Antha: Oh, you want to be a comedian? I want to be a filmmaker.
Korrasami 88: It's her choice.
Satsui no Hado Ryu: Let's find out if she will.
Guest: Oh, thank you.
Joshua: Oh, for the love of...
The Batista: Oh look... everyone's moving.
Gloyd Orangeboar: Because Yellowjacket doesn't want your pie. She wants your brain.
Creamy Buttercap: OW!
I am a burglar: Yeah, I find it funny to make the positive emotion sadistic in a way. It won't last, though. Maybe...
Al Drin Hoshizora: Like what?
Yellowjacket spent the next several hours sleeping in the bed she had been trapped not so long ago. Yellowjacket's mind usually wasn't as clear when she was asleep; whenever her eyes closed and she allowed her mind to ease itself, she'd enter a void of anarchy. When she dreamed, it felt as if there was some attempt to order being created, but instead just culminated in more chaos.
But now, Yellowjacket found that things were slightly different. When she was asleep, there was more organization; at least, compared to before.
In Dream Productions, the Dream Director was shouting directions to the other inhabitants of Riley's disturbed mind.
"Alright, people, it's been nearly a year since we've had even a relatively-functioning sleep," She explained to the actors and actresses. "But now I've just gotten info from Headquarters that Yellowjacket's memories are starting to get restored, so we can go back to work now!"
Some of the actors groaned, having somewhat enjoyed spending the year slacking off. But, reluctantly, they got into position for filming. The last thing they wanted was to upset the Director.
The cameras started rolling as Yellowjacket entered dreaming stage.
Yellowjacket found herself lost in the empty, barren streets of the city. She felt naked, feeling the stinging ice cold wisps of the wind bite into her skin like a rattlesnake.
Yellowjacket looked around, lost and confused, as she tried to find some way to find her way back home. However, suddenly, the lights were inexplicably shut off, and Yellowjacket found herself plunged into darkness.
Yellowjacket screamed and started to run, shouting, "Ghoul? Noose? Sawbones, are any of you here?!"
She stopped when she heard a hushed whisper.
"Riley..."
"What?" She asked, shivering and turning around to face pure darkness. She was met with a cold silence, and pitch black emptiness, but slowly, she could make out dark figures in the distance. They were tall and rigid, and their heads were hung low.
"Freaks?" Yellowjacket wondered aloud, and she looked around, trying to see if she could find a way to avoid them.
As Yellowjacket looked around, she could see hundreds, if not thousands of these figures appearing in the darkness. Nobody where she turned, she could find no escape from the creatures that surrounded her.
"Riley..." The voice said, this time echoing from all sides. Yellowjacket turned around, muttering incoherent sentences out of fear, and she saw one figure, only inches away from her, towering ten feet in the air above her. Yellowjacket looked up at the behemoth, cowering meekly in its path.
"Come with us, Riley." The voice whispered again, and Yellowjacket felt a cold, strong hand grip her shoulder, and she found herself staring up at one of the figures. Slowly, the thousands of figures advanced towards her.
"No, get away!" Yellowjacket shouted, tearing out of the thing's grip and running. She would make a turn to the left, then the right, darting past the giants as they made attempts to grab her. However, nobody how many creatures she passed, there were a thousand more waiting for her.
She ran into the stomach of one of them, and gasped before turning away and running down an empty alley.
"Riley, we need you to come with us," The voice urged, whispering in her ear. "We'll make all of this better."
"No!" Yellowjacket pleaded, breaking down in the alleyway. She looked up, and found herself surrounded by thousands of giants, all advancing onto her, their arms extended to grab her.
"No, get away!" Yellowjacket shouted, holding up her arms to shield herself.
"Riley?" A familiar voice said, and she looked up to see, in the center of the giants, the warm face of Bill and Jill.
"W-What?" Yellowjacket asked.
"We need you to come home now, Riley," Jill said soothingly, extending a hand for Yellowjacket to hold. Yellowjacket stared up at them, and felt the urge to reach up to them.
In Headquarters, the emotions watched the dream as it reached its climax.
"...Are those guys doing what I think they're doing?" Brick asked, raising an eyebrow. Immediately, Nerve squeaked, grabbed a lever, and pulled it, waking Yellowjacket up from her dream. The dream immediately dispersed.
"Phew, that was a close one," Star said with a smile. "She nearly got too attached to those Freaks there."
Brick stomped over to the precipice overlooking Dream Productions, and shouted out, "Hey, knock it off you guys! We don't need to confuse the girl any more than she already is!"
There was a silence, and then a voice shouted out, "Sorry," From Dream Productions. Brick turned back and returned to the console.
"We still got the idea in her head?" Teardrop asked. Star nodded slowly.
"Hopefully we have no more incidents like that for the next few days," She whispered, folding her arms.
The other emotions nodded.
Yellowjacket sat up in her bed, breathing heavily. She looked around the room, and saw that she wasn't lost in the city, but was still in her bed. Slowly, she got up, and paced through the room.
After a while, Yellowjacket entered the washroom, and turned on the sink, letting the water rush down. She stared at it, then dipped her hands in it, and splashed the water over her face and shoulders. She let the cold liquid drip down her nose and hair, breathing slowly, then shut the sink off. She wiped her face with her hands, and then stared at her reflection in the mirror.
She saw the pale skin. The blue veins. The bloodshot eyes, and the black lips. She'd been accustomed to that appearance for some time, but only now she was beginning to think that maybe, what she was looking at wasn't normal.
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