Hello, guys. I've had some sort of idea for how I personally would write Inside Out 2 ever since the first trailer came out, so now I'm bringing it to life. Enjoy.
And yes, I intentionally waited until after I saw the 2nd movie in cinema before I wrote this. So, there's that.
Everything you do determines who you are.
CRASH!
BREAK!
BOOM!
STOMP!
The entire headquarters was falling apart.
All the core memories - and even all the memories that weren't core - were scattered around the room; and even though there was nothing "officially" leading to it, it was known that it was but their turn to get destroyed.
Forever.
Nearly all the systems were either already completely broken or in the process of getting diminished.
The only thing still fully functional was the main screen.
Disgust stood before it, close enough to see exactly what was being projected onto it, but far enough to think for the smallest fraction of a second that the attempt to convince herself that what she was seeing was at least somewhat unreal would be anything but failed.
Standing left to her, but a little farther, was someone else, also as helpless to do anything about this as her; if not a lot, lot more.
He did press a button on the main deck, and, well, the reaction was none.
Knowing, all too well, that no amount of repeating that action would change anything out there, he just kept standing.
A little further behind them, they didn't have to turn their heads to see what was going on. For at least two reasons. One, they were too abysmally stunned by what was going on in front of them. And two, they already knew what was behind them.
Anger was throwing everything around, in a fit of rage way too furious, wrathful, and aggressive even for Anger himself.
Entire shelves were being burned, entire stacks of paper disappearing into fire, entire windows shattered.
That last notion was one Anger found all too useful - for none of the memories spread around him served any slimmer of purpose any longer.
As such, he was able - hell, even obliged - to throw all of them through that big window in the back of the headquarters. For them to fall all the way down... deep down... never ever to be thought of again.
Sadness was sitting opposite of him, watching him throw one scathingly furious tantrum all across the room, feeling empty, having no choice but to let him continue.
Standing right of Disgust, panicking ever since arriving to the headquarters, was yet another emotion. Despite being adamantly desperate to push all the possible buttons in front of her, she also knew far better than that.
Having caused irreversible damage by getting control of the place too quickly, she had to refrain, with every last ounce of her strength, from even getting a too fond look at the deck.
And so, she narrowed herself down to the one thing she was really left to do - panic. And scream and shout. And do some more screaming and some more shouting.
Fear, while also just standing, in his own place, not moving from all the soon-to-be-forgotten memories that were rolling around him, took complete agreement with that other emotion.
As he saw Disgust silently watching the main screen, he spent one millisecond wondering if he should present her with a thought he'd just had - but the very next millisecond, he made himself aware that such a move would actually only be detrimental to what was happening before their very eyes.
And Joy?
Exactly.
The emotions themselves were already taking all this painfully enough.
But even more agonizing was what was happening outside.
Riley Andersen, the girl inside whose mind all this took place, was standing in a small room, staring exactly in front of herself, with her face filled with traces of dried tears.
The light inside the room was running out of power, and battery change for it was needed quickly. Not that quickly, though.
Behind her was a mirror.
What she saw in front of her, on the other hand, was getting her more and more what one might mistakenly call scared by every meter she rose.
For the room she was in was an elevator.
And the sight in front of her was a crack in the elevator door. Through which she saw, barely, the walls and the rooms that would be in front of that elevator.
The same sight at every floor.
At one moment, though, what she saw through the crack was a glimmer of the San Francisco skyline.
She thought to herself she might garner tremendous appreciation for that skyline, if she were to see the full of it...
Under some entirely different circumstances.
That sight of the fraction of the skyline only lasted for a few moments, anyway, as she was back to only seeing the walls.
A few dozen kilometers away, in the suburb of the city, a lot of smoke was coming out the window of one single household. The smoke could've been seen from quite afar.
Inside that house, someone was sitting on a sofa, with all the lights turned off, crying. Crying desperately and hopelessly. Perhaps even attempting to cry this horrible night away.
Looking around, seeing a ruined furnace, thoroughly filled with smoke, which in turn filled the majority of the house - it was all so wrong.
Not too far, the sound of wheels could be heard, being pressed against the dry asphalt, for kilometers on end.
An astounding amount of police cars - but most certainly not too many - were getting closer and closer to the smoke-emitting house, appearing determined to have this misfortune solved.
When they arrived just outside the house - even faster than expected - the policemen stepped out and approached the entrance door on foot.
"SFPD!" one of them yelled. "Come out of the house with your hands in the air!"
After hearing the policemen, the only words that were said inside the house, in deep pain, were:
"NO! No, please, no..." as the winces were getting more abrasive. "Please! I DIDN'T DO IT!"
But the policemen couldn't hear a word of it all.
As she looked just above the elevator door, Riley saw the display.
The reason she did this was, of course, she wanted to see which exact floor she was on. In order to determine how much more she'd have to wait until landing on her desired floor.
Some more.
But in comparison to the number of those she had already passed by, not so much.
Admittedly a very tall building.
Right afterwards, she lowered her head back to seeing the walls through the crack.
She was almost starting to enjoy that particular sight.
She shouldn't have.
The whole point of why she was even contemplating coming there was the exact opposite.
The smile that never appeared on her face, quickly wore off.
So she just waited. And waited. And waited for not much longer.
DING!
For, as the display had just shown, she finally arrived at the last floor.
That was chapter 1. Please leave a comment with your thoughts on it. Thank you!