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Knife puts on his coat and starts walking to the door. He's stopped by a hand grabbed his shoulder.

"Turn around Knife," It was just who he was trying to avoid, Silver Spoon.

Knife slowly turns around. Silver Spoon looks him up and down.

"No no no NO!" He shouts. "You're going on a date and you're in that!"

"My outfit is better for a date then your Alexander Hamilton looking ass," Knife give him a glance hoping he'll just let me go.

"Come here, I'm fixing you up," Silver Spoon grips Knife's wrist and begins to drag him to his room. Silver Spoon shoves Knife on his bed.

Knife begins to think of an escape plan, because it's the best you can do when your over-the-top brother is holding you hostage. While Silver Spoon is looking through his closet Knife slowly moves to the door. He stops for a second and looks over at his brother again. He was still looking for something. So with him distracted Knife books it to the door. Silver Spoon in an instant turns around.

"KNIFE!" Silver Spoon begins to chase Knife around the hotel. Silver Spoon catches up and grips on to Knife. "You are not going out like that!"

"Yes I am!"

"You look like a punk!"

"That's the point!"

Paper walks by looking at the two. This wasn’t their first time arguing. Paper and the others just accepted the fact that since they were brothers with completely different personalities, that fight would be the norm with them.

"Let me go!" Knife squirms in Silver Spoon's arms.

"No! I'm not letting you go out to a date wearing this!" Silver Spoon squeezes Knife tighter.

Knife bites Silver Spoon's arm. Silver Spoon (in absolute discuss) lets him go and cleans off his spit.

Knife runs to door finally freeing himself from his brother's terror. Knife finally gets to his date with Pickle and Fan.

"Look, there's Knife!" Fan yells.

"What took you so long?" Pickle asks.

"Silver Spoon" Knife sits down between the two.

"Oh," Pickle scutches next to Knife.

"That explains it, Silver Spoon wants everything to be fancy and proper," Fan explains.

"Oh trust me I know, he's my brother. Now pass me a sandwich," Knife reaches his hand out.

Fan chuckles and hands him one and the three begin to eat.

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Ballpoint Pen walks through the empty shimmering halls. He holds a stapled stack of paper within his hands. He did what he need, now was to report to the boss.

He knocks on the door. "Mr. Cobs, it's me, Mr. Pen. I'm back with the report you wished for,"

"Please, come in," Ballpoint Pen slowly opens the door. He approaches Cobs's desk, leaving a little space between him and Cobs.

"You got the report," Ballpoint Pen hands over the papers.

"Oh wow, you went into full detail here. I must say, this is why I aways considered you a good employee," Cobs compliments. "So, how was our phone gone rogue,"

"Very inconvenient. He tried making my 'favorite game' the challenge, then completely failing," Ballpoint Pen explains.

"What out our Mepad?" Cobs looks through the papers.

"Unfortunately, nowhere to be seen. I don't know where he could have put him. They're on a stranded island, so I have no clue where the might have hid him," Ballpoint Pen looks at Cobs, hoping he won't get mad.

"It's fine, I think he left it in his original show he left for that new show. Why put one show on pause for another one is beyond my idea," Cobs snarl.

"I simply think he's trying to escape us," Ballpoint Pen adds.

"Well, he should know he can't run forever. I know exactly what we need to get him," Cobs gets up from his chair. "Mr. Pen, you are by far my best employee. It's only fair I let you in on this," Cobs opens the door to his office. "Follow me,"

The begin to walk the building together. Cobs begins to take him to places he's never seen before. Which was very odd, considering the fact he's been working there for 5 years. They enter a door made of the most shiny metal.

"This is my workshop. All my major works are made in here. Including my newest one," Cobs explains.

The room was about two stories tall. It had shelves full of parts. Computers with coding. Most importantly, a table with a phone-like figure. However, it looked different from the rest. Cobs takes him right to the table.

"This is my newest project, MephoneX. With new and approved limbs. Sure to murder that traitor," Cobs moves out of the way letting Ballpoint Pen get a close look at it.

Cobs reaches out a hand. "I've already made a plan, now my question is, will you join me?"

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Accepting, something he knew he couldn't do.

When Mephone4 went to host season 3, Paper let the final 4 in the hotel. He even gave them a room and everything. Knife was set to be placed by himself. Apparently Oj and Paper decided who would be with who and concluded the Knife being roommates with someone would be a bad idea.

But, he wasn't upset about that. It was about something else, someone else. He would constantly hangout with Pickle. They started hanging out after season 1 ended. He felt like Pickle needed someone after Taco betrayed him, since no one really tried to help him, Knife helped him. The first few months were Knife trying to gain Pickle's trust, which he didn't blame him for being on edge, he did get betrayed by his only friend.

