Why Won't They Tell Me?

Suspicions Arise

The numberblocks 1-5 were checking out a supermarket that Twelve had recently opened. All of them (sans Three, who claimed she make better fruit) were excited to go.

"This fruit smells delicious, where did Twelve get all of this?" One asked, holding a blueberry nearly the size Five's Hand glove.

"She doesn't get it from anywhere, One." Five supplied, admiring the starfruit in her hand. "She grows it in her garden."

Two turned to Five, "She had a garden?"

"Yes, she showed me all of the flowers and produce in it."

"That's cool, nature making the fruit sounds better than it being created by machines."

Three shoved One and Five aside and marched up to Two, who took a cautious step backwards.

"I'll have you know that my fruit in the fruit factory was created by machines!"

"Uh..."

"What about it being grown is different from it being made by machines!?"

"Because when you grow it, you have a lesser chance of the machines blowing up." Five interjected, giggling softly.

Three stuck her tongue out and pouted.

"Hello everyone!" Four shouted, holding a large bag. "And everytwo, and everythree." Then he went up to Five. "And hi Five!"

Five laughed as she high-fived Four.

"What's in there?" One asked.

"Oh, this!" He opened it, taking out a square apple, and then a square pear. "I was getting fruit, but I had a hard time choosing which one I wanted to take home.."

One, Two, and Three all froze, luckily for them, this went unnoticed by the other two numbers.

"..So then I just decided to take them both home, along with some other things for Squarey."

"That's nice Four!" Five complimented.

"Thank you, I also got some groceries for Nine, an apple for One, and some food for Blockzilla!"

"My, my, you're busy!" A voice came from behind them.

Twelve looked at the bag, which was a bit bigger than what Four would normally carry.

"Do you need any help my friend?"

"No, it's not a problem for a strong square like me."

"Okay, if you say so, but you do look tired. Want a drink?"

"I'd really like that."

"Great," Twelve made some milk and juice cups and held them out. "Which one would you like?"

"Hm, juice, or milk? No wait! I know! Juice, hang on.. milk. NO WAIT! Juice! Milk! I can't decide! Uh.."

Three jumped up and grabbed some juice.

"There, some juice."

"Oh, but what about the milk?"

Two piped up, "Juice is fine, besides you don't have any biscuits to dip in it."

"Yeah, but-"

"You can always get milk another day." One finished.

Four tentatively took the juice from Three, who was shaking slightly.

"Are you okay, Three? You look scared."

"Uh, yes! Nothing wrong!"

"Alright.."

With no other mishaps happening on the way home, Four didn't dwell on the incident until he laid down to sleep.

"I wonder, why were they so driven to give me juice? Three was obviously afraid of something, but what could it be?"

Giving one last look outside, he closed his window and turned off his bedside lamp.

"What are they hiding, do you know Squarey?"

Squarey only yipped innocently.

"Don't know either, huh? Well, I'll ask Five in the morning."