Anger
Disgust was, truthfully, just fine being a bit of a background emotion. I mean, come on, it's not like she wanted Riley to be stuck up and overly picky; she wanted their girl to be happy and outgoing, they all did. So, as long as she did her job and made sure Riley stayed well away from poison of all types, she was fine.
That was assuming that she even got the chance to do her job in the first place.
And yeah, okay, she got Joy's need to be in control. She was Joy. They kind of needed that to happen. But when Joy tried to stop Disgust from doing her job, that was different. It was her turn, darn it, she was not about to let Riley do something she'd regret!
So she would push and shove, and maybe be a bit more forceful than she otherwise would have been. Joy would push back, of course, but with none of the fire that Disgust held. Disgust herself held no regret for it, and even felt a little self-righteous when she looked back and could find no accusation for her actions in the eyes of the others.
III
Fear would never lash out at Anger. Anyone who ever thought he might was nuts. But that didn't mean that he didn't get mad at the stout emotion.
They were too different to not rub edges. Anger was all about instinct, immediate reactions, and lashing out. Fear was always more for thinking things through and not acting on urges that might get them into trouble. Anger held no qualms about showing Fear and anyone else just what he thought of them, verbally or otherwise, and faced with him, Fear could do nothing but stand there, cowering.
But as soon as his door was closed, he would rant and rave to the little voices inside of his head until he practically collapsed of exhaustion. Anger never failed to live up to his name around Fear. If only he could see how well Fear could match him at his own game.
III
Joy was capable of hate.
Not necessarily hatred of individuals, really, but she hated what they did sometimes.
Today was one of those days where things just slide down hill. It had started off well enough—Riley had had breakfast and laughed with her parents, had dressed extra cute, and had managed to not trip on that crack in the sidewalk that got her every time. The school day had started off fine, too. Until the bullies came. Joy had yet to figure out why anyone could find it in them to hurt sweet Riley the way those mean girls did, but that was beside the point. They did, and Riley went the rest of the day with her head lowered, Sadness taking the wheel much of the time.
Riley was their girl. Her girl, almost as much as she was her parents'. When Riley caught her own reflection and the emotions were granted a glimpse of her saddened eyes, Joy could not help but to hate.
III
Joy felt saddened by the loss of Bing Bong.
Sadness felt angry.
It wasn't fair. She had felt that she understood Bing Bong, and that he had understood her in return. He was the very first, too! Nobody had ever really bothered with her before. He made her feel useful. Wanted.
And then he was taken away. She was sad, of course, how could she ever not be? But she was also angry, and she thought that maybe she understood Anger's desire for justice better because how could fate be so cruel to take away what was maybe her first real friend?
She didn't even have anyone to be angry at. Joy was not to blame, she knew that. She could't blame Riley for forgetting, she didn't do anything. Bing Bong had given himself up for their girl, willingly and happily, if what Joy had told her was true. And that was so, so sad.
But maybe, this time, sadness wasn't enough.
A/n: So Sorry I missed a night, guys. Didn't mean to, but as soon as I finally got home last night I just sorta...collapsed. Anyways, one more to go!