What am I?
?Am I gay? - I asked.
The happyness blinked twice with a blank expression.
Look, there's some controversies... I mean, err, I... - the happyness looked down to his footpaws.
I knew it. I knew it was a hard question, otherwise I'd be able to answer.
Maybe, maybe! - the happyness looked at me. - Maybe I'm the wrong person to answer that. I'm sorry, but I really, really don't know.
I nodded.
Thank you, happyness - I said. - We will look for the anger, the sadness and the neutrality.
Can I go with you guys? - he asked, his tail wagged as the alien appeared again.
Of course - I answered.
He squealed in joy. We left the room.
So, where's the next room? - asked the happyness.
You don't know? - I asked, surprised. - You live here, not me, I thought you knew!
But I dunno - the happyness shrugged and smiled.
Fighting won't take us anywhere - said the alien. - Let's keep going.
We agreed and followed the alien. After some minutes of walking, we noticed a soft scent of urine. We looked back and saw the happyness wetting itself. The sight would arouse me in normal conditions, but it was time to be serious.
We reach the second room. We entered. It was a red room with nothing inside, except for another clone of me wearing a red diaper. "Judging by the color, he is my anger", I thought.
Will you all stay there silently or will someone say something to me? - he asked, in rather harsh tone.
The anger looked at us. I shivered in fear; he looked like I thought. He seemed fierce, stressed and his fur was all messed up, as if he had just thought another feline, way bigger than him. He had bandages on the left arm and head. He coughed.
We look for answers... - I said.
Everyone does - he replied, looking back to the floor where he was sitting.
I'm here to know my sexuality.
And what makes you think that I have the answer for this?
I got irritaded.
Look, you if you don't want to help, then I'm leaving - I touched the doorknob.
Okay - said the anger. -, after all, if you ease your mind from this worry, I'll get weaker.
I stopped. Maybe he was sick and wounded because of my rationalizations about my sexuality. If I get rid of stress, then I'd be getting rid of him. I remembered when I was about to shot that turtle cub in the Ideal World. I couldn't shot, I'm just unable to kill someone. "He will be okay", I said, completely sure that I can't live my life away from frustration and, of course, anger. We left the room.
We made our way to the corridors once again.
Hey, guys, only the sadness can be found on it's room - spoke the happyness.
Mm? - me and the alien looked back at the happyness.
Neutrality has no room for him; he is always wandering around the corridors.
So, there's a huge chance of finding the neutrality while looking for the sadness - pondered the alien.
Good news, then! - I said.
We resumed walking until we reached the next room. Sadness would be there. I twisted the doorknob.