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~*Chapter 3*~
Numbah 3 happily skipped through the mall accompanied by Number 2. A few days had passed, and it was now January 25, only four days left until Number 3's birthday. Each of the KND and TND had a special task to perform so that the party could be all it was meant to be. They each had to get a present, obviously. Numbah 5 and Number 4 were in charge of decorations. Numbah 2 and Number 5 had to get the entertainment. Numbah 4 and Numbah 1 took care of food. Since Number 1 had taken care of the cake, she made sure that Number 3 had no clue about what was going on. Oh yeah, the cake. Numbah 3 called the bakery just like Number 1 instructed and got a cake organized. She was completely oblivious to Number 1's plan. What was Number 1's plan exactly? That was for her to know and the team to find out and, hopefully, never know it was hers.
Number 2 and Numbah 3 stopped in front of a toy store.
"What types of things do teenage boys like?" Numbah 3 asked, scratching her head.
"That's hard to say," Number 2 replied. "Number 3 can be really unpredictable about what he likes. Two days ago, he was playing football in his backyard, and then he went and joined the science club at school!"
"Freaky!" Numbah 3 exclaimed, cringing back.
"I know. That's why it's always hard to pick out a present for him."
"Is that what the, um, 'growing up' is?"
"Well, yeah, but don't say that around him," Number 2 suggested. "It's bad enough he and Number 1 are the oldest of our team. Number 1'll be fourteen in February. So, since they're the oldest, they're really prone to mood swings."
"What are those?"
"I'll tell you when you're twelve."
Numbah 3 shrugged and the two operatives skipped the toy store and walked across the side of the mall to the video game store. They walked inside and started looking at all the games lining the walls. Number 2 looked in the PlayStation 2 section while Numbah 3 skipped to the Gamecube section.
Back at the TND tree house, Number 1 stayed buried under the covers of her bed. Her clock read 4:21 in the afternoon. She knew she had homework to do, a lot of it. Most of it was studying for mid-terms coming up a little later in February. Right now, she was just feeling her guilty conscience eating away at her soul. She knew what she had done. She had summoned one to destroy something so dear to her. She couldn't change or fix that, though she was having qualms about what she had done.
"I did the right thing, right?" she asked herself. "I mean, something's wrong in a place of time and space. The party's the problem, right?"
Questions with no answers buzzed in Number 1's head, making her brain hurt. Tiny tears fell down her pale cheeks. What she had done was wrong. Nothing could make it right. She knew, no matter how much she cried, that she couldn't change anything. She could do nothing to change anything. Number 3's party was on Sunday, January 29, and the cake was all set. It was too late to cancel, too. Number 1 sighed. It was so hard to be a teenager.
Number 1 sat up on her bed letting the sheets fall off her onto the mattress.
"Get a hold of yourself, Number1. You've ruined this and now you have to live with it. No amount of crying is going to change the horrible thing you did. Stop acting like an idiot."
The teenage girl went to do her homework.
Downstairs in the study room, Number 1 was having a hard time focusing on her notes. Her mind was troubled with two things. One, she hired a Teens Next Door villain to destroy one that meant so much to her, and two, she had cursed at one of her best friends. She knew she shouldn't have said what she said to Number 8. She just sort of did.
"Holy crud. Nothing makes sense anymore!" she shouted, pounding her fists on the table. "I hate growing up! I hate being a teenager! I hate this stupid life!"
There was nothing else for Number 1 to say. She slammed her forehead down on her math notes and sobbed.
She just sobbed.
A few days passed. The calendar read January 29, Number 3's birthday. Up in his room, Number 3 sat in a corner of his wrestling ring, thinking about the day. He knew what was going to happen. Everyone was going to be all nice to him so that he wouldn't feel bad about getting older. He looked to his clock sitting on his nightstand. It read 10:53 in the morning. Number 3 sighed and stood up. He rubbed his eyes and walked out of his ring and towards his door.
He touched the knob, but he didn't open the door. Someone else did, and that let Number 3 go splat against the wall.
"GOOD MORNING, NUMBER 3!!!" Numbah 3 cheered. She stopped and scanned the room. "Number 3?"
"Behind the door."
"Oh, ha ha! I knew that!"
Numbah 3 walked inside the room and moved the door so that Number 3 could step out and breathe without the door in his way.
"So?"
"So what?"
"Happy birthday!" Numbah 3 squealed.
"Um, yeah. Happy birthday to me." Number 3 gave in and sighed.
"What time were you born, Number 3?"
