Squareys, Doors, and Questions, Oh My!

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(My chapters get much longer eventually. Trust me!)


Nine walked around the field, looking for Squarey.

"Squarey! Squarey! Hm, if I were a dog, where would I be? Of course!"

Nine arrived at Four's house, opening the door.

"I knew it," Picking up Squarey, who was more awake now that she got her beauty sleep, "Now, to take you back to Four! But I need to get back there fast.."

"Never fear! Octoblock is here!" Eight yelled as he slammed Four's door completely off of its hinges.

"Uh, oops." Eight said as he tried to put the door back, only for it to fall down again when he let it go. "Ahem, this won't take long."

Nine just sighed and put the door back, screwing it back in place and looking towards Eight.

"I could've handled that."

"Right. So, do you mind helping me get home faster? Four's waiting and probably worried."

Eight rearranged himself into a sled, placing Nine on him.

"Hold on to your dogs!"

"Why would I need to-"

Nine was cut off as Eight had already zoomed away, re-sending the door flying off its hinges once more.
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Four was pacing back and forth.

"What do I ask him? Three wouldn't tell me and I doubt Nine will."

Looking into a mirror, he hardened his face.

"Nine! You have a lot of explaining to do."

Thinking that Nine would find that too intimidating, he changed to a happier mood.

"Nine? Would you mind telling me why everyone gets so weird when I have trouble choosing?"

Not pleased with that, he was about to change it again as there was a knock on the door.

"Who's there?"

"Octoblock."

"Octoblock who?"

"Uhm, just Octoblock?"

Nine's voice interrupted.

"Eight, we don't need to knock. It's my house."

"Oh, right."

Four wasn't sure if he yelped or not, but the door was soon sent off the wall and smashed into smithereens on the opposite side.

"Eight!"

"Oops."

"Squarey!" Four cried, "Where have you been?"

"She was still at home, you must've left her behind." Nine concluded.

"Oh, thank you so much Nine, I was having trouble deciding whether to go after you or not."

"Well it's a good thing that you decided, or else 'you know who' would've done 'who knows what' in 'who knows where'."

"Huh?"

"Y'know, the 'thing' that happens when you can't decide."

"What 'thing'?" Four pressed, hoping that he'll finally get an answer to his question.

However, his hopes were crushed when Nine cleared his throat and elbowed Eight before he could continue.

"Heheh, sooo.. You have somewhere to be, right Four?" Nine asked, suddenly eager to get Four out of here.

"Wait! He was about to tell me-"

"That's what I thought." Nine chuckled nervously, whilst shoving Four out and shutting the door.

"He was going to answer my question.."

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