All of the characters mentioned from the movie Inside Out belong to Disney and Pixar, and all of the characters/ideas from The Wizard of Oz belong to L. Frank Baum and the film adaptation by Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer. This is based heavily on the movie in my attempt to fit it with the characters of the Inside Out world. The story will begin with Disgust, but all of the characters from the movie will make an appearance. She will be the only emotion persona with a human name. (i.e. Mindy Test - Like 'detest' get it?) Besides this, all other instances or ideas that will be mentioned in the story will belong to me. Not quite sure at the moment where the story will go, but I hope that you will be willing to stick around and ride it through to the end with me... Overall there will be a little romance, a lot of humor, and a lot of friendship in this story. Some JoyxFear. Possibly eventual MindyxAnger and SadnessxBingBong. Enjoy!

The sun was hot, and Mindy Test was sweaty as she stared up at the New York-styled apartment in front of her. The prissy teen let out a long moan of frustration. A pink manicured hand immediately moved downward to cock against her hip. She turned around to glare defiantly up at her parents.

"Mom, Dad," she asked, giving them a dirty look, "Why did we have to move away from the comforts of Florida? And to San Francisco of all places? I mean, ugh, the taste of the broccoli pizza that we had earlier is still in my mouth. Frankly, why anyone would ever want to put any of that nasty old, disgusting and moldy broccoli on a perfectly good Italian pizza is beyond me. Good going San Francisco, you figured out a way to ruin pizza. Honestly!"

Hopping out of the moving van, Mrs. Test gave her daughter a patient smile. She threw her daughter the last of her bags and gently shooed her towards the house.

"Aw, come on now. Go on and check out the house, it can't be that bad. The apartment number is A113. Be gentle with the knob, though, we're getting it replaced soon. Besides, a new start will be good for you. Think positively, baby."

Grumbling under her breath, Mindy rolled her eyes, but took the bag from her mother with a small thank you. She then walked toward the front door of their apartment building with her father and waited until her mother was done talking with the driver who had been sent by the moving company. It was a long moment of awkward silence and staring between both father and daughter, before her mother finally appeared beside them carrying a box of big crystal glassware.

Mindy rolled her eyes once more, as her mother gave them a large smile, happily shifting the box in her grasp. Mr. Test immediately opened the building's entrance. He held the door open for them, and the trio of newbies made it through the front door one by one. Soon they were standing at the foot of the stairs and slowly, letting out a light sigh, the three Tests began lugging up the last of their baggage.

"Why doesn't this place have an elevator?" Mindy complained.

She glanced back at her mother from over her shoulder.

"Because it doesn't have an elevator," Ms. Test easily answered.

"Ew, and why would you choose somewhere that doesn't have an elevator?"

Her mother frowned, "Honey-"

"Darling, don't mess with your mother."

Mindy sighed and mumbled an apology. The sixteen year old led her parents onto the third floor where their new apartment would be and blindly stuck a hand out to take the key away from her mother. A curt nod followed Ms. Test dropping the metal into Mindy's fingers. Her daughter was not usually this cross, but the effect of moving had taken a toll on her, and she was acting far worse than her usual pampered self. To her, moving had been nothing but a personal attack against her, and an attempt to ruin her life and the popularity that she had built around herself throughout high school. She had been cool in the other kid's eyes; a fashion icon for teenagers everywhere. The fact that she was still an adolescent with much to learn about the world, an idea she fiercely denied, did nothing to help her current emotional state. Basically, she was mad, and she was damned sure to take it out on her parents.

Stabbing at the doorknob with the key to their apartment, Mindy glared up at the number on the door. A113; the number that would probably haunt her dreams. It was the number that she would have to see literally every single day of the rest of her life, at least, that is how she made it out to be at the time in her mind. The girl let out a noise of contempt and flicked the key to the left. The lock within the knob clicked open, and she quickly placed her hand on the cool metal. The feel of it, cold to the touch, brought her to a sudden halt. A thick lump settled in her throat.

"You excited?" her mother wondered, already knowing that her daughter was definitely not excited. Still, it had been a fair attempt at making her smile and instilling a small sense of joy. Too bad it had been for naught.

Sighing to herself, Mindy threw open the apartment door and shifted the bag over her shoulder. She silently stepped inside, only to pause on the second step and gaze around at their surroundings. Her eyes almost bugged out in distaste. The lump plunged down from her throat into her gut.

"This is our apartment?" she eventually squeaked up to her parents.

A grunt of confirmation from her father met her ears.

Her mother grinned, as she placed down the box of glassware. She nodded. The look of uncontained surprise on her daughter's face amused her greatly.

"Home sweet home!"

Mindy subconsciously shook her head and took a couple of hesitant steps further into the apartment. She held onto the bag on her shoulder tightly, as her father began to dutifully shove boxes from the hallway into their flat.

Cheerfully, her mother continued on, "So what if it's a fixer upper? So it's got a few bugs-"

"AHHH!" Mindy screamed, almost falling backwards on her ass, as she ran away from a nearby corner.

