Disclaimer: I do not own The Mr. Men Show or any of its characters, but I do own Emily/Little Miss Music.
As she watched the blue Mr. Man walk down the sidewalk, Emily could feel the pounding of her heart in her chest and her hands started to shake. The voice in her head mocked her for looking so foolish; ever since she realized she had feelings for him, she's imagined what it would be like to walk up to him and have a conversation with him. In her daydreams and the stories she writes about him, he always smiled back and laughed at everything she said. But what if he doesn't?
Oh, Dear God, what if he doesn't like me?
Suddenly she realized that earlier when she was worried that nobody would accept her as one of them, she actually meant her Senpai without even thinking about it.
Her dream of meeting him was turned into a nightmare in the blink of an eye. She didn't think she would be able to handle it if he didn't like her back. She's hyped up their first interaction too much, and if it didn't go exactly like she pictured it, she'd be heartbroken. And the voice deep in her head was making it so much worse.
I can't meet him! she thought, giving into all the doubt and insecurity the voice was feeding her.
As she stared at him, cold fear ran down her spine. He was heading right toward her! She glanced around widely, ducking behind Little Miss Calamity and Mr. Scatterbrain. She noticed the confused looks they gave her, but she didn't explain why she was hiding.
Her Senpai walked by without even acknowledging her; when Mr. Scatterbrain greeted him as he passed, the blue Mr. Man just let out a grunt and went on his way. Sighing, Emily came out of hiding, realizing that the orange Little Miss was giving her a weird look.
"What?" she asked, not meaning to sound so harsh, but she was embarrassed about panicking when she saw her Senpai and she was freezing. Suddenly the wind picked up and she shivered. Where she lived in her world, it never got this cold, not even during winter.
"Is something wrong?" Little Miss Calamity asked her. Then she followed Emily's gaze and understanding entered her eyes. But instead of saying anything to her new friend, the Little Miss turned to Mr. Scatterbrain and told him," We better get going. See you later?"
He nodded and waved goodbye to them as they left. They walked in silence for a while, and Emily was struggling with the voice in her head that was saying really mean things to her. Also, the feeling of being watched burned in her again, but she believed she was only imagining things, so she tried to ignore it.
God, help me! she prayed to herself.
Finally, Little Miss Calamity broke the silence. "So, you like Mr. Grumpy?" she asked as she glanced at Emily out of the corner of her eye.
Emily felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment and she looked down at the ground as she continued to walk. She didn't respond to the Little Miss.
"Why did you hide from him?" Little Miss Calamity asked after a while.
Emily glanced at her before turning to look back in front of her. "I panicked," she confessed with a heavy sigh. The voice jeered nasty remarks at her.
Useless, absolutely useless. He'll never like you. You might as well give up and go home. Nobody here will accept you as one of them. Go home.
God, give me strength, she prayed in her head.
"It's just…" Emily hesitated for a moment. "I've only seen him on a TV or computer until now. I've thought about what it would be like to talk to him, and I guess I'm scared that he wouldn't want to be my friend. What if he doesn't like me?" she asked, coming to an abrupt halt, and Little Miss Calamity stopped as well. By this point, Emily was on the edge of having a full blown panic attack, breathing heavily and her heart racing; the voice in her head was enjoying seeing her like this. "What if he wants nothing to do with me? What if I go up to him and start talking, but he finds me annoying, and tells me to go away? What if he—"
Little Miss Calamity placed her hand on her shoulder, cutting her off. "Relax," she said in a soft tone. "That's a lot of what ifs. You won't know for sure until you talk to him."
Emily let out a sigh and glanced away from her, closing her eyes. The doubt in her mind grew stronger. "I don't think I can," she murmured.
"You know, I used to be in the same boat as you," Little Miss Calamity suddenly admitted, and Emily turned back to her, surprised. "I used to be unable to even look at Mr. Scatterbrain without getting nervous; never mind actually talking to him. When I first realized I had feelings for him, I would panic every time I saw him, just like you did when you saw Mr. Grumpy."
