Sadness is crying at the controls. Joy is sitting with a notebook and a pencil in the bathroom. "What's the matter this time?" she sighs.
Sadness flops on the controls and looks at Joy. "E-e-everyth-th-th-thing!"
Joy rolls her eyes. "Come on, how bad can it be?"
"All our friends hate us," Sadness mumbled.
"No they don't!"
"We suck at writing..."
"Tell that to the commenters!"
"We're failing school!"
"Since when is a B a failing grade?"
"Since we joined a super-competitive school designed to run us into the ground."
Joy rolled her eyes. "Yeah, you're getting off those controls right now."
Disgust stopped Joy in her tracks. "And where do you think you're going?"
"Sadness is destroying us! At this point we'll be dead by the end of the year!"
Sadness looked over. "That's be easier, wouldn't it? The fake good feelings in between this, wouldn't it be easier if it all...stopped?"
"Sadness! Don't say things like that!"
Sadness turned away to look out at what E was seeing.
"I need to get us to a hospital if you're not going to take that back!"
"Dad won't let us," Sadness lamented.
Joy growled. "Then let me take charge! You suck at it!"
"And you're any better?!" Sadness growled. "You send her into states where she feels like she could take on a moving car, and ramp up her anxiety to unbelievable levels, because you make her notice everything! You hurt her more than I do!"
Joy took a step back. "I'm trying to make her feel better, unlike you! You just make her worse!"
"Then why does she always feel better after she cries?!" Sadness yelled. "I make her better, not you!"1001Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3ipmMn0Csw
Joy growled and Anger could be heard chanting, "Fight! Fight! Fight!" in the background.
E was lying in bed, crying. She just wanted this to stop. She wanted it all to stop.
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