Seven went home carrying his basket, solemnly mourning the loss of its luckiness.
"Maybe if I didn't show Eight, I wouldn't have had to lose it.."
Opening and closing the door, he placed the item on the shelf, and went to make sure everything in his house was in place.
"Hmmm, cabinets are in place, doors locked, windows closed.."
He turned to see his room door looking darker than usual, dismissing it, he opened it and tried to turn on the lights, but they refused to light up.
"So.. I have to sleep in the dark? Maybe I can turn my night light on, maybe that'll work."
He barely got five steps in before starting to shake.
"It's r-reallly cold in here.. j-just a c-couple more.." He felt like he needed to turn back, "Brr, I don't- I don't think th-that it works anyway."
Turning around to get out of the cold dark room, he felt something grab his arm and pull it back, "He-hey! What's g-going on?!"
More things wrapped around his body, attempting to drag him back.
"H-Help! Eight!? Somebody, anybody!"
More tentacles of pure darkness coiled themselves on his arms and body.
"Please! I- I'm trapped! I- I can't get free!"
Seven could only cry and beg for help as his figure was completely enveloped by darkness.
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Why Won't They Tell Me?
AdventureEveryone knew all along that Four was the Terrible Twos, but the square himself didn't. Ever since the first night, everyone agreed not to say a word to him about it. But what if he found out in a way that wasn't meant to happen? What if he felt bet...