Emily blinked, confused. "But you were fine talking to him just then," she reminded her, gesturing down the sidewalk in the direction they came from as if an image of the past would appear to show her new friend that she had talked to the magenta Mr. Man with no problem when he walked up to them. Of course nothing like that happened.
"I got over my fear of talking to him."
"How?"
Little Miss Calamity was about to answer when out of nowhere a high-pitched sound interrupted her. The Little Misses covered their ears until it finally stopped. Then they looked at each other, shocked.
"What in the world was that?" Little Miss Calamity gasped.
Emily glanced around. "I think it came from over there." She started heading in the direction she thought she heard the strange noise. Little Miss Calamity followed her.
They turned a corner and found themselves walking down an alleyway. Coming to the back of a building, they halted, spotting two Mr. Men with their backs to them, bending over in the snow. They were staring down at a weird-looking device that Emily immediately recognized as their listening phone which they used in the Pets episode to help Mr. Scatterbrain to find his missing elephant.
"Why did it make that noise?" the light green Mr. Man questioned as he frowned down at the object on the ground.
"Perhaps there was interference?" the small man guessed, and when his best friend looked at him in confusion, he clarified," Like interference from a radio or something else electrical."
"Too bad; it was just starting to get good," Mr. Nosy murmured, sounding disappointed.
Great God, they've been spying on us! Emily realized, suddenly understanding why she's been feeling watched ever since the Little Misses left these Mr. Men. I should have known! When we ran into them earlier, they didn't ask nearly as many questions as I thought they would, and they didn't even try to stop us when we walked away.
Little Miss Calamity cleared her throat to get their attention. They spun around, eyes huge and worried. "Um… hi," Mr. Nosy stammered, stepping in the way to block the Little Misses' view of the listening device. "W-What are you doing here?"
"We should be asking you that question," Little Miss Calamity countered, and it looked like they were about to reply, but before they could, the Little Miss added," Have you been listening to our conversation?" She exchanged a glance with Emily, seeming to be thinking the same thing she was.
Oh God, how much did they hear? Emily was terrified that they discovered her secret— that she was from another world.
Good luck explaining yourself out of this one, the voice in her head taunted her. Once news gets out, nobody here will like you. Might as well go home to your miserable life.
Mr. Small frowned. "I'm sorry, but we were just curious about you," he said to Emily.
Ignoring the voice, Emily crossed her arms and glared at the Mr. Men in front of her. "Why didn't you ask me instead of eavesdropping?" The best friends lowered their gaze without answering, and Emily didn't understand the guilt that washed over her so suddenly. The voice was screaming at her that she shouldn't feel bad about raising her voice.
They are annoying, it reminded her. They always put their noses where they don't belong! Don't feel sorry for them!
In her world, she just assumed she'd hate them because she valued her privacy, something she'd never have with them around, but seeing how bad they obviously felt about spying on the girls, she was starting to regret yelling at them.
I feel like God is telling me to forgive them, she thought, frowning. Maybe I was too harsh on them…
"Look, I'm sorry for snapping at you," she apologized. "I wasn't trying to be mean or anything. I just don't like people snooping in my business. How about next time you have a question, just ask me instead of going behind my back and finding out for yourselves. Deal?"
Almost immediately, Mr. Nosy leaned closer to her and jumped into so many questions that her head began to spin. "So where are you from? What's your favorite food? What are you listening to right now?" He gestured to her headphones, then asked even more questions; he was speaking so fast that she didn't have time to answer any of them. She sighed, wishing she hadn't given him permission to ask her anything he wanted.
Then he asked her something that made her freeze. "How do you know Mr. Grumpy?"
Emily shared an alarmed look with Little Miss Calamity, the voice mocking inside her head.
Oh God, help me!
"W-What do you mean?" Emily stammered, turning back to the best friends and swallowing uncomfortably.
"Well," Mr. Small replied, looking confused," the way you talked about him made it seem like you knew him. We were just curious to find out how the two of you met." He blinked innocently up at her, clearly waiting for an answer.
Emily could feel her heart pounding painfully against her chest, hearing the voice ridiculing her inside her head. What should I say?
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