"Oh, God, I don't know!" Number 3 snapped.
"Okay! Just asking!" Numbah 3 exclaimed, smiling sweetly. There was an extremely long pause.
"Psst! Hey!" Number 4 whispered from outside in the hallway.
"Hi, Number 4!" Numbah 3 greeted. "Did you want to wish Number 3 a happy birthday, too?"
"Um, yes, but remember?" Number 4 hinted.
"Oh yeah!" Numbah 3 realized. She turned and looked at Number 3. "Number 4 says that you need to go to the candy store."
"But we were there just last week."
"Number 1 had one of those chocolate craving things."
"Oh, I get it. Alright, I've got money. Be back soon."
Number 3 left the tree house and started walking down the street. In the hallway, Number 4 scowled at Numbah 3.
"Remind me to never hire you to get someone out of the tree house ever again," she ordered.
"Could you remind me to remind you?"
Number 4 shook her head and left to blow up some balloons.
While Number 3 was walking down the street, a strange thought raged in his head.
Flashback
"Wait, Guys!" Number 1 shouted, flailing her flashlight in the air. "You haven't even heard the next part of the legend yet!"
"Number 1, that legend is totally false," Number 5 snapped. "Now, I think we'll be able to fix this and get a little bit of electricity back if we just go into the baseme-"
"SIT!!!" Yes, this is the old, very bad Number 1 we're talking about. The rest of the TND obeyed, knowing that if they didn't, Number 1 would blow a circuit.
"Anyway," Number 1 continued, "the boy walked back to his little home in his village after his meeting with the harsh ruler. He was completely unaware of what was going to happen. 'It's just a lie," he told himself. 'There's no way a curse could be upon me.' Oh, God was he wrong! That night, something happened. No one's really sure what it was. It was just pure evil. It dove into the boy's body, leaving him sweating and breathing hard throughout the rest of the night."
"The next morning, the boy sat down to breakfast. He was completely silent. His parents and his younger sisters noticed this, and they were very worried. He just didn't seem to be his bright, cheery, charming self. 'Are you okay?' the mother asked. 'Your birthday's today, you know.' It was a special birthday, too. The boy turned fourteen."
"Out in the village, everybody else noticed the boy and his little attitude problem he was having that day. They all just thought it was bad luck, but then the mood lasted for a few days, then a few weeks, then a few months, and then a few years. The harsh ruler smiled down at the monster she created. Without any warning, she stole him away from the earth and brought him to her home planet. There, the boy was forced to forever be a slave to the harsh ruler along side the young woman she had kidnapped. 'Why did you bring me here?' he asked stubbornly. 'You lost your gift of charm at the age of fourteen!' the leader exclaimed. 'May all of your descendents be cursed the same!'"
"Number 1," Number 2 began, "what does a legend like that have to do with a tree house losing power?"
"I don't know," Number 1 explained. "Sometimes I just got to talk."
End Flashback
Number 3 didn't notice the street lamp he crashed into.
Back at the tree house, the entire place looked absolutely gorgeous. It was covered in streamers flying everywhere. The balloons were filled and bobbing in the gentle wind. The backyard was bathed in bright sunlight as the TND and KND ran all over the place putting on some last minute touch- ups. A giant portable stereo sat on one side of the yard with a dance floor placed on the grass. Chips, pretzels, cheese doodles, and caffeine-rich soda lined the table covered in a green tablecloth. A giant chocolate cake with bright pink frosting sat in the middle, looking totally innocent. The only problem was that it wasn't, it really wasn't.
"Is everything ready?" Numbah 1 asked. "Decorations?"
"Perfectly in place, Numbah 1." Numbah 5 replied.
"Entertainment?"
"Up, running, and fully functional," Numbah 2 announced.
"Food?"
"Perfectly laid out, Numbah 1," Numbah 4 confirmed.
"Cake?"
"All set!" Numbah 3 cried, saluting her leader.
"Alright team," Numbah 1 said, "it's Number 3's fourteenth birthday. Let's make it the best one he'll ever have in his entire adolescent life!"
The KND and TND cheered. That is, all but Number 1. She sat on the sidewalk, watching for Number 3. She stared down at the cement and started picking at a loose nylon thread from her black tights. She couldn't help but sulk at all of this. Eventually, the team would find out about what she did.
Number 1's head jolted up when she her acute hearing picked up a tiny sound.
"He's coming!"
