A/N Hi! Corpse here. This is the first story I ever posted on this site. =D I really hope you like it and decide to review.
Summary: Eight finds out that his magnet has been stolen and has to figure out who took it, without giving away that he possessed the magnet in the first place. The brain was never awakened and nobody died. Seven and the twins never left and nine found them with no problems.
Eight had just gotten back from guard duty and stopped in front of six's room. He decided to break some of the artist's ink jars for some fun.
The room six resided in was large with pictures covering every inch of it. In the corner was a tiny bed which had many ink stains and was covered with several pictures of monsters. On one side of the room was a stack of unused papers the seemed to reach the ceiling!
Eight shuddered wondering how six could stand being in the same room as that towering terror of paper.
He made his way across the messy room to the area where six's ink jars were stored. There were many jars and eight was excited because this was going to be a lot of fun. For him.
He picked up a full jar and smashed it against a wall. Ink splattered everywhere making a mess. Eight had jumped out of range of the splattering ink so he was the only thing not covered with it.
Hearing six coming, eight hid and waited to see the seer's reaction. When six opened his door he looked at all the ink and fainted! Eight laughed and went to his room.
He fell asleep as soon as his oversized head hit the pillow. The large stitch punk slept soundly and didn't even hear his door creak open or the soft footsteps as a stitchpunk snuck into his room! The door shut moments later at the sunrise.
Eight woke startled at the sound of his door being moved. He got up, looked around his room and after seeing nothing seemed out of place stepped out into the hall to find out who was in his room.
There was no stitch punk in sight! Confused, eight returned to his room. He looked much closer at the things that occupied his room and saw that something was missing!
Perplexed eight sat on the edge of his wide bed attempting to make a mental list of all the things he had. It was really hard and eight's head began to hurt. He leaned over to grab his magnet which he always kept, hidden, by the edge of his bed.
Eight's hand grasped thin air and he realized something. His magnet was gone!