Why Won't They Tell Me?

Previously On This Story:

Seven picked up yet another flower, setting it upright in the dirt, smiling as it reattached itself to the ground and bloomed.

He was sitting in a peaceful meadow, flower petals wafting through the air.

The place was so quiet, nobody was here to distract him, no problems were here, he didn't even care if his luckiness wasn't there at all, he felt content.

He could stay forever.

But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, the wind picked up, sweeping the grass, the flowers, the trees, everything off the ground, leaving a hard, crusty, dead expanse of land.

Seven reached out for the dream, hoping that he could go back to where he felt at peace, but soon, the wind had reached him too, turning him to stone.

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The lucky block awoke in his room.

The same spot he's been in for days.

The darkness had dragged him backwards, and held him still as he turned black, the rainbow that defined him slowly disappearing and leaving behind a shell of who he once was.

Nine was right, it was nice being so many different colors.

All he could do is stand there, not smile, not talk, not cry, just absolute silence 24/7.

He missed his friends, he barely remembered what they looked like, the memory of them was all but a blur, and he could never see their faces no matter how hard he tried.

He very vaguely remembered Eight's, he was the last block he saw before.. this..

He hoped Eight was safe.

He hoped he'd get out of here.

He hoped he'd see his friends again.

Just anything but this..

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Four sat at the couch, kicking his feet back and forth.

The Terrible Twos had told him to stay here as they went to the surface to find out what happened, and that they'd be back in an hour.

Four was bored without them and had nothing better to do, so he decided singing would have to suffice for now.

"10 green bottles, hanging on the wall.."

He liked this song, it helped him remember the times when he could laugh with his friends.

Four shook his head.

Right, they weren't friends anymore.

"10 green bottles, hanging on the wall. But if 1 green bottle, should accidentally fall, there'd be 9 green bottles, hanging on the wall.."

Why Ten decided it was a good idea to hang glass bottles was beyond him.

"9 green bottles, safely on the floor. 9 green bottles, safely on the floor. But if 1 green bottle, becomes a dinosaur."

He giggled, Nine had gotten so scared, he had sneezed.

"There'll be 8 green bottles not safe on the floor."

Eight had pulled a box from nowhere, and shoved 8 different bottles in it. He still wouldn't tell Four if he'd taken one of his nearby ones.

'Like he wouldn't tell me if I was a problem and a bother to him..' he thought bitterly.

"8 green bottles, hiding in a box. 8 green bottles, hiding in a box. But if 1 green bottle, is stolen by a fox, there'll be 7 green bottles, hiding in a box."