Disclaimer: I do not own The Mr. Men Show or any of its characters, but I do own Emily/Little Miss Music.


She got to the living room just in time to see Little Miss Calamity picking up the phone. "Please, let me explain," she begged as she joined her.

The Little Miss stared at her for a long moment, before finally putting the phone down. "Okay."

Emily played with her fingers nervously, her mind racing. God, are You there? If You are, please give me strength! she prayed, wondering how the Little Miss would react to what she was about to tell her.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out again, she jumped right into her story. "My name is Emily, and I'm not from this world. I was in my room when suddenly there was this flash of light or something in my closet." She paused, debating whether to tell her about the voice in her head. Quickly, she decided to skip over that part. "It freaked me out," she admitted," but at the same time, I was curious, so I opened the door and entered my closet, and then I was here, looking like this." She gestured to her new Little Miss body.

As Emily explained her situation, Little Miss Calamity watched her carefully, a disbelieving look on her face; then she narrowed her eyes and started reaching for the phone again. "Tell me who you really are or I will call the police," the Little Miss threatened.

"Please, I am telling the truth," Emily insisted, horror spiking through her as Little Miss Calamity started dialing a phone number. She was on the edge of having a panic attack, and at that moment the voice returned and sneered at her, Have fun in jail.

Suddenly an idea came to her and calmness washed over her, drowning out the snarling voice. "Miss. Calamity, you have to believe me. I am who I say I am."

Little Miss Calamity froze. Finally, she lowered the phone and turned to Emily. "H-How do you know my name?" she stammered.

At least I have her full attention now, Emily thought. "I know your name because I'm not from this world," she replied. "And where I'm from, all of this is a TV show." She pointed at the Little Miss herself. "You and all of your friends are cartoons, in my world."

Little Miss Calamity's eyes were huge. "H-How is that possible?"

Emily shrugged. "I'm just as confused as you," she said, frowning. "I don't understand how I got here through my closet, or why I was turned into a Little Miss." Once again, she studied her new body, finding her transmutation fascinating.

"What do you mean?" Little Miss Calamity asked. She now sounded more curious rather than hostile, like she was over a complete stranger appearing in her house, and her eyes sparkled with interest.

"Well, I'm actually a human," Emily explained, and Little Miss Calamity gasped. Then she seemed to collect herself and opened her mouth as if to push the subject some more or ask a different question. But Emily didn't want to talk about her world anymore so she quickly interrupted her. "Do you have a mirror I can use to see what I look like now?"

Little Miss Calamity pointed to the other side of the living room, and Emily walked over there, entering a bathroom. She looked into the mirror, widening her eyes when she saw a red Little Miss with glasses staring back at her. She was wearing a large pair of gray headphones, and she wondered how it was that she hadn't noticed the wire leading to her pocket until now.

She turned around as Little Miss Calamity joined her in the bathroom. "So what are you going to do now?" she asked Emily, surprising the former human.

"I don't know," she admitted, frowning.

As she stood there, she really took in where she was for the first time since coming through her closet. She had been shocked when she suddenly stumbled into a different room; then the urgency of convincing Little Miss Calamity not to call the police had distracted her. But now she realized that she was in Dillydale, and not just that but she was talking to one of her favorite Little Misses!

I can finally meet the characters I've been dying to meet since I got into the show all those years ago! she told herself, excitement rising in her.

A light touch on her shoulder knocked her out of her thoughts, and she turned to Little Miss Calamity when the Little Miss asked," Do you know how to get back to your world?"

For a moment, Emily pondered that question. Then an idea came to her, and she left the bathroom without answering, aware that Little Miss Calamity was following her to the bedroom.

"I came here this way," she said as she halted in front of the closet. Suddenly her mind flashed with memories of laying in bed, and reliving all the loss and tragedy that happened this year. Suddenly the voice spoke deep inside her head, mocking her and urging her to cut herself.

It took all her strength to push the voice away, but it was still there, at the very back of her mind. She also remembered her mother checking on her before going to bed for the night and then the strange light that appeared in her closet after she wished all the characters from her favorite show were real.

