Wow. A fanfic for Inside Out. Boy, am I brave. Especially since this movie hasn't come out yet.

Becoming a fan of this movie and watching the brain freeze gag in the trailers, I thought of one thing.
A seizure is the result of abnormal electric activity in the brain. A good way to put it is having a lightning storm inside the brain. This brought me to a question. If brain freeze results in the headquarters and Emotions being encased in ice, then wouldn't there be a series of lightning bolts striking here and there in the brain during a seizure? Not to mention the consequences of said event.

Dark, I know. This only came to mind due to me having a history of seizures and having an interest in what goes on before, during, and after a seizure. And not me just being some sick sicko.
I didn't want Riley to be dealing with having a seizure. So I created (and present to you) Erik, an unofficial OC, to be the character in this story.
Let's begin!

His barely open set of hazel eyes lazily traced the poster-decked wall next to his bed. The eyes trailed down to the wooden bedside table to where his radio alarm clock was.

6:50. Erik tiredly thought, reading the time. It was ten minutes before his alarm would go off. He snuggled tightly under his comforter.

"Mmmm…" Joy sighed. "This is so nice and warm. I don't wanna get up."

"And we won't have to…for a mere ten minutes." Anger added tiredly with a small pinch of sarcasm, looking at today's issue of The Mind Reader.

"I know." Joy replied dreamily.

Erik, still half-asleep, thought about last week. Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and half of Friday were spent worrying about and studying tests for the end of the semester in school. For the middle school student, it was pretty stressful. It didn't help much with having to deal with high hopes from his dad and competition with his straight-A older sister (not to mention she was a high school sophomore).

Yet the weekend proved worthy of that crazy week. It was his friend Gable's thirteenth birthday, and the most exciting party in his life was thrown at his house. Many of the gifts received consisted of video games and Nerf guns sets, which resulted in an almost all-night festival of video game tournaments and Nerf gun wars in the living room. Dinner and midnight snack consisted of Gable's favorite foods: pepperoni pizza, different kinds of Coca-Cola (aside from Diet), cheddar popcorn, assorted flavors of Pringles chips, and fruity frozen yogurt sorbet.

Two days ago…

"Woo hoo!" Anger cheered. "Go get that sucker! Kick their butts!"

"He's gonna get shot, he's gonna get shot…" Fear peeped through chattering teeth.

"Um, there's a pillow-and-ottoman barricade he and Corbin are hiding behind." Disgust pointed out."As long as those two stay behind that, they should be okay. It's not like they're gonna be nuked or anything like that."

Hearing that, Fear wrote down 'atomic bomb' on a small handy notebook to be added later to the never-finished list of negative harmful outcomes. "A-T-O-M…" He spelled out loud.

BAM! A small rubber-tipped foam bullet had hit Erik on his upper left arm.

"WE'VE BEEN SHOT!" Fear screamed.

"Man down! That's three!" A boy named Bailey shouted.

"Erik, you're out!" Harold, a boy from the 'enemy's side', called.

"No fair!" Anger cried. "We didn't even see that coming!"

Sadness sulked. "It's the way it works sometimes." She mumbled disappointedly and walked away to sit down on a magenta sofa-like piece of furniture.

"Well, it shouldn't!" The brick-shaped emotion protested.

Joy shrugged. "I hope Erik's team wins!" She said excitedly with a smile on her face.

While Erik's team didn't win that night, it was still lots of fun. Time flies when you're having fun, and boy that was proven for sure as the birthday boy and his guests stayed up until six in the morning. By the time the preteens and newly-teenagers began closing their eyes, the sun was peeking up from behind the trees.

(end of flashback)

Erik smiled. He couldn't wait until his thirteenth birthday. He looked at the big calendar on his wall, graffiti-ed with schedules and important events. He barely saw the small image of the following month.

Thirty-eight more days. He thought happily. Aside from the lifestyle and sometimes Mean Girls-like drama his sister and her friends could impose from high school, he thought being a teenager seemed pretty cool…sweet…awesome.

He nodded back to sleep…but not for long.

*beep!* *beep!* *beep!* *BEEP!* *BEEP!* *BEEP!* *BEEP!* *BEEP!* *BEEP!*

His alarm clock kept sounding off louder and louder. Erik moaned in frustration. He didn't get that much sleep the past week from those nights studying and that party.