However, when Pickle did open up to him, Pickle became the sweetest guy he knew. From playing games with him to simply just talking to him. It's no wonder Knife fell in love. Just, he knew Pickle would probably never feel the same.

That's what upset him.

He fell onto his bed and cried into his pillow. He quickly stopped himself whenever someone walked by. He was used to this, he always hid his sadness. It made him feel weak. Plus with the dora doll gone, he had no comfort. His mind and himself were all alone together. Knife clutched the pillow sobbing harder.

This was how he would always be, alone. No one to hold him in their arms, let alone Pickle. He needed to get used to it. He needed to accept it. But his brain could never. It sent him in denial to only crash him back into reality. An endless loop making him only grieve more and more of the love that would never be.

All he heard was his sobs. His pathetic sobs. His sobs of a weak man who could never accept. He hated himself for it. He hated everyone for it. The lonely only saddened, angered, annoyed him more and more. The emotions jumbled as he never knew what to do with them. So he released them on the people he liked. Looked what happened with Paper back in season 1. The knowing that Paper would never care for him let those emotions out. But he never could do that to Pickle. He didn't want to make that mistake again. To only then be alone again. But every single time he knew his love would never be, he only felt sadness. No anger or annoyance, just sadness. It was probably the empty feeling of rejection hitting him. The grievance of his acceptance. That's what left him shattered on his bed.

Suddenly he hears the door knock.

"Knife! You ok in there?!" It was exactly what he feared. Not only was it someone who heard his crys, but it was Pickle of all people.

Knife froze. He just wanted to burst out him tears and cry in Pickle's arms, but his body didn't let him. All he could do was sit there with his pillow in hand. He heard a knock once more.

"Knife!"

Knife could hear his pulse. A jumble of words filled his head on what to do, run, hide, ignore, jump out the window, escape.

All of them came to a stop when Pickle turned the nob of his door, which he had forgotten to lock. Pickle stood right in his doorway greeted by a mentally recked man.

Knife tried to form words, but none would come out. He finally got caught. Someone finally saw Knife for what he truly was, weak.

Knife couldn't hold it no more. He finally broke. Tears began to run down his face as the one man he loved watches. It only sent more thoughts through his head.

"You think he'll love you know?" "This is all your fault know," "God you're pathetic," "You're just making yourself look stupid," "You really think he wants to put up with this?" "He's judging you," "You look weak," It all drowned his mind.

"Knife, Knife, listen to me. It's ok, you can talk to me," Pickle wiped away Knife's tears on his left cheek.

Knife didn't know why but, it comforted him. Before Pickle could put his hand down Knife grabbed it and put it back on his cheek. Pickle let it rest there as Knife fell for his touch. Suddenly Knife pulled away from him.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" Knife moved away from Pickle. He realized how much of a fool he made himself. He was an idiot.

Pickle moves backs next to him. Pickle puts his hand back Knife's cheek. He grabs Knife's hand and puts it on his cheek too. "There's no need to apologize, ok. This is clearly helping you, so I'll let you do it,"

Knife sat there for a few seconds trying to think of what to say. "Thank you,"

"Are you ok? I heard you crying and had to make sure you were ok," Pickle whispered.

"I don't really want to say," Knife muttered.

"Ok, but if you need to vent then I'm right here for you," Pickle comforted.

Knife wanted to say it. He wanted to say "I love you". But he knew it could destroy what he had with him.

"I want to say, but..." Knife paused

"But what?"

"I feel like, I don't know, you'll end up hating me for it," Knife just hoped Pickle knew what he ment.

"Knife, you're my best friend, you can tell me anything. I won't hate you for it. I promise," Pickle grabbed onto Knife's hand.

Knife pause for a minute. Deciding whether this was a good idea or not. But it was too late to back away, so he had to shoot his shot.

"Pickle, you've been a very good friend of mine. You've made me feel a way a hate feeling," Knife explained.

"Which is what?" Pickle asked concerned.

"I... I love you," Knife looked Pickle right in the eyes fearing what he'd say next.

Pickle pulled Knife close to him, making eye to eye. "I love you too,"

Knife's face turned into a huge smile. Without thinking, Knife moved closer to Pickle, making their lips touch. However, it was Pickle who turned it into a kiss. The two sat there in each other's arms, feeling their warmth. The slowly moved away.

"I love you babe," Pickle whispered.

Knife sat there, not knowing how to feel about the kickname. But he knew one thing, he was loved. At least by one person. But that's all that mattered. That one person loved him. That one person, was Pickle.

"I love you too honey,"