A parody of Inside Out starring the people inside Queen Saralee's brain!

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Morbid Joy shot out of bed thirty minutes before she was scheduled to be awake, just as she always did. It took her less than five minutes to prepare for work: she woke up looking perfect in her typical glittery blue dress and sparkling green hair.

"Time to make some...horrific memories," she cackled as she glided through the blue hallways of Queen Saralee's brain, finally arriving at headquarters.

"Mornin' Morb," Nonexistent Fear said flatly. Morbid looked around, not sure where exactly to find her colleague. Fear was invisible- after all, the Ice Queen of Lessaenes wasn't afraid of anything.

"Right here," Fear tapped on the side of the control panel, noticing Morbid's confusion.

"Oh, hey," Morbid flashed a creepy, sadistic grin in his direction.

Because why would someone named Morbid Joy ever smile normally?

"Looks like the others are here," she nodded as Vengeful Anger, Regretful Sadness, and Royal Disgust entered the room.

"Look! The Queen's waking up!" Disgust pointed at the wide Aurascreen in front of them as it came to life.

"Aurascreen charger at three o'clock. Possibility of tripping detected!" Fear yelled as Saralee got out of bed. But, as usual, no one paid him any attention. After all, he was nonexistent.

Everything went smoothly through the Queen's morning routine, until Morbid began to feel a sharp stab of agony in the back of her head. She stepped away from the control panel, clutching the nape of her neck in pain.

However, this was nothing new, for Morbid Joy was sick. It wasn't a physical ailment that could be cured with a few doses of medicine. No, this was something far more serious. It was a defect of personality, a result of the time many years prior when headquarters had been flooded by a strange, lethal blue liquid.

Of course, Morbid now knew that it was called the Iceheart Serum.

It was why she went by her first name, while all of her fellow emotions preferred to be called by their last.

She wasn't Joy.

But she remembered Joy.

Sunny, light-footed, blue-haired Joy.

Her twin.

Her best friend.

The Iceheart Serum had killed Joy, tossing her into a wall while Morbid watched her shatter into a million pieces.

But it hadn't just been murder. Morbid would've been able to deal with the loss. Ever since Joy's death, Morbid had been...different. It was almost like a part of Joy lived on inside her, reminding her that what she did was so, so wrong.

"Need...halfie juice!" Morbid spluttered as she fell to the ground, trying to silence the drumming in her ears.

If Joy was still Leader, she never would've allowed Queen Saralee to kill so many innocent humans and Rhenans. She would've stopped her!

Morbid was a bad Leader. She was right horrible...

"Here you go, Morb," Sadness meandered up to Morbid, a glass in her hands.

"Thank you," Morbid whispered, fervently downing the drink. Sure enough, the pain immediately left her.

"None of us could possibly imagine what you have to go through every single day," Sadness sobbed. "But you'll be okay. You have us. You have your emotions. She can't hurt you anymore."

Morbid nodded, slowly rising from the ground, but one question lingered in her mind.

Is Joy really hurting me?

Or am I the one hurting her?