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This human is using me again. I think she's using me to color something in, something like what she calls a... cl-over? I guess. Well, that is my purpose, after all. It feels like it has four leaves because she's using me four times.
Oh... now I'm being put back into the box with the other crayons. Goodbye, "four-leaf clover" drawing...
"Hey guys, howya doing?" I ask.
Purple seems to look at me--hard to tell, the box is pretty dark, so I can't really see which way Purple's rotated--and says "Good, Green. Great. Great-tastic, even amazing. We've, which I mean by me, Yellow, Blue, Red, Orange, Pink, Black, White, and Grey have been sitting in a dark crayon box for over 5 minutes while that human up there keeps taking you out of the box."
I laugh sheepishly, spinning around. "Oh. Sorry guys."
Orange shifts, clearly aggravated with the subtle anger being prompted within the box. "Hey, we all have important roles to play! Even though Green is being used constantly, we still--"
I didn't get to hear the rest of what Orange had to say as I was pulled out of the box again.
The human was using me to color what felt like grass. Because she's done this so many times, I ended up figuring out what going up and down vertically-ish meant. After a few minutes of being violently scrubbed against a white, now turning green, sheet of paper, I am placed back into the box.
"Well," Orange continues, "as I was SAYING, we all have an important role to play! Like yo--"
Blue was pulled out of the box.
"OH MY COLORS." Orange yells. "CAN'T A LITTLE CRAYON GET SOME LECTURE PEACE?"
Yellow rolls over to Orange. "It's okay! Blue'll come back!" Yellow is always like that. So chipper.
Yellow's happiness always makes us other crayons happy, especially me, Blue, Yellow, and Red, so we start to cheer up instead of getting angrier.
"Yeah, Blue will come back." Red says. Red sighs and rotates to face me. "Hey, what's it like up there?"
"Oh, up there where the human is? Well, it's really loud. I think that's the sound of other humans talking."
"Ah. No wonder it sounds like a bajillion crayons are yelling at each other." Purple sighs.
"Humans are loud things, aren't they, Green?" Pink asks. I tilt forward in response.
"Well... going back to what I was saying, all of us can take care of each other! When one of us breaks our tip, the humans can use two of us to make that missing color!" Yellow beams.
"Hm? What do you mean by that, Yellow?" White asks. White is always the one that inquires, helping us understand our purpose. White also reminds us of our very being and why we're so important to the coloring world.
Black finally rolls out of the shadows. "White, you've said this a crazy amount of times. We really don't have to go through this again." Black groans.
"But I do, Black! Us crayons need to remember our purpose so we don't crack trying to remember." White tilts forward.
"Ughh.. fine. You have fun teaching the children." Black retreats back into the shadows.
"Gee... Papa doesn't have to be so negative..." Grey says, mainly towards White.
"I know, I know, but you learn from him, okay, Grey?"
Grey spins.
In the meantime, Pink is twisting back and forth frantically.
"Yes, Pink?" White asks.
"When Yellow mentioned combining colors to substitute for missing ones, I understand! For instance, in the human world, blue and red create purple, like the colors, not us, the crayons."
"Correct. What else, Green?"
"Uhm.." I spin around nervously. "Well, it's like Pink said. If I break my tip, Yellow and Blue are there to cover me."
"Great! Exactly." White says.
While White goes on about a monologue about our purposes, I sigh and lean against the cardboard box.
We are important to the world of color, aren't we.