Thanks for the reviews! I'm still on chapter 8 of this fic. Too much schoolwork.

Chapter 6

Sarcasm Level

625 had just awoken from his slumber. Yawning, he got up and stretched his body, now wondering what time it was. He heard silence throughout the house, not a footstep nor a soft conversation above him. Did he just wake up so late at night?

Checking his surroundings in the basement, he started to walk up the stairs while rubbing the drowsiness from his eyes. Opening the basement door, light hit his eyes, making them unable to open completely. Only partially.

He heard a few clangs of sound coming from the kitchen. Peering into the kitchen, he saw Peg was cooking in the kitchen. He wasn't even hungry, even for a late dinner... just still too ashamed of himself.

Peg turned and saw 625 standing in the entranceway of the kitchen, looking at her.

'' Hi 625. Would you like some chicken soup? It's one of my specialties'', Peg asked.

625 declined with a sigh,'' No thanks.''

'' You must've been tuckered out. I was calling you to dinner, but you were asleep, so I let you rest.''

625 yawned,'' What time is it anyway?''

'' Around nineish, at night. I'm going to bed soon anyway''.

'' Okay... well 'night.''

'' Oh... and 625?''

'' Yes?''

'' I'm sure Marina meant no harm.''

625 rolled his eyeballs,'' I'll keep that in mind.''

He turned away from peg and trotted up to the stairway, as he sighed again, while walking up the stairs. Soon he was in front of the bedroom door, that was partially open. He slowly opened the door, to see Marie writing in her diary. he sighed and turned to his bed, to retrieve his belongings so that he could sleep downstairs.

Marie slightly grinned when she saw his presence,'' Hey!''

625 ignored her.

'' 625, can I talk to you for a while?''

'' You're not gonna punch me again, are you?'', the sandwich maker asked.

'' No I just wanna talk to you.''

625 still wondered if he could trust Marie, sighing he decided to listen. he walked slowly up to her, just in case she made any sudden movements. Marie pulled out a piece of paper from a book.

'' Aha! So that's you're little plan! Trying to give me a paper cut so I could bleed to death!'', 625 accused.

'' No. Stand over beside me.''

625 walked closer to her, as he peered over her shoulder.

Marie spoke,'' This is you.''

625 lifted his eyebrow,'' That doesn't look like me at all.''

'' That's an outline of you, now let me explain...''

'' Just keep talking... I'll yawn when I'm interested''.

'' Shut your mouth and listen!''

625 went silent.

'' This is you... the colored in parts which are green is your sarcasm level.''

She turned to 625, who wasn't even paying attention. Just looking away ignoring her. She pulled his ear to get his attention.

'' Do you see your sarcasm level?''

'' I'm colorblind'', 625 remarked.

'' No you're not!''

'' Yes I am.''

'' No you are not! Even if your colorblind your sarcasm level should be shaded in gray or black either way. Now do you see how high your sarcasm level is?''

'' I can't see black nor grey neither.''

'' Shut up! I know you can see this!''

625 groaned and looked at the chart. he saw a drawn outline of himself printed neatly on the piece of paper. His body was colored in green, completely... except his head. the point ended at his neck. Was his sarcasm really that high? It was... with those results.

625 scoffed,'' So you're gonna monitor my sarcasm with a stinkin' chart?''

Then he remarked sarcastically,'' That's very nice.''

Just for that Marie revealed her trusty erasable green colored pencil and colored in the chart some more, while filling 1/8th of 625's head on the chart.

'' Hey!'', 625 shouted.

'' 625, I had to do it. Your sarcasm level is too high, you need to cut down on the wisecracks.''

625 scoffed again, as he rolled his eyeballs. He turned to his bed and took his pillow and blanket off of his bed. He headed to the door.

'' Where are you going?'', Marie asked.

'' Nowhere'', 625 answered.

'' Why are you taking your stuff with you then?''

'' Mind you business''.

He turned to the door and slammed it when he made his way out. Peg walked passed him, but not before giving him a gentle pat in the head. That meant alot to 625, somebody noticing his presence, but only for a short while before he was back to his lonely self. He watched Peg walk to her room, before closing the door. 625 turned to the stairway and walked downstairs to the living room.

Placing his pillow and blanket into the sofa, he wiggled around to get comfortable. Digging his face into his pillow, the little sandwich maker began to cry. He wanted somebody there to make him feel better now, but there was nobody he could trust. He felt like he was on his own, and nobody to want him to be around. He was so lonesome, down in the living room. Things that were in the living room during the daytime turned out to be a little scary for the sandwich maker, as he cringed after he saw what he thought was a figure standing before him.

625 looked around the room as he switched his eyes into night-vision, with a light click. He only saw a clock and picture which were the figures lined up against the wall, as he sighed a breath of relief. He switched his vision back to normal and rested his chin upon the pillows as tears rolled down his cheeks and soft sobs filled the room, but not loud enough to wake anybody.

625 didn't know that he wasn't the only one awake. Marie was standing by the stairway listening to 625's light sobs. She sat down on the steps and continued to listen.

625 crawled off the couch to keep his mind off his loneliness. He walked out into the hallway, twitching his ears to hear if anybody was around. He heard nothing, but Marie, who was still sitting on the doorsteps could see that 625 was crying, seeing the tears sparkle when he stood in the moonlight. He headed out the dog door and stood in front of the porch.

He heard only the faint sounds of coqui frogs and crickets chirping, as the night shaded in the sky a dark navy blue. It was a clear night as 625 peered into the sky, still crying. His soul aching for a friend, a close one. He watched the stars twinkle above him and the moon shined brightly, as it was a clear night and a rather chilly one indeed. 625 wrapped his arms around himself as he shivered, still looking at the sky. Sighing, he looked down at the ground.

There was nobody to be there for him, this wishing was just a big waste of time. There's nobody that would like to be with him, nor want him around. To 625, this was a load of sandwiches.

Marie walked down the steps to see if 625 was running away, hoping that he wouldn't. She looked through the living room window, to see 625 with his head facing downward and still crying. Marie felt sorry for him, she could guess that he was feeling very sad, but she didn't know why he was that way. She turned back to her bedroom, knowing that 625 may enter back into the house.

625 still stared at the sky, still wondering... and wishing for a friend that he could bond with, in the chilly moonlit night. He turned to the dog door and entered the house, as a chill from the cold outside went down his spine. He crawled back onto the couch still crying, as he placed his blanket over him, and then cried himself to sleep.

TBC...