Inside Out reImagined

A Grid of Formative Memories

The next emotion to take his seat at the console, after Joy and Sadness, was Fear, and his individuality made him quite the polar opposite of them both.

Unlike the ladies, who at least could pass as people, Fear was barely recognizable as one. He was tall and lanky, almost standing up to Joy, with short arms and legs and eyeballs looking as though they hung on top of his thin head like two large bulbs. His nose also hung from his head, completing the view. Instead of hair, he had a long, spiraling purple strand, more reminiscent of an antenna than hair, and two "eyebrows" that floated above his body. As with other emotions, Fear had a theme color, that being purple.

For work, Fear had dressed somewhat formally, if anachronistically. He wore dark purple pants with a proper belt and a white shirt with layered sleeves, and the only decoration that adored his body was a red bow tie. Of course, his clothes were tailored to the specific, nerve-like body shape, but on a human, they could evoke any number of eras except for the modern day.

That being said, Fear's entrance was anything but formal. Even from a distance, having just ran out of his room and to the front of Headquarters, he shouted out loud: "How long have we been flying? Have we been flying for too long? We're going to run out of fuel! We're going to crash!"

This alerted the ladies to his presence, and they turned to face him; however, they quickly turned back, as he plunged for the console, taking the seat to Joy's left, and pushed buttons around, turning the console color from a pale blue to purple. In turn, the view on the Consciousness Screen also changed radically; now, it seemed as though Riley was wide awake and frantically looking around, though she still remained seated. Even her parents, as far as the emotions could see them, seemed mildly worried.

"Relax!" Joy reassuringly spoke as she moved over to hold his hands, preventing him from worsening the situation. She continued: "I'm sure that they calculated the right amount of fuel for the flight. If they didn't, don't you think we would be hearing about crashes a lot more? However, what we do see is articles saying that flying is the safest mode of transportation!"

"Safest! I like safe." Fear said, as though his outburst hadn't happened at all. The emotions, in general, had a terrible habit of acting in the moment, completely disregarding what happened previously.

As Fear was now calm, he could serve an important role in the mind at the present time: ensuring that Riley would be awake for the landing, which couldn't be that far away by now. This satisfied Joy, who returned to her seat, knowing Riley was in good hands. Meanwhile, Sadness only stared blankly at the two, seeing as this wasn't a matter that directly concerned her; it was a rather frequent occurrence as of late.

However, the troubles Joy would have with her team had just begun, and the remaining two emotions were definitely the hardest to tame.

Joy could already hear signs of their frustration. One of them had splashed water all over their face and groaned to themself, though muffled by a towel. Already, as they stepped down to meet the emotions already present by Riley, they knew that it was going to be far from a pleasant day, with their preparations interrupted and Riley still en route to an impossibly distant location.

This emotion was Disgust, and they cared about looks big time. As far as their body build went, they could best be described as curvy, even more so than Riley's mother, shorter than Fear but taller than Sadness, and broadly green. Their hair only reached the top of her neck, and stopped right at one of their eyes at the front, though their other eye could properly see. Speaking of their eyes, their eyelashes stretched past their face, which they absolutely could not if this were the human world.

With their attire, Disgust struck the perfect balance between revealing, as they were easily the most proud of their body among the emotions, and modest, so as to suggest that they still had some sense in their being. They had dark green, ultra-short jeans and thin black leggings, topped off with purple flats. Their top was also short and sleeveless — and in turn, revealing that they didn't have a belly button. The top itself was white, decorated with dark green outlines of splatters.