Blocky was used to being a third wheel. He had helped Woody find Teardrop, and Pen and Eraser were his best friends, so whenever he asked Woody or the other couple if they could hang out, they always said no. Blocky began to worry about his own social life. Maybe it was about time he found a partner. But all he had known was pranks. He knew nothing about romance. At all. Although he did have a target...
Blocky's POV
The worst prank I've ever done was pretty damn brutal. It was on Pencil. That brat deserved every second of it. I got Pen to perform this, because it would be weird if anyone other than her sibling did this, but he came out of her room having done it successfully. So then I had all the power. Whenever I wanted, I could turn it on, and watch the chaos unfold. But I waited. She didn't notice a thing, which in a way was sort of lucky. Her date with Match was at five. At this point, even Pen said I was going too far, but that didn't stop me. As soon as I saw them meet up, I turned the vibrator on. I watched on as she tried to ignore it, but really, it did not work.
Anyways, I've gone a bit off topic here. What I've been meaning to say is that there is only one person that I have never played a prank on. Taco. Literally, everyone else has been victim of my pranks. I've lit Match on fire, popped Bubble for god knows how many times, unfolded Foldy and ripped her up, melted Coiny, Pin and Needle using Firey, then extinguished him with TD, and played an actual game of tennis with Tennis Ball. But Taco always been kind of sister to me, telling me what to do, while still having a killer sense of humor, and I have returned the favour by not prancing her. Ever. And I know I'm normally not the type of guy who would be soft like this, and I swear I'm not, but Taco is the only ever exception. She is perfect. Too perfect, even. I've liked her for quite a while now, and I've decided that today is the day that I confess. I'm not good with romance, but it's worth a shot. She'll understand. I hope.
Third Person:
Blocky walks up to Taco with a bottle. He says, "If you land this, I'll give you a reward."
"OK... what's the catch?"
"There is no catch. Just flip it, and if it lands, you'll get a reward."
"I have a feeling there is a catch."
"Are you scared?"
"Yes. Very scared about the 'catch'."
"I'm telling you, there is no catch!"
"There is, isn't there?"
"Fine... yes. But it is not bad. At all."
"You promise? Because after the confetti prank, Woody would not come out for days. I literally had to carry him out."
"No. And that was meant for you! But just do it."
"Fine. But I will get you back if this is a prank."
She flips it, and it actually lands. The next Dude Perfect has arrived.
"No way! What do I get!" she yells.
"This." Blocky hands her an envelope. She opens it, bracing for the confetti, just in case. But it is just a normal piece of paper. She pulls it out, and it reads, 'Will you go out with me?' she looks up to reply, but he is gone. She notices an additional note in the corner, which says, 'slide your reply under my door, in case you reject me and I can't face you." Taco smiles again, for she has never seen this side of Blocky before. This was something she could get used to.
Blocky had waited for twenty minutes, with no reply from Taco. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be. But suddenly he could hear footsteps, and he could also see a shadow from behind his door, and a piece of paper slid under. "Oh boy. This is it," he mumbles under his breath. He carefully unfolds it, revealing a message: 'Yes, but only if you promise not to do what you did to Pencil to me." Blocky chuckled. There would be no problem with that at all.
