Why Won't They Tell Me?

Arguments, Arguments Everywhere..

"Can you stay?"

"Don't make me.."

"I want you to stay."

"It's dangerous."

"Please stay. I can't be alone.... not after what just happened.."

Thirteen groaned, "Fine, I'll consider it, but we're rolling for odds and evens with a dice!"

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Twenty stared at the wall, lost in thought.

He'd snuck out of his room soon after Twenty-three left, heading for an open space.

He was really distracted on his way there, however, and accidentally made Six stub her foot on the wall.

Twenty had quickly apologized and fled before anyone could question.

He sat alone in his bedroom once more, despising the loneliness.

Like Two, Twenty absolutely loved others. His main mission being making friends, and dancing.

But here, he couldn't dance, he had no friends right now.

He only had his cane that he's carried around ever since he existed.

"Things always seem to go in a circle.. Start off with no friends... Gain lots of friends.. Then loose all the friends.."

Twenty shuffled to the doorway, hearing a thump from somewhere down the hall.

"No the other way- No, turn around! Not all the way around, you're still facing the wall!"

A frustrated yell pierced the corridor.

"I'm never going to walk on my own again!"

"Sure you will, you just have to learn."

"You don't know that.."

"I don't, but I believe in you, now follow my voice Twenty-eight. You can make it!"

Twenty stuck his head out and saw Twenty-seven holding out her arms, as if she was ready to catch a child.

Twenty-eight hit another wall, sitting down hard and yelling again.

"Just listen for my voice, stop trying to use your eyes."

"B-but I need them.."

Twenty emerged from his hiding place, tapping his cane on the ground.

"Twenty-eight?"

She stopped feeling around, grasping Twenty's arm.

"It's Twenty, here's my cane.. you can use it to tap your way around."

"Tap your way around?"

"You're smart Twenty-eight. Figure it out. I know you can." He helped her up and stepped back.

"Th-this is yours.."

"You need it more than I do right now." Twenty smiled.

Twenty-seven grabbed his arm on his way back to his room.

"Wh...huh?"

"Thanks, you did her a favor.."

"Anything to help another. Now I'm tired," He fake-yawned, "I'm going back to bed. Goodnight my friends."

Twenty-seven didn't release him.

"Erhm...Twenty-seven? Are you alright?" He tried to pull from the super-cube's grip, but to no avail.

"You're not going anywhere."

"Why?" He warily asked.

"You don't have your weapon, you are weak, vulnerable, tired, you cannot escape us now."