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No requests so I came up with this in my freetime. Hope you guys don't mind. This is humanized by the way.

"Hey guys, Blocky here.."

Woody smiled brightly, peering through the lense of the camera.

The two sat outside in a sort of, restaurant type environment.

Blocky pulled out a whoopee cushion, and Woody chuckled.

He loved when Blocky did something he enjoyed and show his genuine happiness.

Especially now that he doesn't harm anyone with his pranks. (At least not physically.)

Blocky seemed to freeze in place after hearing the sound, and Woody lowered the camera a bit, a worried look forming on his face.

"Blocky? What happened?" He ended the recording, beginning to put his camera in its case.

Blocky opened his mouth and attempted to speak, but nothing came out except for a small squeak from the back of his throat.

"Hey you're.. You're red." Woody got up and walked over to the other, raising a hand to his forehead.

Blocky laughed nervously and gently moved Woody's hand away.

"Uh, haHA.. yeah my hair is red, and so is my shirt. I'm Blocky.. kinda my color."

Woody frowned, crossing his arms.

"Blocky, if you're not feeling well you should tell me! You've.. been acting strange recently."

Blocky clenched his fists, looking away shyly.

"C'mon, you're still doing it!"

Woody snatched the others hand, pulling him away.

Blocky seemed to tense up at the contact, but followed him anyways.

"We're going home.. you need some rest." Woody muttered.

"Wha?-- Woody, I'm fine, let's finish recording the video!-"

Woody stopped and turned back to Blocky.

"Blocky, I know somethings up.. if you're not comfortable telling me that's fine, but please. Let me take care of you, just for now."

Blocky seemed to freeze up again, and his face flushed red.

"O..oh.. I, yeah, sure.." he whispered.

Woody frowned again, and started tugging his arm lightly.

"..let's go."

one uber ride home

Woody opened the door, letting Blocky inside first.

Blocky's mind raced.

"Hungry?" Woody asked quietly, shutting the door behind him.

Blocky thought.

"How about some uh.. peanut butter and jelly?" He smiled awkwardly, still looking away from Woody.

"Alrighty!" Woody slipped off his shoes, put his briefcase down, and skipped off to the kitchen.

..back to Blocky.

He had gone to sit in the living room.

His stomach churned..

His palms were sweaty..

He just felt hot in general.

No, he wasn't sick or anything, he was just feeling something he hadn't felt before.