Title: The Inside. Fandom: Whose Line is it Anyway? (US) General Characters: Chip. Prompt: 004. Insides. Word Count: 273 Rating: PG. Author's Notes: The person mentioned in this story is supposed to be whoever you want. The POV is Chip. We didn’t mean to exclude him. Really, we didn’t. It’s just…he was never on the inside to begin with. That’s just how it happened. Everybody else clicked, and he was…on the outside. When we all went out to a bar, he’d be stuck at the studio, left alone to drive himself home when the janitors left. We tried, once, to invite him along, but he got drunk, and he’s not a happy drunk. He’s a mean, pissy, swinging, fist-fighting kinda drunk. See? We tried. It just didn’t work out. There was that one time when he tried to get us to hang out with his friends. Well, his friend. Okay, okay, it was nobody. We were all asked to go to his house for a Halloween costume party. Nobody showed up. We were too busy getting piss drunk at that bar. We had forgotten all about him, and nobody cared. Nobody stopped to say, “Hey, guys, we were all invited to his house tonight, remember? We really should go!” And now…well, he’s not dead. Technically, he’s still alive. His body is still here. But emotionally and intellectually, he’s gone. He’s slumped into such a depression that we can’t pull him out. He can’t pull himself out. We feel sorry…now, of course. I don’t think one of us cared about him until this hit. The only time he looks happy anymore is when we’re doing the show, and even then, you can see it, just below the surface, in his eyes, in his forced laughs… We really did try to make him part of the group. We tried to bring him to the inside…really.