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Gatsby

okay hopefully the rest of this ain't that crazy (even though half of it is literally love drama... at least starnerve got spared...)

"Well, good, I don't need to pummel his face into the floor anymore," Anger said coolly.

Fear paled a little. "You were actually gonna do that?"

Anger simply cracked his knuckles. "If you actually hurt her like that, then absolutely."

"You know Anger's like a brother to me," Joy grinned a little. "He'd pummel anyone."

Fear still seemed slightly unnerved.

"Wait, hold on," Envy said. "So... when do you meet this Gatsby guy?"

"What do you mean?" Joy said.

"He's in the title of the book and he's only been mentioned several times," Envy pointed out. "At this point you guys had to have gone over to introduce yourselves to him, right?"

"Well, we didn't exactly introduce ourselves."

"Then how did you meet him?"

Fear waited a beat before saying anything. "The invitation."

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Nick had no clue why he was on the front porch when he woke up the next morning, but he still had the uneasy feeling he was being watched.

"Doing better?" Fear asked, he and Joy stepping outside.

Nick barely even remembered the night before. "Did you take me home or something?"

"You were... not in a good state."

"Well, thanks for... whatever you did," he said, standing up and realizing he was still in his underclothes from last night.

Joy was already staring to their left. "He's watching us again."

Nick looked up just as the familiar silhouette in the window closed the curtain again.

"I should probably get dressed," he said, disappearing inside.

The other two sat down to wait for him.

"It's definitely a beautiful morning," Joy said, eyes trained on the greenery around them.

He couldn't help but notice she seemed slightly nervous. "Everything okay?"

"A little," she shrugged. "I'm just worried about... you know... the results."

"Hey, it'll all be okay," he reassured. "We'll figure it out."

No sooner had Nick returned than a sharp-dressed butler walked up to the trio, a thin object on the silver platter he was carrying.

"Can we help you?" Joy asked, all three of them standing and staring.

The butler didn't say anything and simply held the platter closer. She eventually picked up the card, reading aloud the handwritten message for the other two.

The honor would be entirely mine if you could attend my little party.

— J. Gatsby

"Gatsby," Fear repeated, but the butler was already gone before he could ask to confirm.

"I think it's the real Gatsby," Joy figured. "I'd say we owe it to ourselves to see who this guy is."