Zero stood still, looking around. It was…different. He didn't really know what to think as the others passed him. Nine stopped beside him.

~It's really comfortable when you get down to it. We need to build you a room, though, so you're sleeping with One for now. Yes?~

"I've never seen anything like it. You know, that is fit for somebody my current size."

"You may explore," One said. "But you must ask before you go into personal rooms."

The twins immediately snagged him, bringing him to their collection, where they proudly showed him everything, one at a time, plus explaining what they felt he needed to know. Two then dragged to the inventing room, where he and Five proudly showed him their little inventions. Six proudly showed off his incredible drawing skills. Seven proudly showed him how she could fight, and the twins helped. It was late when he was done, and he walked over to One.

"What about you?"

One looked prouder than any of the others and he brought his staff around in a sweeping motion. "This is my masterpiece."

Zero smiled. "I really like that answer, One."

"I'm glad. Now, time for bed."

Eight and Nine stood still, watching as their maker followed One. They had been…forgotten. Without a word, Nine teleported them, and their unwanted work, to the house. They stretched into humans then sat together.

"He…he loves us…right?" Eight asked brokenly.

~You? He said it many times to you, during your construction and once you were awake. I believe he loves you.~

"What about you?"

~Well…he's never actually said it to me. Not while he was making me. He did for all of you, but…~

Eight wordlessly held Nine as he cried himself out. How could their maker be so cruel to his youngest? It didn't make sense. Nine sat in his lap, shivering in the deepest pain Eight had ever felt. It was destroying him. Eight stood and they walked over to the desk to share how they felt. Not that their maker would be interested. He had proven that earlier. But it would make them feel better.