thin Atmosphere is not discontinued, but it's probably in the back of my priorities right now. But then again, why did I expect anyone to read a crossover between a book from the 19th centuries and a fandom flooded with crossovers? So, by now, I'm probably just writing it for me, and to raise my average Word-Per-Story count, honestly.

Anyway, thanks for reading this. It's probably going to take a while to finish, so, thanks in advance if you stick through with me.

And, like always, I unfortunately don't own Inside Out, Pixar, or anything mentioned. If I did, I promise Pixar would have more than two female protagonists for, like, twenty dudes.r

The cheers her friends gave her, and the car ride home, was an excited blur for Riley, after hitting the winning shot in the state championship hockey game.

After a long trip home, and even Sadness perking up a bit, her family went to Pizza Hut and finally, to bed.

Once Riley was tucked in, she went to sleep almost instantly, but not before looking over her room with pride.

She had spent the past few months decorating her room. At first it felt lonely and grey, and the low ceiling made her feel cramped. But after a bunch of painting, decorating, and organizing, she finally had a place that felt like home.

And feeling-wise, ever since she moved, she felt like a whole different person. Back in Minnesota, she almost always felt happy. And when she did get down, it was really easy to cheer her up.

But now, it wasn't so. Being sad, or disgusted, or afraid, or angry, or any combination, it lasted a while, and wasn't so easy to shake off. Her thoughts and feelings were more complex. She couldn't understand why. She thought maybe it was puberty. That maybe this was a part of growing up. But she had no idea of the adventures going on in her head.

As her eyes closed, the emotions cheered. "Another great day!" Anger said in his raspy voice.

Sadness smiled. "We did really good this time." But her smile quickly dropped. "Oh, I bet they'll expect that much from us from now on."

Fear stifled a bit. "What if we screw up next time!"

Joy sighed, and ran up to them. "Come on guys. We did great. Let's just get a good night sleep."

"Uh-huh." Disgust nodded. "We'll go to bed, but you have dream duty."

Unlike the rest of the emotions, Joy loved dream duty. Why wouldn't she? Dream Productions always made such wonderful dreams. Although they did, sometimes get weird, like the time Disgust told her she had a dream where she was a vampire fighting a werewolf clown. She wished she could have been there. But she did need her sleep, too.

She settled in in her favorite chair, the yellow wheeled one that was fun to push around, grabbed some popcorn, and waited for the static to clear.

Eventually, it made way to Riley playing hockey in the clouds. "Ohh! This is a good one!"

At that, Riley turned around to see Grandma, and skated out to her. Joy just then remembered. In a week, they were going to visit her in Nevada!

The car should have gotten there by now. The rain had made the road slick, and Dad was driving the car slower than usual.

Riley felt cramped, shoved against the suitcases in the car. She tried to push the thought away, and play some games on the cell phone she had finally convinced her parents to get her, but her focus would still resurface every few minutes.

She didn't like being crammed somewhere. Her legs were dying to run. Fear tried to get her out of the car, so she could get some fresh air and not die of any fumes, but that just made her feel even more claustrophobic than before.

She was dying for excitement, something to do. At this pace, they still had hours to go, and Dad didn't want to waste a night staying at a hotel. Mom had recommended she try to sleep, but every time she tried, she could stop fidgeting.

But finally, the rhythm of the pattering rain made her begin to drift off. Although it was a slow process, the five emotions were excited.

Fear was happy, because no major disasters had happened yet. "And she's ou-"

Riley was suddenly awoken by a high-pitched scream. Her Dad was trying to swerve, but he wouldn't stop going back to the other side.

"What's going on!" She yelled. On instinct, she quickly grabbed the closest bar she could find. She didn't get an answer.

Looking up, she saw a car charging at them through the rear-view mirror. And no matter which way Dad turned, trying to shake them off, they kept following.

Finally, they found a quick turn. Dad took it, hard.

And this exposed her side to the driver. He thought they'd make it in time.

Riley was a happy person. But that didn't matter anymore.

For her last memory orb, lasting only a second before it faded like the others, was purple.