Chapter 3 (Narrator POV)

Pi and 2 sat on the couch. Pi was on the phone with 1 from the shelter.

"9 ran off from a lesson? That's just not like him." She said. "Okay. Thank you. Good bye."

"I just can't believe it. Even after all the good parenting we've both done!" Pi said, in a concerned tone.

I'm sure that's just 9's way of asking for attention. We're fine parents." 2 said. "Too bad we're getting old."

"Your optics are dusty." she said.

"Your fabric is wrinkling." he replied.

"It takes you an hour to change your oil."

"Your thighs look like bowls of burlap jelly."

"And you've always had a tiny reproductive opening."

"But what does it matter, when you are in love?" 2 said romantically.

The two proceded to kiss deeply. That's when 9 came in.

He came crashing through everything, falling over himself and tumbling around like he was dying. He ran up to his bedroom, throwing up.

"Teenagers." 2 said, rolling his optics jokingly. "I'll go talk to him.

"Hi 9." 2 said. "Listen, 9, I know being a teen stitchpunk must be hard for you. Puberty is a difficult time. This book will tell you what to expect though." He opened the book.

" Let's see…" 2 said. "Yes… you can expect mood swings, oil discharge, and once a month a tiny piece of your soul will come out of your reproductive opening. Oops, wrong book."

9 suddenly collapsed on his bed. He closed his optics and fell unconscious.