Woody sat down at a bench, he was exhausted for the past few days as he was constantly frightened at his phobias. He sighed in despair at the thought of life going on like this. "What's wrong, Woody?" Someone suddenly appeared behind him. "Blocky? Oh it's nothing, I'm just feeling a bit...stressed." Blocky was concerned. "You should rest woody, you seem to have been pretty tired lately." Woody looked down to the grassy floor. "I guess, maybe I will try right now." Woody laid his head down on the hard wood surface. "You shouldn't lay on that, you might strain your neck, lay on my shoulder instead." Woody blushed, he seemed hesitant but after a while he slowly laid his head on blocky. It felt comfier than it looked. "Thanks blocky, this makes me feel a lot better." Blocky blushed. "I'd do anything for you." Woody looked eyed blocky for a second but decided not to question it. After a while blocky and woody both fell asleep.
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Woody awakened, but he was somewhere else. Where am I? He realized he couldn't talk, he had tape over his mouth. "Oh, you're awake." Woody looked up, a familiar figure appeared in front of him. Blocky? He remembered he couldn't talk. "You just-" woody closed his eyes in fear. "Got pranked!" Huh? Woody though to himself. "For a prank put woody on horse tranquilizer and kidnap him. The reaction is so funny!" A sudden voice says that the program was brought by blocky's gay doings international.