Seven o'clock, the alarm's screen said. Erik thought a bit. After ten seconds, he pressed down on the 'Snooze' button (set carefully for ten minutes). Waking up at 7:10 wouldn't hurt. He could worry about getting ready for school within fifteen to twenty minutes, not like his sister's thirty to forty minutes. He fell asleep again.

*beep!* *beep!* *beep!*

Ten minutes went by fast. Erik was NOT happy.

Well, neither was Anger.

"You've gotta be kidding me." He grumbled.

Disgust sighed, a little aggravated at the situation. "C'mon, Erik." She coaxed, pressing a few knobs and switches. "We don't want to look rushed like we've crawled out of a bombsite."

"Ummm…" Sadness hummed. "Something seems wrong."

Something was wrong indeed. Erik began to crawl out of bed but noticed one thing that prevented him from doing it the way he was used to.

He looked at his right arm. From the elbow down, it lay limp and lifeless like a rag doll. It felt thick and hard like a rock yet still a bit fleshy on the outside. He couldn't move it. He couldn't feel anything through it.

Fear began panicking and biting down on his lower lip. This was SO not right at all.

"It's probably just morning numbness." Sadness indicated.

"Yeah, that." Disgust added. "Everybody gets that every once in a while."

Joy giggled. "It kind of feels like the numbing in your cheek after the dentist's office."

Disgust and Anger rolled their eyes and grumbled. Let's not think about that again. They thought in unison, remembering the moments of being frustrated at the temporary inability to look, talk, or eat normally.

"Come on." Disgust insisted. "We need him to look good for school."

Erik got up, assured that it was just morning numbness. And not only did his arm feel that way, but also his right lip. It slumped alongside his face and felt even worse than Novocain. Oh well, he had more important things to worry about. He dragged his way down the hallway to the bathroom. The light was on, and did the spraying of warm water from the shower just shut off?

"Seriously?" He wanted to sigh. Which he did, but not coherently. This caught him by surprise.

Not only does Erik probably look awful, but he sounds awful. Disgust thought. Why does he sound like that? She looked at the four other Emotions. "Did you guys hear that?"

The Emotions stood silent. They were just as dumbfounded and scared as she was. They tried to shake off the fear and shock of what was happening.

"Never mind," Sadness stood up, shaking but trying to be strong. "We straighten our hair in the bedroom and take a shower after school." Disgust cringed.

His feathers ruffled, Erik turned around to face his open bedroom door. Frozen, his vision in the faint morning light began to blur—like he had severe myopia. His legs became jell-o, and his knees suddenly buckled under his weight.

"He's falling! No!" A quaking Fear cried. "NO!" He ran quickly to the console and urgently threw down one or two of the throttles. The preteen boy had fallen to his knees, but there was still a chance that his body wouldn't meet the carpeted hallway floor. Fear hurriedly pulled at a lever next to his right hand but failed to lift it up all the way.

It was stuck.

"His right arm isn't working!" Joy remembered. The Emotions hadn't experienced this blurry of vision since he was a baby but could make out the right hand hanging motionless and not responding to the brain's commission to move.

An identical switch near the purple Emotion's left hand was pulled immediately. The fuzzy figure of Erik's left arm pushed against the floor, keeping him upright.

They tried to smile through their fright. Even Joy could barely get a half-smile in.

Sadness couldn't believe what she was seeing. She quietly stepped away from the console and her associates. Her chin quivered and her eyes were barely beginning to leak. She wanted to burst out and cry and sob but couldn't. This was so overwhelming. The quintet, as Erik's emotions, was trying to do whatever they could do to help him. They were barely succeeding.

But they couldn't fail. They just couldn't, could they? That was a question everyone was asking themselves.

It felt as if time slowed down. As they tried to keep Erik safe. As they watched next to helplessly and hoping with their hearts that he would be okay.

A bright white flash radiated from what seemed a distance. Yet it cast a faint shadow under Sadness' small feet. Did she really see something or was it just her imagining strange things out of reaction to this living nightmare?

Another blast of white light flashed again, only brighter and closer. She turned around to see the rest of the brain in time for another brighter and stronger flash. The floor underneath her lightly shook.

By now everyone had noticed slight flashes and the floor quaking, but they refused to let Erik leave their sight. But the most recent flash had caught their attention. Not only were those flashes of light getting brighter and closer, they were becoming more frequent. The emotions barely looked behind over their shoulders in time to see complete white.

Then complete darkness.