Everybody ran all over the place, looking for a good hiding spot. Numbah 2, Numbah 5, and Number 4 hid behind the giant stereo. Numbah 4, Number 2, and Numbah 1 squished themselves underneath the table. Number 5 stood behind giant balloon displays. Numbah 3 crouched behind the table. Number 1 sighed and walked down the street to greet Number 3.
"Hey," she called.
"Hi," Number 3 said back, "I got the chocolate you and Number 4 wanted me to get."
"Neat, let's go eat it."
Number 1 led Number 3 towards the backyard. She opened up the back fence and let him walk in first.
"SURPRISE!!!" everybody shouted, jumping from their hiding spots, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NUMBER 3!!!"
About a million things passed through Number 3's mind, but they went in through one ear and out the other. For the longest moment in history, he was silent. The KND were silent. The TND were silent. No breath was heard. No heartbeats were heard. Nobody moved. The world stood still.
"Oh, my," Number 3 whispered.
"Do you like it?" Numbah 3 asked. "I thought it would be a great idea to throw you a surprise birthday party!"
"Wrong subject," Numbah 1 mumbled.
Number 3 dropped his bag of candy. Chocolates scrambled all over the lawn. Number 3 shook; his eyes twitched. He ran inside the tree house, not wanting anything more to do with the world.
"What's his problem?" Number 4 asked. "It's not like Number 86 was here or something."
"That would have made the situation the cruddiest little thing on the planet," Number 5 announced.
"This really sucks," Number 2 agreed.
Number 1 burst into tears. Numbah 3 could feel her anger rising inside of her, eliminating all happy and cheery things about her.
"I work my butt off for a week and this is how I get repaid?!" she screamed, and she stormed off in search of her teenage counterpart.
Numbah 3 slammed open the door to Number 3's room of the tree house.
"DANIEL TRIPLETS!!!" she shouted. Number 3 brought his head up from his pillow and stared her in the eyes.
"How'd you know my full name?" he asked.
"I wanted to make you happy with a party! I thought all teenagers loved parties!"
"You didn't answer my other question."
"I don't care! I want you to tell me why you hated this party!" Numbah 3 commanded.
"I can't," Number 3 explained.
"Why?"
"I just can't!"
"Tell me!"
"There is no way in a million years that I can tell you what's been bugging me!" Number 3 screamed, putting up a fight. He walked straight up to Numbah 3, making her cower like a tiny kitten. "You don't understand! Nobody understands! Even if I told you and explained it the best I could, you still wouldn't understand!"
"Try me."
"Go to hell!" Number 3 shouted, getting extremely angry. He grabbed Numbah 3 by her shirt collar and tossed her to the other side of the room into a pile of wood. After a few moments of silence, Numbah 3 emerged, tears filling her eyes. Number 3, feeling something of satisfaction, walked over to the door and went to open it. Before he could, he heard something. It was a tune like one you'd hear at an old carnival. It confused Number 3, but then the strange tune turned into depressing music. Numbah 3 started to sing to it.
--Now, don't just walk away pretending everything's okay and you don't care about me. And I know it's just no use when all your lies become your truths and I don't care.--
--Could you look me in the eye and tell me that you're happy now? Would you tell it to my face or have I been erased? Are you happy now? Are you happy now?--
--You took all there was to take and left me with an empty plate, and you don't care about it. And I've given up this game and leaving you with all the blame 'cause I don't care.--
--Could you look me in the eye and tell me that you're happy now? Would you tell it to my face or have I been erased? Are you happy now? Are you happy now?--
Numbah 3 walked over to Number 3 and stared him in the eyes.
--Do you really have everything you want? You can never give somethin' you ain't got! You can't run away from yourself. Could you look me in the eye and tell me that you're happy now?--
Numbah 3 turned for a second. When she faced Number 3 again, her eyes were flaming (like the way they did in LICE).
--Come on. Tell it to my face or have I been replaced? Are you happy now? Are you happy now? Would you look me in the eye? Could you look me in the eye? I've had all that I can take, I'm not about to break. Are you happy now? Are you happy now?--
Numbah 3 stopped singing. She and her counterpart stared at each other. They were both defeated.
"Kuki Sanban," Number 3 began, "shut up."
Number 3 opened the door and walked out of his room. He slammed it shut behind him, leaving Numbah 3 to cry in the middle of the floor. She was covered in splinters and scratches, but the pain she felt in her soul hurt way worse.
She forgot about that when she heard something explode and Number 3 scream.
~*End of Chapter Three*~
Number 1: *screaming* ANY PERSON THAT READS ANY OF THE STORIES IN THE TEENS NEXT DOOR SERIES SHOULD REALLY REVIEW PLEASE!!! YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE THE AUTHOR MAD IF YOU DON'T REVIEW!!!
