November 8, 1980

"Scooby-Dooby-Doo!" Scooby mumbled around mouthful of noodles.

Joy chuckled. "Silly Uncle Scooby!" He rested his arms on the control panel and propped his chin on the control panel. "What a guy." He said as the viewpoint began to fade out. Previously repressed metamemories began to resurface.

"Well, I'm pooped!" Said Anger. "Let's get to the Scooby metaplace and-hold on."
"What is it?" The other three emotions asked.

"Somebody's missing." Muttered Anger. "Specifically, three somebodies."

"Reddie? Relma? Raphne?" Scooby queried, looking around. "Rere are rou?"
Shaggy gulped. "Like, what happened to them? It was like...like they didn't exist!"
"M-maybe, they're...where we go where we usually go in metaverse. That makes sense, right Uncle Scooby?"
"Reah." Scooby said, looking uncertain.
"Guys? Guys?!" Fear whispered, in the center of headquarters. "What if-What if...we never see them again?"
"As if." Said Anger. "It'll be fine, ya big wuss."
"Yeah," Joy added. "Scrappy just said, let's just go where we always go. I bet they'll be waiting for us."
"Uh, guys?" Disgust asked. "Does anyone notice...anything...different about our voice?"
"Huh?" Joy answered. "Dalalalala…it does sound kind of different."
"What's up with that?" Asked Anger.

"Where's our old voice?!" Disgust demanded.

"Why do I sound funny?" Scrappy wanted to know.
"Like, later, Scrappy, OK?" Shaggy said as he and Scooby began to pick up pace.

"Shaggy's right, let's put our voice on hold right now!" Fear said as he got back onto the control panel. "Our friends might have fallen down a black hole!"
The four other emotions paused with their fighting to stare at Fear blankly.

"It could happen!" Fear insisted.

"Unlikely." Said Anger, pulling him back.

"But what if, Anger?! We can't splat a black hole! What'll we do if-"
"I see them!" Joy cut in, rushing up to the controls.

"Like, where were you?" Shaggy demanded, rushing towards the three. "We were really worried!"

Velma, Fred, and Daphne looked tired and transparent.

"I think we were cut." Velma said.

"Cut?" Fear sat up. "Cut?! Is that some kind of disease or something?" He wondered, flicking a switch.

"What's cut?" Scrappy asked.

"It's when...you sort of get banned from the Toonverse."
"How?!" Shrieked Fear.

"Who?" Demanded Anger.

"Why?" Wailed Sadness.

"Like, why?" Shaggy groaned. "What'll we do without you guys?"
"What's it like being cut?" Asked Scrappy.

"Awful." Fred deadpanned. "You feel like part of your soul's missing."
Sadness gulped. "That does sound terrible!"
Anger shoved him aside. "Outa the way."
"When I find who did this, I'll splat them!" Scrappy promised.

Daphne laughed halfheartedly. "It doesn't quite work that way. The creator's word is final."
"Creators?"
"We never told you about Creators, did we, Scrappy?"
"You mean there's MORE to the metaverse? Gee whiz..."