Chapter 1

Hey there! I'm Joy and I've been chosen to start off Harry's story. I know that's not his real name but for privacy's sake we're gonna come up with pseudonyms for everybody, apart from us emotions of course (Pseudonym. What a silly word, but that's beside the point).

You may want to hear about life growing up inside Harry's head, but it's very difficult to remember all the important stuff from when you were a toddler. Go on, try it, I bet you can't either.

I can tell you some vague things though. We have some memories left that somehow haven't been dumped, but they've faded to grey, so it's all just a blur, and so we usually have to guess what happened, or ask family.

Seeing as I can't give you Harry's first page, I'll give you mine instead. I was the first to arrive on the scene, and I guess Sadness was too, but I don't know when we became aware of one another. For argument's sake I'm gonna say we're twins, save us fighting I suppose. Harry opened his eyes and a screen appeared before us, but we couldn't really see much. There was some hazy image of two people on the screen in front of us. In our little space, headquarters, it was dark, bar the glow from the magically operated projection to the outside world. And the console. Just a button really, a big white button on a small little post. I hit it first, curious as to what it did, and a huge ball came rolling out of nowhere, out of the darkness beyond the screen, and onto a track.

Fascinated by this new glowing globe I approached it, allowing Sadness to take his turn in pressing the button. As the globe moved along the track I scooped it up and to my surprise it replayed the last moment from the screen. I cuddled it and put it back, where it continued to the centre of the room, into a cylindrical container with rounded slots, and it slid into place.

I looked back at the console to find Sadness gently pressing the button every ten seconds, causing blue orb after blue orb to slide3 in on the rail, but thankfully not the same way my one went.

"Hey! Whatchu doin' little blue fella?"

"We're cold and we're hungry, and we need to let them know."

"Who's they?"

"Anyone who wants to listen, I guess."

And at that point a fuzzy image of a woman came into view, and she smiled and spoke to us.

"Aww, my little Harold, do you want feeding? Here you go!"

I took back control from my blue faced friend/brother/co-worker (take your pick) at that point, which he seemed to accept, and pressing the button caused another golden yellow orb to slide in, clunking into the latest blue memory.

"Oh, I'm Sadness by the way" and he offered a hand, which I took into mine and shook,

"My name's Joy."

So that's how we came about, and for the first year or so it was mainly just us at work: Sadness when Harry was hungry or needed his nappy changing, and me when Mum or Dad played with us or gave us our food. That is, until the others came along.