Hi guys! I'm SK49 Productions, and this is my first Inside Out fanfiction! Now, mind you, that doesn't mean it's my first fanfiction overall. Almost two years on the website, in fact. So anyways, like all stories, I came up with a 'what if.' This one was, 'What if someone watched the emotions in all humans, and when the chaos in Riley's happened, there was to be something bad to happen?' Now, I haven't come up with the bad thing yet, but I'll find something… Meh.
So, if you know what shipping is, I'll probably do it. Don't know if I will or not. Maybe if I'm in the mood. So in case I decide to do it…
Randomness (you'll meet him) and Joy
(I'm deciding between Fear and Anger) and Disgust
Don't judge me for being a shipper. I just love the bright side of humanity… sound familiar?
Chapter 1: Rule Breaking?
His fingers tapped on the armrest. He hadn't seen any rulebreaking yet, so all was good…
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
He groaned and sat up. He tapped the grey orb.
A female Joy and a female Sadness ran for their lives from a crumbling building. The Joy held some memories under her arm… core memories.
"Rule breaking cannot be tolerated," he growled, pounding his fist on the table.
He searched for the name of the human who owned these emotions. He found the name.
He was ready for some punishment.
Riley's Brain-Headquarters
"Okay, so that was a great day, wasn't it, guys?!" Joy asked the other emotions excitedly.
The emotions all said different things at once, making it hard to hear who said what, but Joy could hear agreement.
It had been three years since the… incident. Riley was now fifteen, and was attending high school. Headquarters and the rest of Riley's brain was much more developed now (and she forgot the Triple Dent Gum song, thankfully), each of the islands much larger.
Now that Riley was asleep, the emotions went to bed… except for Joy. It was her turn for dream duty.
She sat in front of the new control board and watched tonight's dream: Riley holding a giant pencil like a sword and using it to cut pieces of paper in half (AN: I couldn't come up with anything good. I just used the dream my high schooler brother had some day last year).
Scribble scribble scribble
Joy blinked. She could have sworn as badly as Anger in a good mood that she heard the sound of a pencil on paper.
Scribble scribble scribble
"No sign of chaos…" a high-pitched but male voice muttered. "In fact, place seems improved from last visit…"
This time, Joy looked around.
He looked a bit like an emotion, a bit like Joy if you changed her gender and put on a new outfit. He looked like an old fashioned Greek warrior, but with more armor without showing skin, grey colored instead of bronze, and his spartan helmet had two sharp horns and a black plume. His skin was grey and his big eyes were red. Finally, like… everybody else, his head was too big for his body, which was making him a tiny bit smaller than Joy. Not much to make a difference, but you could tell if you look closely.
Joy jumped in surprise, and the 'emotion' put his hands, which held a clipboard and pencil, in the air.
"Sorry!" he apologized with a weak smile. His voice was a bit deeper than a chipmunk, but still high. "I didn't mean to scare you."
Joy sighed in relief, but still making sure he didn't pull out a sword or something, and replied, "Well, hello. I'm Joy, and you're a bit late to miss everybody else."
The emotion laughed and said, this time his voice in a British accent, "I can wait. I'm Randomness, and I check up on any… rule breaking."
"'Rule breaking?'"
Randomness dropped the clipboard and pencil and they disappeared. He lifted his hands up and a book appeared into his hands, which was about as thick as a dictionary.
He flipped through and finally rested on a page. He read in the high-pitch voice, "'Emotions are not to leave Headquarters unless a complete emergency.' You did get suctioned, right?"
Joy nodded but retorted, "It was an emergency, though. Riley's core memories flew off so I went to retrieve them."
Randomness, realizing he had been roasted in a way, dropped the book and clapped silently.
"Well, you're clean. I'll just be going now…"
He hopped a bit in the air, but nothing happened. He jumped a bit higher, but still nothing. On the third try…
"Can you help me out please?" his squirrel voice asked Joy, muffled due to his head stuck in the ceiling.
Joy clicked her tongue and told him, "I'll try, but it would be best if you waited until tomorrow."
"Okay, I'll be hanging here."
Joy, feeling guilty, groaned, "Fine. I'll help you down."
"That wasn't reverse psychology…"
"Then what was it?"
"Truth. Randomness can be good and bad. I'm being good…"