Hi Barbara!
I dug up a few more, and I didn’t read the fanfic challenge or context until after I did all three, so here it goes without any of that insight:
Anger was playing darts and used a large picture of one Daniel “Call me Dan” Scardino as his target.
Good thing he did not choose to fly around and shoot little darts of heat vision at Call-me-Dan.
As if on cue, Joy rushed to the console. “Are you completely insane? She hasn’t broken up with us, yet.” “Oh yeah?” Anger shouted. “And what do you believe she’s going to do? Show up to kiss Clark senseless? After all the disappearing he had to do?”
I’m waiting for Self-Destruction to show up.
Fear started to tremble. “Tell her his secret? She’s going to dissect us like a frog!”
No, eviscerate. With words. Completely different process.
The guy in the phone shop already knows Clark’s name. That’s freaky.”
Hey, these days Clark could use Amazon’s delivery subscription option. No idea if they have those in the US, too, but Barbara (may) know what I mean with the Spar-Abo option.
So three hands hit the speak button.
Which is how fumbling happens.
Joy, Sadness, Fear and Disgust all pulled Anger back from the console with joined forces.
. “Do you want to have Clark end up hurting her? You know very well that you can’t press the buttons like that! Remember what happened to the barn when Clark was little?”
Such double meaning: also pushing Lois’s buttons in anger.
Fear jumped up and down, clutching his mid-section and started to tremble even more. “You’re not going to let him tell her his secret, are you? You can’t do that!”
Suddenly I’m thinking “fear monster”, akin to the Hulk.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,” Fear squealed. “What’s she doing there? Move back, move back, move back.” Disgust covered his eyes with his hands. “She’s going to kiss him. Oh, boy. Please let it not be sloppy. I hate sloppy.”
So, do we meet “Lust”? Will he be dressed like Tarzan and carry Bongo drums?
He giggled and pressed another button until violins started playing in Clark’s head.
Long since prepared “Protocol K” huh? (K for kiss, not kryptonite, and yes, it’s only here that you need to spell that one out
)
Disgust shook his head. “There’s such a thing as a Relationship Island? You’ve got to be kidding me!”
/Cocks eyebrow/
Lots of fun. Loved the anthropomorphic emotions.
Michael