Her mother blinked in surprise and felt a frown come upon her brow.

"-And rats, apparently. Well, that is certainly enough Frozen for one day. God forbid the next thing you'll tell me is that we have Sebastian the crab in our toilet."

"Ew. Ugh Mom, can you please stop making Disney references? I am currently freaking out over dead mice here, you know."

"Oh. Right. Well, don't worry your pretty little head about it. Your father and I will take care of it, so you can go on into your room if you want to go and check it out. Your room is the second door on the right down… um, that hallway."

Her mother pointed down a dimly lit hallway and gave Mindy a sympathetic smile. Overall, she could understand why her daughter was feeling so upset about the move. If anything, her mother would have been just as mad as a teenager, if not more so, if she had been the one in her daughter's shoes. Mindy's parents had taken her away from everything that she had ever known, and their daughter had lost everything that she had created for herself back at their old home. Her entire life had been taken away from her. All of her beautifully tanned friends and all of the hot boys that she was just beginning to find an interest in; her entire social bubble had been left behind in the sunny orange state, and that thought in itself pissed her daughter off more than anything.

Walking away, Mindy grumbled under her breath and stomped silently at the floorboards beneath her. As she deftly tossed open the door to her new bedroom, she made a frown and nibbled softly at her bottom lip, wordlessly taking in her surroundings.

Nothing but a bare room with a bare bedframe met her gaze. It made her sick to her stomach. Letting out a loud groan of annoyance, she fell down to her knees and pulled them in to sit Indian style on the cold tile floor. A tired hand reached into the pocket of her shorts, and she pulled out her cellphone. Her fingers expertly flipped it open to reveal her image gallery. A lone tear settled in the very corner of her eye, as she stared down at the pixelated screen in front of her. Nothing but a still frame of a memory and a bunch of people who would have probably already forgotten about her by now. The thought of that made her sad… but that was how living in Florida was; how it always had been. It was almost what she imagined living in New York would feel like; amazing, yet oh so very lonely.

Dammit all!

Suddenly, a bolt of anger shot from her head, straight into the very core of her heart. It took all of the self-control that the girl had inside of her to restrain herself from throwing her phone out of frustration, as she sat on the unfeeling floor shaking with a muted rage. It was like a fire had been set within her, and she was more than willing to add fuel to it. Her entire life had been taken away from her. What had been hers for a total of sixteen years had been stolen from her in an instance. All of her friends and memories; gone in a flash. In her opinion, a lot of time had been spent on her becoming popular, and where had all of that effort gotten her? San-Freaking-Cisco: the land where pizza is served with nothing but broccoli as a topping. No pepperonis or beef or ham, just broccoli. Yuck!

Mindy shuddered from her spot on the floor. Suddenly, she felt exhaustingly tired and completely unwilling to fight anymore. All of her fight had been lost on the drive leaving Florida.

As Mindy lent back to rest against the hard tile beneath her, as another tear fell down her cheek. She curled in her legs beneath her. The girl's arms rested drowsily under her head, and she thought about her friends. A small curse fell out as a whisper across her lips. They had all been planning on taking a trip to the beach before the move was rescheduled for two weeks earlier than the original date... Too bad their trip together would never happen now.

Mindy hastily squeezed her eyes shut. The thought of her friends ever being able to move on without her and leaving her behind hurt her far more than she would probably like to admit. Her heart sunk like a stone. A few more tears escaped through her lashes, before she sniffled, fully exhausted, and tiredly laid her face into the crook of her arm, shielding her eyes from the harsh light of day. Nothing made her feel better at this moment than to be surrounded by the cool shadow that was created by her own skin. It was the only thing that felt safe to her, so much like home, and the girl felt comforted by the softness of her own embrace. The thought of it was terribly sad, but true, and she gave herself a gentle squeeze.

As Mindy breathed deeply into her skin, a small sentence left her lips.

Slowly, she fell asleep. It was with one last thought that she lost consciousness; a mental curse that made a mockery of all of her parents' decisions. God, they could be so stupid. With that thought, the girl decided then and there that she would continue to hate San Francisco for as long as she wanted. She was determined to never like it. Yes, that is exactly what she would do. Hating it would surely teach her parents to never -potentially- ruin her life again. Once she woke up, Mindy would run into the living room, and brood and complain until her parents absolutely regretted moving from the wonderful state of Florida to the boring, old city of San Francisco. It was the only just punishment that her parents deserved.

Taking in a deep breath, Mindy settled more comfortably into the crook of her arm and let out a small sigh of contentment. The tears on her cheeks were just beginning to dry. A wave of sleepiness washed over her, and it calmed all of her senses, weighing down her body until it was almost impossible for her to even open her eyes. With a soft breath, her lips murmured wordlessly. Not a single sound came from her. As her chest continued to move up and down lightly, it was a short moment of gentle lulling before she finally managed to fall asleep.

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