It's like my wish came true. She couldn't help but smile to herself. And now I'm one of them! Is God real and has He given me a second chance to be happy? She remembered how convinced she had been that she'd never be happy again, but now here was her chance to make a new life for herself somewhere she knew she'd be happy. She tried to ignore the voice in her head telling her that she wasn't meant to ever be happy.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she realized that Little Miss Calamity was staring at her, like she was waiting for her to continue what she had been about to say. "Um…" Emily cleared her throat. "So, I came here this way," she stammered,"... Maybe it's also how I get back?" But if I go back, I'll be lonely and miserable again…

Looking at the Little Miss, she saw that she was expecting Emily to do something. Sighing inwardly, Emily reached forward and closed the door, before opening it again. Her heart pounded painfully against her chest, but relief washed over her when instead of seeing her own bedroom, she found herself still staring into Little Miss Calamity's closet.

A smile crept on Emily's face, but when Little Miss Calamity appeared beside her, she forced herself to frown. "I… um… I don't know how this thing works," she admitted, pretending to be disappointed.

Little Miss Calamity stared at her, and Emily prayed to God that she wouldn't notice how glad she was that the portal didn't open again. Finally, the Little Miss turned her back on her closet and looked at the clock on the wall. Emily followed her gaze, seeing that it was almost eleven o'clock at night. At least time seemed to be the same here as it was in her world so she shouldn't have any jet lag.

"It's getting late," Little Miss Calamity observed, turning back to Emily. "It looks like we won't be able to figure anything out tonight. Why don't we try again in the morning?"

Emily blinked. "You mean, I can stay the night here?"

"I don't see where else you'd go," Little Miss Calamity replied. "You're unable to get home, and it wouldn't make sense to bother anyone else just to ask if you can stay with them when you can stay here. You can sleep on the couch," she added as she left the room.

As she talked, excitement rose in Emily and at first she didn't follow the Little Miss. Instead, she stayed where she was and thought, If she were to ask one of her friends if they could take me in for the night, who would she ask, I wonder… She smiled, imagining meeting more characters from her favorite show. The voice in her head mocked her.

None of them would take you in, it hissed at her. None would like you. You should just go back to your world. You won't be any happier here than you were there.

But she ignored it. Pushing the voice to the back of her mind, she hurried out of the room, joining Little Miss Calamity by the couch.

"Here you go." Little Miss Calamity dropped a blanket and pillow onto the sofa. "Try to get some sleep and we'll figure out how to get you home in the morning."

Emily watched her go. No rush, she thought, wondering how to tell her that she didn't want to return to her world. Not yet anyways. The only things waiting for her back in her world was pain and heartache. She knew that just a short time ago, she was questioning if God was real, but now she was starting to believe. How else could that portal open at that exact moment? He really was watching over her and He had sent her through so that she could escape her miserable life. This was her only opportunity to be happy again. Just outside this house were the cartoons she's only dreamed of meeting until now!

The voice, though, seemed determined to ruin this for her, but she put all her strength into ignoring it. If I have to go back, she thought as she climbed onto the couch, I just hope I can meet some characters before I go.

She laid there, staring up at the ceiling, excitement coursing through her. I'm in Dillydale! She wanted to stay up a bit longer and think about all the things she could do now that she was here, all the people she could meet in person and maybe even befriend. Her mind was racing with so many ideas. But before long, she was unable to keep her eyes open. She flipped into a more comfortable position and within moments, she was sound asleep.


Someone shaking her woke Emily, interrupting the nightmare she had been having about her husband leaving her for someone else because he didn't love her anymore. As she fully came back to consciousness, the first thing she heard was music playing. She must have fallen asleep with her headphones on again. She often did that to drown out the voice in her head or else she wouldn't get any sleep.

Yawning, she sat up and opened her eyes. She turned to tell her husband about her heartbreaking dream, but instead she found herself eye to eye with an orange character. At first, Emily was confused. Then everything that happened this year came rushing back to her, and sadness swept over her.

Oh, God, she prayed. Help me! It wasn't just a dream! He really did leave me, and I'll never see my uncle or MawMaw ever again. As she glanced around, she remembered last night, and excitement rose in her, overpowering her devastating realization.

I'm in Dillydale!

Quickly, she searched for her phone and paused her music, which she must have turned on in the middle of the night because the voice was most likely disturbing her sleep.

"Do you want to try to get home now?" Little Miss Calamity asked her, adding hesitantly," I'm sure someone has to be missing you."

My family must be worried sick about me… Well, maybe, she thought, wondering if she ought to believe the voice that was telling her they weren't concerned about her at all. It said they were glad to be rid of her, in fact.

Trust me, they are throwing a party now that you're gone. You're nothing but a burden.

