STAY A WHILE

VISIT 3

you brushed your hair behind your ear, feeling uneasy as ever after yesterdays visit. that was.. something.

you prepared your checklist too.. eliminating the whole checkbox thing. something told you that you'd have to be writing a whole lot more.

as always, the door had been opened rather quickly. it was joy again! you smiled faintly.

"inspector!! wow, hi!! it is SO nice to see you again! second visit, ehhh?" she smiled widely at you and as always made all these crazy hand gestures, pulling you along gently.

she warmed up to you so quickly, it was a little bit crazy, but it's not like you were opposed to it. she was a sweet girl and you liked her a lot. as she dragged you along you felt your face heat up a bit, oh god, you hoped it wasn't visible. you weren't blushing, were you?

"inspector? inspeeectooor?" she waved her hand infront of your face, and you were quickly snapped out of your train of thought.

"OH! oh, oh, sorry, um.. yeah, no, second visit, am i right? sure."

joy seemed a little bit suspicious but you read her far too well -she didn't mind, and she just let her suspicions go. it didn't really matter, did it?

just like last time, everyone was in the center of headquarters, moving along the day like usual. suddenly, as you stepped inside, you saw.. a lot of weird, orange blurs running around, moving everything.

"huh?"

"oh, don't worryy.. thats just anxiety again! anxiety, what are you doing!" joy scolded lightly as she dragged anxiety off to another room.

you ignored the others going about their day as you pressed your ear up to the door.. just gently.. just to hear a bit..

"b-but joy! i just wanted to make a good first impression and, and you know-"

"anxiety, you don't need tooo.. it'll be fine! what'd i tell you about overthinkin' everything?"

"but everything has to go perfect!"

you sucked your teeth, pulling away from the door. talk about control freak.. an.. attractive one, sort of, whatever, um, but.. a control freak, yeah.. oh god you feel so awkward and your hearts racing a bit from her stupid nervous voice! ughh..

you groaned to yourself a little before going over to look at the emotions. a normal mix, but orange had been creeping in from day to day, it seemed.

"hey, what's this?" you thought out loud, noticing a plant-like, white growth propped up on a stand in the middle of the control room. "how did i not see this before..?"

a beautiful, green lady with a sense of fashion (damn!) ran up and brushed your hand off.

"hold! on! be gentle, will you?" she was sassy, huh.. disgust, was it?

then, fear chimed in. "yeah.. what if it b.. breaks!?" he seems to have scared himself out of his own mind.. jeez.. he froze and fell over, like a scorpion scared out of its wits.

"well.. what is it?"

"its rileys sense of self.." said sadness. her gentle voice was honestly recognizable anywhere, even if you only met them all recently.

disgust strummed it like a guitar, or a harp, her fingers gliding over the pale glowy strings. riley's voice echoed through the chambers and bounced off the walls in a pleasant way, it was almost soothing.

i am a good person.

i am kind.

i am a good friend.

"ohh.." you hummed.

"well, uh, sorry for the short visit.. good to see everything's going well, right? ill see you guys tomorrow!" 

..ow.

wordlessly, it was anxiety, again. grabbing your wrist.

"let's discuss my plans to help benefit riley, o-okay?"

she was.. certainly sure of herself.

you relunctantly agreed, letting her drag you into her small, secluded room. it was orange and filled from head to toe with origami of all sorts, and even more impressively, colors.

you waited expectantly as she pulled out many papers for you- "these," she began, "are all my plans!"

"that.. seems like a lot, yeah?"

it was a lot.

hundreds of papers illustrating many horrible events.. and some of you, it seems.

anxiety quickly found herself on your lap as if you were a sort of comfortable seat, causing your heart to race. you were almost panicking.

you brought your hand down to her waist, about to grab her and pick her up, but with a shaky hand you slapped you away. god, how could someone named anxiety be this bold?

she wasn't even showing you any plans..

you trembled.. oh.. oh god, oh god, shes cute and hot, holy shit. holy shit.

you threw her off and left faster than you came, head down in embarrassment. no, not embarrassment, you were flustered. this better not be a crush. please say this isn't a crush.

yeah, you definitely have a crush on her. but.. joy.. is so friendly and caring.. and..

UGH!

visit 3 week 3 done. whatever. you'll report back to MC² and go home and..

you groaned to yourself.

this job is a lot harder than you expected all because of some cute girls.