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Random audience member: Review the story?
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~*Chapter 3*~
Numbah 3 happily skipped through the mall accompanied by Number 2. A few days had passed, and it was now January 25, only four days left until Number 3's birthday. Each of the KND and TND had a special task to perform so that the party could be all it was meant to be. They each had to get a present, obviously. Numbah 5 and Number 4 were in charge of decorations. Numbah 2 and Number 5 had to get the entertainment. Numbah 4 and Numbah 1 took care of food. Since Number 1 had taken care of the cake, she made sure that Number 3 had no clue about what was going on. Oh yeah, the cake. Numbah 3 called the bakery just like Number 1 instructed and got a cake organized. She was completely oblivious to Number 1's plan. What was Number 1's plan exactly? That was for her to know and the team to find out and, hopefully, never know it was hers.
Number 2 and Numbah 3 stopped in front of a toy store.
"What types of things do teenage boys like?" Numbah 3 asked, scratching her head.
"That's hard to say," Number 2 replied. "Number 3 can be really unpredictable about what he likes. Two days ago, he was playing football in his backyard, and then he went and joined the science club at school!"
"Freaky!" Numbah 3 exclaimed, cringing back.
"I know. That's why it's always hard to pick out a present for him."
"Is that what the, um, 'growing up' is?"
"Well, yeah, but don't say that around him," Number 2 suggested. "It's bad enough he and Number 1 are the oldest of our team. Number 1'll be fourteen in February. So, since they're the oldest, they're really prone to mood swings."
"What are those?"
"I'll tell you when you're twelve."
Numbah 3 shrugged and the two operatives skipped the toy store and walked across the side of the mall to the video game store. They walked inside and started looking at all the games lining the walls. Number 2 looked in the PlayStation 2 section while Numbah 3 skipped to the Gamecube section.
Back at the TND tree house, Number 1 stayed buried under the covers of her bed. Her clock read 4:21 in the afternoon. She knew she had homework to do, a lot of it. Most of it was studying for mid-terms coming up a little later in February. Right now, she was just feeling her guilty conscience eating away at her soul. She knew what she had done. She had summoned one to destroy something so dear to her. She couldn't change or fix that, though she was having qualms about what she had done.
"I did the right thing, right?" she asked herself. "I mean, something's wrong in a place of time and space. The party's the problem, right?"
Questions with no answers buzzed in Number 1's head, making her brain hurt. Tiny tears fell down her pale cheeks. What she had done was wrong. Nothing could make it right. She knew, no matter how much she cried, that she couldn't change anything. She could do nothing to change anything. Number 3's party was on Sunday, January 29, and the cake was all set. It was too late to cancel, too. Number 1 sighed. It was so hard to be a teenager.
Number 1 sat up on her bed letting the sheets fall off her onto the mattress.
"Get a hold of yourself, Number1. You've ruined this and now you have to live with it. No amount of crying is going to change the horrible thing you did. Stop acting like an idiot."
The teenage girl went to do her homework.
Downstairs in the study room, Number 1 was having a hard time focusing on her notes. Her mind was troubled with two things. One, she hired a Teens Next Door villain to destroy one that meant so much to her, and two, she had cursed at one of her best friends. She knew she shouldn't have said what she said to Number 8. She just sort of did.
"Holy crud. Nothing makes sense anymore!" she shouted, pounding her fists on the table. "I hate growing up! I hate being a teenager! I hate this stupid life!"
There was nothing else for Number 1 to say. She slammed her forehead down on her math notes and sobbed.
She just sobbed.
A few days passed. The calendar read January 29, Number 3's birthday. Up in his room, Number 3 sat in a corner of his wrestling ring, thinking about the day. He knew what was going to happen. Everyone was going to be all nice to him so that he wouldn't feel bad about getting older. He looked to his clock sitting on his nightstand. It read 10:53 in the morning. Number 3 sighed and stood up. He rubbed his eyes and walked out of his ring and towards his door.
He touched the knob, but he didn't open the door. Someone else did, and that let Number 3 go splat against the wall.
"GOOD MORNING, NUMBER 3!!!" Numbah 3 cheered. She stopped and scanned the room. "Number 3?"
"Behind the door."
"Oh, ha ha! I knew that!"
Numbah 3 walked inside the room and moved the door so that Number 3 could step out and breathe without the door in his way.
"So?"
"So what?"
"Happy birthday!" Numbah 3 squealed.
