They the Wubbox : Rewritten

[Chapter 30]

"You'll have to be more careful next time, alright? If you get hurt again, I'm not going to help you. This is getting ridiculous." Wubbox said sternly, placing the small, plastic, medical bag back down on the table beside him.

"I'm really sorry, dad.." Pixolotl lowered its head in shame. "I just-"

"You like fighting and roughhousing, I know. Now just go to bed, all three of you."
Dermit, Pixolotl, and Uuduck stood up, and walked back outside, to the hall and out onto the island. Everyone was out and playing around, but Spot–rare whajje–and Thorn–rare creepuscule– were being watched by Screemu and Petite.
Rooloo also wasn't there, as not too long before, they had set up a distraction to sneak Rooloo out to his friends, and it worked almost overwhelmingly well. Wubbox didn't even plan going outside that day actually, so they probably didn't even have to do it. He hadn't been completely the same since whatever event he went to, and refused to answer questions about why he was cracked, and had a scar under his eye. All he said was that he and his brothers had fought other things.
"Creepuscule, what time is it?" Dermit asked her, but she didn't reply, already fast asleep despite the loudness of everyone outside.

"I know what time it is," Pixoltl spoke out, having Dermit look over, "It's time to sleep, that's what." it then turned around, and started to head back to the building with a few others who decided it was time to sleep.
Dermit walked over to Screemu, who was lecturing Spot and Thorn about something. Despite Thorn not having legs or arms to fight with, he would be good at fighting. Unlike Creepuscule, he was able to hop around. Perhaps it was because Thorn was still small, and wasn't as heavy as her yet.
Spot was pretty much like Whajje, but would only fight if he was provoked, like Dwumrhol.
Screemu looked up when he saw Dermit approaching. "Are they fighting again?" He asked.

"No, instead Thorn called Spot a bad word, and Spot called him one back. I'm starting to think dad is becoming a bad influence on them." They replied with sas.

"Well, at least they are able to sleep in their rooms now."

"Thank god." They sighed.
Screemu then picked up Spot, and Dermit took Thorn. Petite had been taken away by Bona just a few minutes earlier.
They began to head inside, but then Blipsqueak stepped out.
"Blip, what are you doing? I thought you were asleep." Dermit asked.

"Oh, I'm going outside for some air before I actually go to sleep. I was there with Thwok for a while. Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course." They replied.

"RIght. Well, see you in the morning." Dermit said as he smiled.

"Bye bye!" Screemu smiled as well.

Blipsqueak kept the door open for them until they got inside, then they sat down on the ground by the building, taking in the scene as they felt the nice, cool breeze upon them.
they didn't know how long they had sat out there while they thought, and they thought a lot, but they were taken from that at the sound of the door opening. After waiting a moment, it was Grader who walked out. It had its arms around its shoulders, and seemed somewhat sad about something.
Blipsqueak stood up, and walked over to it.
"Grader? Are you alright?" They asked.

"Oh, yes, I'm fine.." Grader replied, looking at them for a moment before looking away again.

"Are you sure? You look like a critter with its tail between its legs. Did someone yell at you?"

"I'm just great, truly. I just came out to get some air away from the others. Now, why did you come over here with me?"

"...Grader, listen," Blipsqueak sighed, "I think you're alright, but I also have my own problems with you...I think you're just odd. You act in a cheerful manner to everyone, and to me, you're just absent, like I'm the only one you can't see. Since you've come here, I've seen how odd you are. Others may not see it, but I can't see you in any other way. I never knew why I felt this way with you, but...I think I just need to get this off my chest so you'll reassure me it's not true."
Grader looked at them rather surprisingly, as if he were not expecting that answer.