Heartbroken, she tried to imagine her mom going to wake her up, only to find her missing. Was the voice right? Would she be sad or glad that Emily wasn't there to bother her anymore?

Either way, she wasn't ready to return home. Not yet at least. She saw no harm in having a bit of fun before she had to return to her miserable life.

"Actually," she started, unsure, nervous that Little Miss Calamity might say no to the favor she was about to ask. "Well… I was kinda hoping you would show me around town… Before I left."

Little Miss Calamity's eyes widened in surprise. "Why?"

Do I tell her the truth? Emily asked herself. Should she tell the Little Miss that she didn't want to go back home because if she did, she'd be sad and lonely? No, she decided. Not now anyways…

"Um… Well, you see, since I first started watching this show—" She gestured around them—" I've imagined myself as a part of it, and being here now is like a dream come true!" She hopped off the couch and walked to the center of the room. "I want to meet all your friends and talk with them. I want to see it all!" She turned to the Little Miss as she joined her. "Please, Miss. Calamity," she begged. "I don't want to go home and always regret that I didn't explore while I had the chance!"

All the while, she had to ignore the voice in her head that was mocking her and insulting her. She suddenly reflected on how often she had to do that, especially when she was getting excited about something. She knew she had to do something about the voice, but what could she do? Too many times, she gave into it or believed it when it told her that she was no good…

Little Miss Calamity frowned, seeming to be deep in thought. Finally, after a few moments, she nodded. "Okay, I can take you to meet some of my friends," she agreed. "But we need to get your story straight," she went on. "We probably shouldn't tell them that you're from another world. They either won't believe us or they might even think we're crazy. And it's best not to mention them being cartoons. I'm still in shock about that…" Her voice faded away and she lowered her gaze to the floor.

Emily stared at her, realizing that she had a point. When she told Little Miss Calamity last night that she wasn't real in her world, she was confused and scared, and Emily thought she broke her reality. She didn't want to do that to anyone else, if she could help it. I need a Little Miss name.

She glanced down at her Little Miss body before messing with the wire connected to her phone that was now in her pocket. She reached up to touch her headphones. Then it came to her, overtaking all the mean names the voice was throwing at her. "You can tell them that my name is Miss. Music," she announced, grinning. I like that name.

Suddenly there was a ringing in her ears, and she blinked. What just happened? Then she realized that for the first time in almost a year the voice in her head was completely gone. She didn't understand. Did it have to do with her coming up with her Little Miss name? Being here as a character from her favorite show just felt so right.

Little Miss Calamity was nodding. "And maybe we can tell people that you're visiting from out of town," she suggested. "Not a total lie, I guess."

Emily murmured an agreement, excitement building up in her again. She wasn't depressed or lonely anymore nor did she hear the voice. She knew eventually she had to return to her own world and everything would go back to the way it was before that portal opened up, but she was going to cherish her time here in Dillydale.

She expected Little Miss Calamity to head straight to the front door, so when instead she disappeared into her bedroom, it confused Emily. A moment later, she reappeared with a scarf in each hand. She handed one to Emily. "This should keep us warm," she said.

Emily blinked. "Warm?"

"It snowed overnight."

"Oh." A new kind of excitement ran through her. She's never seen snow before! She happily followed the Little Miss out of her house and instantly shivered from the freezing cold. She wrapped her scarf around her neck and pushed through the snow after Little Miss Calamity. As they walked, Emily glanced around, taking in the beauty of the white blanket covering everything.

This was really happening! She was here in Dillydale, about to meet some characters from the show. Suddenly she felt overwhelmed, and she came to a halt, her heart pounding painfully in her chest. Now she felt no excitement, only anxiety as her mind started to race. The voice spoke in her head again and she couldn't help giving into her fear.

What if they don't like me? What if they don't accept me? I may look like one of them, but I'm not part of their world! What if they can see that and want nothing to do with me?

She glanced up at the sound of snow crouching. Little Miss Calamity stopped in front of her. "What's wrong?" she asked, concerned.

Emily lowered her eyes. "What if nobody likes me?" she whispered. The voice grew louder in her head.

The Little Miss was silent for a long moment, which only made Emily feel worse. "I can't promise that everyone will like you," she finally said. "But," she quickly added when Emily looked up at her in surprise. "I'm sure you can make a friend or two. There's quite a lot of friendly people here in Dillydale. But you already knew that, didn't you?"

