A/N: Wonder why no one's talked to me, reviewed or even requested for the next chapter? Well, sat down one morning and wrote this. It takes place prior to Chiro's discovery of the Super Robot, where Otto is still quite young and wondering whether his family is still whole.

Sealed

The young monkey put down the gluestick and pressed the thin, light blue paper together. He withdrew his sticky fingers and set his paper construction on the desk, leaning back into his chair to admire it.

It had taken Otto a hundred and thirty-seven minutes to make it. He started off with a sheet of A4 coloured craft paper, carefully drawing lines on the page with a ruler. When the outlines had been made, Otto started work with the colouring pencils. His illustrations improved each time he drew the picture, experience reminding him what to do there, and that he should change that bit here. Otto drew the same picture five times in total, the drawing differing only in colour. Then he picked up a pair of small scissors and furrowed his eyebrows. Steady hand movements to make the cuts. He was slowly turning the piece of paper this way, then in that direction, all the time cutting steadily with the scissors.

Then came the part with the glue. This was what would hold Otto's project together, fusing the flap of paper to this one, and another permanently joined to that one. The glue sealed the cube together, never once allowing the parts to fall away.

The finished product of Otto's work was basically a paper box. A pale blue cube of paper, what children would do in school. They'd draw out the net of a cube, then cut it out and glue the flaps on the sides together. They'd throw it around in class, bouncing it in their palms. Some would crush it between their hands as soon as the teacher turned, others would protect it and keep their creation perfect and unblemished. They'd go home and tell their parents that they'd learned about three dimensional shapes in Maths today, and that their teacher had let them make their own cube out of paper...

On five of the faces of Otto's cube was a picture of a face. They were faces that Otto knew well, he saw them every day. He had watched his friends sitting around in the main room of the Super Robot for days, taking careful note of their expressions. He stared into a mirror to study his own face. Then he went into his room and drew them onto his box. Each of his friends' faces stared out at him from the little blue cube.

Everyone knows that a cube has six faces, not only five. The top of Otto's box, the lid which he had not glued down, was blank. Almost perfect in its blankness, only a wrinkle in one corner from the glue that had accidentally been applied to it. Otto didn't like it blank. But the green monkey didn't have another face to put on it.

It was symbolic of the Monkey Team's status. They were, at the moment, incomplete. "Another will come," Antauri had told them. "The final one will come." That was when Otto had been determined to make the box.

They were a family, Otto and his friends. Nothing to bring them apart. So Otto had made his box to keep the Monkey Team's spirits high.

He'd take it in his hands and show it to them excitedly. "Look what I made!" he would say. "See, there's still another space. The Chosen One will come, just like Antauri said. And when he does, I'll draw our new friend's face onto my box. It's to show him that he's a part of our family! And it's to show us that just because we're one short, we're still a family. No one can break us, just like no one can rip apart this cube. I made sure, 'cause the glue I used is special-" Antauri would nod, saying that indeed the glue that bonded the Monkey Team together was special. Nova would smile, Sprx would pat him on the back and Gibson would sigh at the floor and mutter that he hoped so.

And the little green monkey would wait for the day he could draw another face onto his blue box, and his family would be whole again.

I'm actually quite proud of this one. And I would just REJOICE it if I had a review for this story. I mean, I don't want to beg for reviews, but I am a fanfiction author and I need to know what I'm doing nicely on, what I could improve. What happened to the whole "constructive criticism" motto in this place? There's hardly any point for me to write at all if I have no idea whether I'm doing well or if my standard is dripping down into the drainage system! So, a single worthwhile review for me, please! I feel like Captain Jack Sparrow in Davy Jone's Locker, a boat but nothing to float it on and nobleeding wind! And so I say, R & R.