Why Won't They Tell Me?

The Lucky Basket

Four sat at the TV, gazing right through it.

Was this really the right choice? He knew he couldn't go back now, but what if he does something unforgivable? Could he really forgive himself?

What if he hurt somebody?

He tried to hide his horror when the Terrible Twos walked in.

"We heard everything, we're still in your head y'know." Bluetwo muttered.

"S-sorry! I just can't.. well..I..I don't know if I'd actually like doing evil.." Four looked down, "The thought of hurting anyone just makes me go crazy."

Purpletwo smiled, and sat next to him, "We don't hurt others, that is a line we'll never cross. I was actually scared that you'd try to hurt them for what they did to you."

"I told him that you didn't have the guts." Bluetwo informed unhelpfully.

"But, if you do somehow get the guts, here."

Purpletwo handed Four a bottle with a strange violet liquid.

"What's this?"

"A potion, its supposed to help you feel extremely calm, with still keeping yourself."

"Huh?"

Purpletwo facepalmed as Bluetwo laughed, "It's a 'make you stay the same but not hurt anybody' juice."

"Oh."

"Alright!" Bluetwo yelled, "If we're done with that, I have the perfect plan!"

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Sixteen held a air horn in one hand.

"Okay! Fruitpickers! Whoever gets the most fruit in their basket wins!"

"Ha! You're not gonna win with that little bucket." Eight laughed as he stared at Seven's basket, "What are you picking? Nuts?"

Seven looked down at his basket and smiled, "This is my lucky basket, I've never run out of room to put my fruit in."

Eight chuckled, "Whatever you say leprechaun."

Seven just shrugged.

"On your trees!"

"Get your basket!"

Sixteen blew the air horn.

"Pick!"

Eight immediately climbed into the tree and started throwing fruit into his large basket. While Seven, on the other hand, picked one by one, admiring them as he picked.

Eight peeked out again, and saw Seven's basket starting to get full.

"Are you sure you don't want a different bucket?"

Seven giggled and put some oranges into it, "I'll be okay, I'm more worried for you."

Sixteen jumped up and down excitedly.

"Keep going! There's only two more minutes left!"

Eight's basket had started getting too full to put more fruit in, so he started wedging it in, looking over to Seven, he saw that no matter how much fruit Seven put in, the fruit never reached the top.

"You need to go faster if you want to win, Seven."

"Don't worry about me."

"But mine has more than yours."

"There's more than to what meets the eye."

"5."

Eight stopped picking, for the sake of Seven's dignity.

"4."

Seven kept going, apple after apple, orange after orange, grape after grape.

"3."

"2."

"1."

"Dump your baskets fruit champions!" Sixteen yelled, "Let's see who had more."

Eight looked to Seven's halfway filled basket.

'If he's relying on pure luck to win, then I think he's too trusting.' He thought.

"Uh Sixteen? Can we start again? Seven needs a different basket."

Seven frowned, "What's wrong with it?"

"I want it to be fair."

"No worries Eight, it is fair, I have my lucky basket, you have eight arms!"

Sixteen looked between them.

"Uh, so what are we doing?"

Eight glanced at the other numberblock, who nodded.

"We're dumping."

"Alright!"

Eight dumped his out, waiting for Seven to put his little pile on the ground.

But to Eight's surprise, that's not what happened.

Seven turned his over, and over twenty times more fruit than Eight's spilled out, nearly burying himself in the food.

Eight could only stare in disbelief.

"How?.."

"Told you, lucky basket!" Seven whispered, hugging his prized possession close.

"I can't believe it, that makes no sense!"

Seven opened his eyes, "A lot of things don't make sense."

"Like what?"

Seven gestured to Sixteen, who was currently trying to shove all the fruit back in the trees.

"Oh-kay.. I see that, but how does someone put so many things in one tiny place?"

"I'll show you."

Seven put his basket down and grabbed armfuls of fruit.

"Come on Eight, grab some!"

Eight laughed and copied his actions.

However, they missed the hand that switched out Seven's basket for a different one.

"Now we just put the fruit here."

Seven stopped in his tracks when he couldn't put all the fruit in.

"What? That's not right."

He tried filling it up, but it acted as if it was a normal basket.

Eight's eyes flitted between the basket and Seven, confused by the whole situation.

"What happened to my basket? This shouldn't happen." Seven cried out, dropping it.

Eight sat next to him as he held his saddened friend.

"Does this mean I'm not lucky?"

"Oh no Seven, one little thing going wrong doesn't decide everything else."

"I hope you're right Eight.."

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Four held the stolen basket, looking towards the crying block.

"You all betrayed me, left me in the dark with something you should've told me, taking away my happiness. But now.. it's my turn."

Then he turned to go home, never looking back.