"Um, yeah. Happy birthday to me." Number 3 gave in and sighed.
"What time were you born, Number 3?"
"Oh, God, I don't know!" Number 3 snapped.
"Okay! Just asking!" Numbah 3 exclaimed, smiling sweetly. There was an extremely long pause.
"Psst! Hey!" Number 4 whispered from outside in the hallway.
"Hi, Number 4!" Numbah 3 greeted. "Did you want to wish Number 3 a happy birthday, too?"
"Um, yes, but remember?" Number 4 hinted.
"Oh yeah!" Numbah 3 realized. She turned and looked at Number 3. "Number 4 says that you need to go to the candy store."
"But we were there just last week."
"Number 1 had one of those chocolate craving things."
"Oh, I get it. Alright, I've got money. Be back soon."
Number 3 left the tree house and started walking down the street. In the hallway, Number 4 scowled at Numbah 3.
"Remind me to never hire you to get someone out of the tree house ever again," she ordered.
"Could you remind me to remind you?"
Number 4 shook her head and left to blow up some balloons.
While Number 3 was walking down the street, a strange thought raged in his head.
Flashback
"Wait, Guys!" Number 1 shouted, flailing her flashlight in the air. "You haven't even heard the next part of the legend yet!"
"Number 1, that legend is totally false," Number 5 snapped. "Now, I think we'll be able to fix this and get a little bit of electricity back if we just go into the baseme-"
"SIT!!!" Yes, this is the old, very bad Number 1 we're talking about. The rest of the TND obeyed, knowing that if they didn't, Number 1 would blow a circuit.
"Anyway," Number 1 continued, "the boy walked back to his little home in his village after his meeting with the harsh ruler. He was completely unaware of what was going to happen. 'It's just a lie," he told himself. 'There's no way a curse could be upon me.' Oh, God was he wrong! That night, something happened. No one's really sure what it was. It was just pure evil. It dove into the boy's body, leaving him sweating and breathing hard throughout the rest of the night."
"The next morning, the boy sat down to breakfast. He was completely silent. His parents and his younger sisters noticed this, and they were very worried. He just didn't seem to be his bright, cheery, charming self. 'Are you okay?' the mother asked. 'Your birthday's today, you know.' It was a special birthday, too. The boy turned fourteen."
"Out in the village, everybody else noticed the boy and his little attitude problem he was having that day. They all just thought it was bad luck, but then the mood lasted for a few days, then a few weeks, then a few months, and then a few years. The harsh ruler smiled down at the monster she created. Without any warning, she stole him away from the earth and brought him to her home planet. There, the boy was forced to forever be a slave to the harsh ruler along side the young woman she had kidnapped. 'Why did you bring me here?' he asked stubbornly. 'You lost your gift of charm at the age of fourteen!' the leader exclaimed. 'May all of your descendents be cursed the same!'"
"Number 1," Number 2 began, "what does a legend like that have to do with a tree house losing power?"
"I don't know," Number 1 explained. "Sometimes I just got to talk."
End Flashback
Number 3 didn't notice the street lamp he crashed into.
Back at the tree house, the entire place looked absolutely gorgeous. It was covered in streamers flying everywhere. The balloons were filled and bobbing in the gentle wind. The backyard was bathed in bright sunlight as the TND and KND ran all over the place putting on some last minute touch- ups. A giant portable stereo sat on one side of the yard with a dance floor placed on the grass. Chips, pretzels, cheese doodles, and caffeine-rich soda lined the table covered in a green tablecloth. A giant chocolate cake with bright pink frosting sat in the middle, looking totally innocent. The only problem was that it wasn't, it really wasn't.
"Is everything ready?" Numbah 1 asked. "Decorations?"
"Perfectly in place, Numbah 1." Numbah 5 replied.
"Entertainment?"
"Up, running, and fully functional," Numbah 2 announced.
"Food?"
"Perfectly laid out, Numbah 1," Numbah 4 confirmed.
"Cake?"
"All set!" Numbah 3 cried, saluting her leader.
"Alright team," Numbah 1 said, "it's Number 3's fourteenth birthday. Let's make it the best one he'll ever have in his entire adolescent life!"
The KND and TND cheered. That is, all but Number 1. She sat on the sidewalk, watching for Number 3. She stared down at the cement and started picking at a loose nylon thread from her black tights. She couldn't help but sulk at all of this. Eventually, the team would find out about what she did.
Number 1's head jolted up when she her acute hearing picked up a tiny sound.
"He's coming!"
