At some point during Andrew's sophomore year in college, Fear had called a meeting. The five emotions sat around at a round table in headquarters.
"Okay people!" Fear announced. He rose from his seat and started pacing around the room. There was a strong sense of power and authority in his step, as though he were an army drill instructor giving orders to his troops. The four other emotions sat in their chairs.
"In recent events," Fear continued, "we have had family relationships crippled, friends distancing us, and the school psychologists showing great concern. And all of them can be attributed to one thing; being too honest. Sharing our true feelings too much. This cannot go on!"
"Yeah, I've noticed it too," Sadness sighed with a nod.
"But all those shows we've watched," Joy said, "they all show how much secrets hurt and how good it is to get things off your chest and share your true feelings with those you trust."
"Well it hasn't been working too well for us," Fear replied. "We need to be more careful about this."
"It is pretty frustrating," Anger said. "People ask us questions, we tell them the honest truthful answer, and they get upset about it!"
"So, any ideas?" Fear asked.
Joy got up and started pacing. She started talking out loud.
"What we need is someone who knows that things happen for a reason. Someone who knows that if we do this, then that will happen.
"We need a sense of logic!" Sadness added. "That's what you're describing there."
Fear's face lit up. "YES! That's it! That's the answer! We need to give Andrew a sense of logic!"
For the next couple of hours, Headquarters was turned into a science lab, with Fear acting as the leading mad scientist. The emotions poured ingredients into a large cauldron, checked clipboards and calculators, made adjustments on computers. One thing Fear was very strict about was the addition of Andrew's medications; his Prozac and Vyvanse. Fear claimed that these were the most important ingredients.
Finally, their concoction was almost ready.
"Now!" Fear shouted. "Anger! Throw the switch!"
Anger rolled his eyes and did as told. He always hated being told what to do.
A bolt of lightning struck down onto the cauldron, making the mixture bubble and boil.
"YES! YES!" Fear screamed. "RISE MY GLORIOUS CREATION!"
Disgust stood next to Joy and Sadness, and whispered to them how silly and over-the-top Fear was being at the moment.
Finally, Anger cut the power, the lightning turned off, and all was silent. A cloud of smoke had gathered around the cauldron.
Nobody said a word. They all waited for something to happen, for the new emotion to come to life.
Finally, a brown hand rose from the cauldron and gripped the rim of it. A large mass of flesh rose from it, and pulled itself over the edge. It landed on its two feet, as if he were a regular person climbing out of a bathtub or hot tub.
The five emotions were huddled up together to see what would happen.
The new emotion was brown and tall, about as tall as Joy, and round and cylindrical like a big brown pill. He wore a white shirt, black tie, and brown pants.
Logic looked around the room and finally turned his gaze to the other emotions. His face bore a bored, uncaring expression.
"Hello," Logic said.
The others stayed silent a moment, finally Joy stepped forward. "Hey there!" She exclaimed. Welcome to Andrew's Mind. I'm Joy!"
She held out her hand to him for a handshake. Logic grabbed it and gave it a very hard squeeze.
"Woah!" She yelped, surprised by his strength. She inspected her hand once Logic released her. "That's… that's a strong handshake you got there," She chuckled.
"A firm handshake is favored over a weak one." Logic answered, his voice in a deep, unwavering monotone.
"He's perfect!" Fear exclaimed. He ran up to Logic to shake his hand as well. "I'm Fear. And this is Anger, Disgust, and Sadness," He gestured the other emotions. "We need your expertise to help Andrew make better decisions!"
"Very well then," Logic answered. His face and tone never wavered. "But first, where are the towels? I should clean up this mess." He gestured the puddle that had formed at his feet from dripping water from the cauldron.
Disgust and Sadness each raised a hand and pointed to the closet where the towels were kept.
"Thank you," Logic said. Without another word, he made a beeline straight for the closet.