Fear laid on the couch, his hood over his head as he rested. Joy was at the console, attempting to get their girl to write something fun. Anger was drawing something on Fears notebook. She chewed on the eraser for a split second before continuing. Sadness and Disgust were playing blackjack, Sadness for once not bawling her eyes out about losing and Disgust sporting a smirk on his face. Joy let out an exasperated sigh and collapsed onto the console, sliding off until she was laying on her back on the plush floor. She blew a raspberry. Well, she was out of ideas. Joy began to chew on the zipper on her chartreuse hoodie as she looked around. She was out of options with everyone preoccupied.
No, wait. She was wrong.
She did have one option.
Joy walked over to their sleeping boss and snickered. She rolled up her sleeves and held her hands to her sides. She laughed one more time before bringing them together in a loud clap. Fear jumped up like cat, eyes darting around like bees. He saw Joy and huffed before fixing himself off all four of his appendages. He plopped down on the couch and leaned back. Joy pointed to the screen and Fear followed. He stick his tongue out at the blank computer screen and stood up.
Everyone subtlety watched as Fear sauntered over to the console. He lazily pressed some buttons. The surface of the console turned purple and their girl felt scared that she couldn't think of anything to write. She had an idea to help her though. She pulled her phone and self-fixed orange headphones. She slung them over her head and started up a song.
Fear smiled at her choice, for he had only influenced the thought of listening to music. Disgust suddenly grabbed him by the hand and the male emotion began pulling. Fear smiled and allowed himself to be dragged The others were already gathered in a semi-circle. Fear took his place, a few paces in front of the others. He tensed and began looking around before lifting his head up, fear in his eyes. He put a hand to his mouth as the lyrics began.
"They keep creeping towards the door."
He whisper-sang as the others waited for their cue.
"My stomach twists, like a worm beneath the lure."
Fear scrunched his fingers in front of his gut as the others took subtly steps closer.
"My heart beat skips like a phonograph."
He takes to acting like a machine, moving his arms stiffly as he circles them in front of his chest. The others still move closer.
"Old machines weren't built to last."
Fear tumbles to the floor, pretending to look at something in his lap. The others grin and move backwards.
"But they keep creeping towards the door."
They ran up and jumped at him, but Fear pretended to press something, shutting them off and ending their assault. While their girl continued to type away, they continued their routine, switching out Fear for Disgust in the next verse.