Everybody ran all over the place, looking for a good hiding spot. Numbah 2, Numbah 5, and Number 4 hid behind the giant stereo. Numbah 4, Number 2, and Numbah 1 squished themselves underneath the table. Number 5 stood behind giant balloon displays. Numbah 3 crouched behind the table. Number 1 sighed and walked down the street to greet Number 3.
"Hey," she called.
"Hi," Number 3 said back, "I got the chocolate you and Number 4 wanted me to get."
"Neat, let's go eat it."
Number 1 led Number 3 towards the backyard. She opened up the back fence and let him walk in first.
"SURPRISE!!!" everybody shouted, jumping from their hiding spots, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NUMBER 3!!!"
About a million things passed through Number 3's mind, but they went in through one ear and out the other. For the longest moment in history, he was silent. The KND were silent. The TND were silent. No breath was heard. No heartbeats were heard. Nobody moved. The world stood still.
"Oh, my," Number 3 whispered.
"Do you like it?" Numbah 3 asked. "I thought it would be a great idea to throw you a surprise birthday party!"
"Wrong subject," Numbah 1 mumbled.
Number 3 dropped his bag of candy. Chocolates scrambled all over the lawn. Number 3 shook; his eyes twitched. He ran inside the tree house, not wanting anything more to do with the world.
"What's his problem?" Number 4 asked. "It's not like Number 86 was here or something."
"That would have made the situation the cruddiest little thing on the planet," Number 5 announced.
"This really sucks," Number 2 agreed.
Number 1 burst into tears. Numbah 3 could feel her anger rising inside of her, eliminating all happy and cheery things about her.
"I work my butt off for a week and this is how I get repaid?!" she screamed, and she stormed off in search of her teenage counterpart.
Numbah 3 slammed open the door to Number 3's room of the tree house.
"DANIEL TRIPLETS!!!" she shouted. Number 3 brought his head up from his pillow and stared her in the eyes.
"How'd you know my full name?" he asked.
"I wanted to make you happy with a party! I thought all teenagers loved parties!"
"You didn't answer my other question."
"I don't care! I want you to tell me why you hated this party!" Numbah 3 commanded.
"I can't," Number 3 explained.
"Why?"
"I just can't!"
"Tell me!"
"There is no way in a million years that I can tell you what's been bugging me!" Number 3 screamed, putting up a fight. He walked straight up to Numbah 3, making her cower like a tiny kitten. "You don't understand! Nobody understands! Even if I told you and explained it the best I could, you still wouldn't understand!"
"Try me."
"Go to hell!" Number 3 shouted, getting extremely angry. He grabbed Numbah 3 by her shirt collar and tossed her to the other side of the room into a pile of wood. After a few moments of silence, Numbah 3 emerged, tears filling her eyes. Number 3, feeling something of satisfaction, walked over to the door and went to open it. Before he could, he heard something. It was a tune like one you'd hear at an old carnival. It confused Number 3, but then the strange tune turned into depressing music. Numbah 3 started to sing to it.
--Now, don't just walk away pretending everything's okay and you don't care about me. And I know it's just no use when all your lies become your truths and I don't care.--
--Could you look me in the eye and tell me that you're happy now? Would you tell it to my face or have I been erased? Are you happy now? Are you happy now?--
--You took all there was to take and left me with an empty plate, and you don't care about it. And I've given up this game and leaving you with all the blame 'cause I don't care.--
--Could you look me in the eye and tell me that you're happy now? Would you tell it to my face or have I been erased? Are you happy now? Are you happy now?--
Numbah 3 walked over to Number 3 and stared him in the eyes.
--Do you really have everything you want? You can never give somethin' you ain't got! You can't run away from yourself. Could you look me in the eye and tell me that you're happy now?--
Numbah 3 turned for a second. When she faced Number 3 again, her eyes were flaming (like the way they did in LICE).
--Come on. Tell it to my face or have I been replaced? Are you happy now? Are you happy now? Would you look me in the eye? Could you look me in the eye? I've had all that I can take, I'm not about to break. Are you happy now? Are you happy now?--
Numbah 3 stopped singing. She and her counterpart stared at each other. They were both defeated.
"Kuki Sanban," Number 3 began, "shut up."
Number 3 opened the door and walked out of his room. He slammed it shut behind him, leaving Numbah 3 to cry in the middle of the floor. She was covered in splinters and scratches, but the pain she felt in her soul hurt way worse.
She forgot about that when she heard something explode and Number 3 scream.
~*End of Chapter Three*~