Wow. It feels like ages. Probably because it has been. Supreme Chickenlord, many thanks for your constructive criticism. Very well appreciated! Now this chapter's a bit rushed, but that's simply because things are a little busy at the minute. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy and leave perhaps another review. Ciao!

DISGUST

Well, first the good news. Disgust was knockout gorgeous, with her green eyes and make-up and all of that. Take the prettiest thing you've seen, and she'd make it a personal mission to ensure it's just as good. For me it would be bubble-gum candyfloss. Candyfloss and bubble gum individually are good enough, but how would she attempt to beat them together? Turn herself blue or something? Anyway, when she wasn't busy trying to fulfil mind workers' sugared food fantasies, she instead found it amusing to make things miserabl- I mean, helping everyone discover the joys of social life!

You want messed up? Well, Disgust was basically (supposed to be) the god of self-image and the judge of what was healthy for you and what was poison. Not just with food, either. Sheesh. It's like making me the god of complete paperwork and attention in hour-long meetings. For instance, the most famous incident was Riley's first meeting with broccoli. A single, harmless vegetable that set every single alarm bell ringing in her head. How does she know this stuff? She can't exactly access Google in a split second, and even she could, all those memory orbs interrupt the Wi-Fi signal. Sometimes, she just guessed, and that meant she could barely get her day job right. One duty of hers was to ensure Riley didn't become the laughing stock or centre of nasty attention (of course this rarely happened – probably since she had her nose buried in a makeup kit while it was happening), so keep your little snippets of gossip to yourself. And if you didn't – well, she always made sure Anger was on her side like some sort of trained attack gopher. With her sneaky, hypocritical side, she'd spread plenty of hot gossip of her own, a guilty pleasure. But if she got pissed at someone, she'd win over the enemy with sneaky tricks and sly words, whereas Anger loved nothing more than a bloody brawl with broken arms and missing teeth (Yeah, he really was a sweetheart, that guy).

Disgust was the second last emotion incarnated, just a day before Anger. She saved two year old Riley from a spider that was sitting directly in front her high chair. Again, she knew nothing about spiders. I can only surmise the thought process:

Eight legs – Not human – Crawls – RED ALERT!

Then the poor thing was an insect kebab under a pudgy baby hand.

Did Disgust get a medal for that? Nah. She did prevent any taking of candy from strangers or crying in public (except for one memorable occasion, wink wink), but a lot of the time she was whiny and annoying and prevented Riley from getting stuck in. (Of course, I meant doing gross stuff and not having any shame in it. What did you think I meant?) All she really did was make herself an enemy to spiders and encourage the giant broccoli segments down in the subconscious to draw a rough sketch of her face as a darts board.

By the time Riley was twelve, Disgust had plenty of things to get freaked about. This was lucky for said giant broccoli segments, as they were getting rather bored down in the subconscious. They'd chatted themselves half to death with the venomous spiders and were hoping she'd maybe get Riley to dislike a board game or maybe a PlayStation or something. She instead made sure that once the dreaded "puberty" button was pressed, disgust was only a subtle and cautious feeling. With so much going on in the teenage years ahead, too much gross at once would definitely cause a meltdown. So in a way, she was born from Riley's first pet hate, which tells you something about her true nature.

Disgust was a popular enough emotion, but often got jealous when the spotlight was on anyone but her. There was one point she caught Sadness trying to knit. It was the most sorrowing sight. She was attempting to design a little woollen hat, but it kept turning out like a hangman's noose. Or maybe she was just trying to get the thickness of the noose right, I don't know.

"Oh that's easy." Disgust smirked, standing at the corner of the room, checking her nails. She smiled a tight little smile Sadness wanted to smash with a brick. "Anyone can knit a hat."

Ever heard of the famous knitting contest between them that followed? No? Well that's because it wasn't so famous. Sadness may not have been a champion at the art, but Disgust had never made anything with her two hands other than trouble. She literally ended up with a needle in her thigh and the wool wrapped all the way across her face like a mummy.

"Never liked the stuff anyway!" she shouted, struggling against the snares of the soft ropes while Anger tried to burn her free.

It was possibly one of the only times Sadness ever laughed.

