A/N: Short one this time, and you'll see why.
Anger looked up at the hundreds and hundreds of memory shelves looming before him. His breathing hadn't slowed since he had left Headquarters. He had come to a decision, and he was going to carry it out, no matter what he'd have to do. This was part of his job, his responsibility. He was supposed to keep everything fair for Riley. And as much as he hated to admit it, even to himself, Fear was right. Telling Riley to run away was anything but fair.
The minute Fear had left the room, Anger had made up his mind. He had called down the emergency tube that was in that room and sent himself whizzing toward Long-Term Memory. If what Sadness had told him was correct, all of Riley's memories - excepting the Core Memories - were stored there and easily accessible in case Riley needed to be reminded of anything. Memories that were faded were thrown into the Memory Dump, forgotten forever. Following that logic, Anger decided that he would find Riley's memories of running away, throw them in the Dump, and all guilt on his part would be forgotten. But now, looking at the innumerable memory shelves and the innumerable amount of memories they contained, Anger had surmised that his plan wouldn't be as easy to carry out as he had thought. But he wasn't about to give up. He'd put Fear in his place yet. With a menacing glare at the shelves, he charged into Long-Term Memory.
A/N: I've been thinking, and I've come to a decision about this fic. This might be the last chapter I'll post. That's right, it's getting discontinued. Nobody seems to like it as much as they did when I started it, I'm getting literally zero views this week, and all the drafts for potential chapters that I've done are riddled with gaping plotholes that I doubt I can cover any time soon. I thought I knew what I was doing this time around (unlike with that Mikado fic that turned out to be a total mess) but I think I should stick to what I know: one-shots. Sorry to disappoint you guys again.
~GMT