Envy wanna die? BRUH!

In the bustling HQ of Riley’s mind, new sensations and emotions popped up like zits on a teenager’s face. Cut to the latest addition: Envy. With an obnoxiously green demeanor and a habit of making googly eyes at everything sparkly, Envy waved at her fellow emotions.

“Hey, guys! Nice to meet ya!” Envy chirped.

Joy, ever the optimist, welcomed her with open arms. “Hey, Envy! Great to have you—”

Before Joy could finish, Envy's eyes locked onto Disgust's impeccably coiffed hair. With her arms outstretched, Envy blurted out, "Wow, Disgust! Your hair is soooo pretty! Can I touch it?"

Disgust recoiled. "Um, excuse me? Hands off the hair! It's gross to have someone else's grubby paws in it!"

But Envy's green fingers kept inching closer.

As they debated, from the corner of the room, a throbbing mass of black goop began to slither closer. It looked like a blob of congealed regrets mixed with nightmares—Aspic of The Abyss.

Disgust frowned, her face greener than ever. "Envy! Whatever you do, do not touch that thing. It’s gross." The undertone of panic in her voice went unnoticed by Envy, who was too busy eyeing the goop as if it were a sparkling emerald dress.

"Gross? Nah, come on. It looks cool!" And with that, Envy made a beeline for the goop.

Disgust, exasperated and somewhat horrified at the idea of Envy touching the gooey monstrosity, lunged at her. "Wait, stop, don’t—"

But it was too late. Envy's gleaming green fingers plunged into the goop, resulting in Disgust's unfortunate hand-to-goop interaction.

With a wet squelching sound, the goop reared up and swallowed Disgust like Monday swallows weekends. "Oh, this is so g—GAAAAAAAAH!" Her wails of terror resonated throughout Riley's mind—a first for the embodiment of sass and distaste.

Envy stared, wide-eyed, before echoing, "Disgust? Hey, you okay? WHERE DID YOU GO?"

Disgust had vanished, leaving behind nothing but the echo of her scream. Joy and Sadness rushed over, peering into the abyss where Disgust had been consumed.

"That was...unexpected," commented Joy, who tried to spin the situation positively. "I mean, maybe Disgust is...redecorating in there?"

Sadness sighed dramatically, because that’s what she’s best at. "There goes our ability to make Riley not eat broccoli."

Envy frowned, then brightened, "Riley likes broccoli now? Cool!"

"No! No, it's not cool!" Joy tried to keep her last nerve intact. "Now she enjoys disgusting things—how are we supposed to handle that?”

Sadness shook her head, adding another notch to Riley’s growing miseries. “Maybe we should just try to make it work. Spaghetti with chocolate syrup, anyone?”

Meanwhile, Envy fingered the last traces of goop on her hands, staring at the black mess oozing its way back and vanishing into a dark corner.

Joy looked at Envy. "New rule: no touching weird stuff. Okay? It messes up everything."

Envy pouted. "It looked fun."

"Yeah, fun until someone ends up inside it forever," mumbled Sadness.

The room fell into an awkward silence, and HQ, once a place of humming productivity, now faced a bizarre new challenge. Riley would learn to navigate her new affinity for the peculiar, joined somewhere in the chaos by an incomprehensible void where Disgust once squirmed.

And Envy? She kept her distance from the mysterious corners and tried really, really hard not to touch things anymore. For now, at least.

"But seriously, Joy," Envy quipped, "can I touch your hair?"

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