So she was one of those can't-live-with can't-live-without emotions. She kept her distance from some, and some kept their distance from her. A more memorable occasion than the knitting incident was when Anger grew tired of her constant arrogance and disrespect for him and decided to blame her for Riley's short temper once she hit puberty. This, of course, was much easier than blaming himself. He could of course stick a knife in her un-knitting needled thigh, like Fear, but he had that pride and independence that stopped him from copying others. So he got her a little makeup kit. She was suspicious when it was presented to her as a "Christmas gift", especially since how it was April, but makeup was makeup. When she opened it, she didn't get the perm or face wipes she was expecting, but rather a face full of virus and disease Anger had managed to collect from Riley's waste disposal unit.

Yeah. She basically got a face full of half-digested faeces. No wonder she got in a bit of a strop.

Add to the equation the fact that a full-size fishing net sprang out of such a tiny little bag and enveloped her whole, and you've got one screaming, un-ladylike emotion letting the curse words fly. Anger burst in with an axe, which was recent inspiration from that Friday the 13th movie Riley had watched a few days back. Disgust hadn't seen it since she'd been too busy barfing due to the sight of blood.

"Well look who it is." He snarled. He considered going all Jason Voorhees on her and turning her into Disgust salad dressing with extra olives, but decided against it. Instead, he went to the other emotions, who were settling down for lunch.

"Don't eat yet." Anger grinned. And I'm telling you, if Anger's grinning, you run away ASAP. "I've got to show you something that'll probably make you sick yourselves."

He showed them the squirming green mass who was now blushing furiously. Even Fear found it hilarious, despite the many dangers relating to asphyxiation under the fishing net.

"Disgust," Joy managed, fighting back the laugh "You look wonderful."

The scene was so captivating they even had Riley draw it out on Microsoft paint and upload it online. So if you've ever got the chance, see if you can find it. I know I will.

In case you're feeling sorry for Disgust, don't. She did some pretty questionable things later on.

Now even by the emotion's standards, this is crazy: a few weeks later, when all the images were on Tumblr and recorded clips of her were on YouTube, Anger and Disgust started briefly dating. Sort of like, yeah I dumped a load of evil entities on you and now we're going out. Deal with it. They'd been with Riley for thirteen years by this point, met new people, faced new enemies, beat up most of them and generally had a good time. The next target on their hit list was Fear. Yep, he's the guy we're meant to pity here. (Joy's looking over my shoulder right now and laughing. What's so funny?) "Anger," she said one day, after they had a bit of a private smooch. "We need a bit of a summer job, while Riley's off to the beach. I don't think we'll exactly be needed right now."

Anger scratched his head. He liked the word summer. He wasn't too sure about the word job. But he was pretty bored. And we of course, can get quite restless once this happens. Shouting at things down in the subconscious didn't entertain him like it used to, despite their cute little shrieks. So he went along with it. "Sure, whatever you say."

The big plan involved scaring Fear enough to keep him from ever touching the console. They actually succeeded too, with just a scary vampire mask and some hair gel. But then Fear complained and never did dream duty to the fact that the "punk vampires" may attack him in his dozing.

"Shut up." Anger told him in the end. "If you weren't a fellow emotion, you'd be down in the memory dump with that memory changer!"

Heart-warming, how the two of them got along.

Then Riley suffered an injury in hockey. When you usually see a tank of a boy charging at you with a three-pound puck and a stick the size and thickness of a tree branch, your usual response would be to get out the way.

But since Fear was cowering in his room, she woke up the next morning with a sprained ankle and a black eye. Repeat this about six times and Fear was finally ready to get back on the console, while Anger was postponed for endangering the poor girl. Disgust managed to talk her way out of the punishment, which just goes to show how slippery she happened to be. If buttered eel existed up in headquarters, put the two side by side you wouldn't tell the difference. She even had the looks as well.

Another happy ending! You see, I think I've gone through all of them…except…oh God, wait…it's worse…we've still got that one major player left. I've kept her away for as long as possible, but now she's wanting a slice of the action. I suppose we've delayed the inevitable long enough.

Let's go talk about Joy.

And that's it. Our final chapter might be posted next week, possibly even next month due to my unusually slow work rate. Nevertheless, ideas for other stories are welcomed with open arms and I hope to see y'all soon.