Emily knew she was referring to her being from another world and watching the show she was in right now. After going through a list of characters in her head— and ignoring the list the voice spoke in her head of the ones who wouldn't want to be her friend, her Senpai included— she realized that the orange Little Miss was right. Most would welcome a new friend.

Feeling better, she started walking again, Little Miss Calamity beside her. Not long after they left the cliff behind, Emily saw something and she stopped again. "Is that Mr. Lazy's trailer?" she asked, pointing to it.

Little Miss Calamity hesitated. "You really do know us." Then she nodded and added," I'd take you to meet him, but he's probably not up this early. Come on, we can go see who's in town." She turned away from the trailer. Emily glanced one last time at Mr. Lazy's mobile home before following the accident-prone Little Miss.

When they got into town, there were only a few people out and about on this cold morning. At first, nobody seemed to notice the new Little Miss walking with Little Miss Calamity. But then their path was blocked, and Emily couldn't stop herself from sighing.

Oh, God! I forgot about them! Why did they have to notice us? Help me, Lord! Send them away, please!

As she thought this, the voice in her head taunted her, but she ignored it as the light green Mr. Man leaned closer to her. "Hello," he said, smiling. "Who are you?"

Emily took a step back, praying to God to give her strength. She just barely stopped herself from glaring at him, though she really wanted to. She found him annoying and hated it when he stuck his nose in places it didn't belong, but she couldn't let on that she knew who he really was so she had to act friendly toward him, even if she longed to tell him to mind his own business.

"I'm Miss. Music," she told him, and Little Miss Calamity added," She's visiting from out of town."

"It's nice to meet you," Mr. Small announced as he tipped his tall hat to Emily, while his best friend just stared at her curiously, which was making her very uncomfortable.

As if she noticed this, Little Miss Calamity said," We should probably get going. There's a few more people we wanted to meet," she explained as the two Little Misses slipped past them, continuing down the sidewalk.

To Emily's relief they didn't try to follow. "Why can't they just mind their own business?" she muttered crossly.

Little Miss Calamity glanced at her. "They're just curious about you, that's all. I"m sure they won't be the only ones. Oh, there's Mr. Scatterbrain!" She pointed behind Emily.

Turning around, Emily noticed the magenta Mr. Man who was walking on the other side of the street; a monkey was hurrying to keep up with him. For a moment, she just stared at him. Then her mind flashed to a scene from the show where Mr. Scatterbrain saved Little Miss Calamity after the ship that was captained by Mr. Stubborn at the time sank. The Little Miss stared up at the scatterbrained Mr. Man in a dreamy way and said," Oh, Mr. Scatterbrain, you're a lifesaver."

After that Emily has always put the two together. She loved writing FanFiction about them. But since neither of them exist in her world, she never had the chance to ask if they were really a thing.

I can ask now though! she realized, and suddenly there was no sound of the voice in her head anymore.

"Do you like Mr. Scatterbrain?" she asked the orange Little Miss, who's eyes went huge.

"H-How… W-Where did you hear that?" Little Miss Calamity stammered, her cheeks turning a bright red color.

"On the show, it just always seemed to me like you might have a crush on him," she responded. Then a huge smile formed on her face. "Wait! Is it true?" Before the Little Miss could answer, Emily let out a squeal of excitement. "You do like him!"

Quickly, Little Miss Calamity covered Emily's mouth. "Shh!" she hissed through clenched teeth. But it was already too late.

The magenta Mr. Man came to a halt and looked in their direction. Then he crossed the street without even checking for cars first. His monkey ran after him, catching up to him just as the Mr. Man stopped in front of the Little Misses. There was a grin on his face, but it was unclear if he had heard what Emily said or not.

"Hiya, Miss. Calamity," he greeted the orange Little Miss before turning to Emily, confusion entering his eyes. "Do I know you?" he asked.

As Little Miss Calamity told Mr. Scatterbrain who Emily was— sticking with the name and backstory they made for her— the red Little Miss looked down at Mr. Scatterbrain's monkey.

Is this Bunko? she wondered. She was just about to ask Mr. Scatterbrain what his pet's name was when suddenly she got a strong sensation of being watched. Looking up, she scanned the area for someone staring at her. At first, she didn't see anything out of the ordinary; nobody seemed to even be paying attention to her. Then she froze, her gaze stopping on the Mr. Man who she had come to admire while watching the show and has developed strong feelings for over the years.

Senpai!


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