6 hummed happily as he dug his way though various objects in the
emptyness. He knew 2, 7, and possibly 9 and 5 were out here somewhere
looking for new items to tinker with. He had run out of ink a few hours
before and, waiting till 1 and 8 had left the room, snuck outside and
started to hunt for anything with ink. He emptied any he found into a
glass container.

By sundown he had pleanty of ink to last him for a long time. He walked
into the cathedral with a grin on his face heading back up to his
"room." 6 set the ink down next to his paper supply and sat down ready
to work. "And just where were you?" He jumped at 1's sudden voice.

6 backed scooted back till he was up against his wall of drawings. He
drowned out 1 most of the time till he thought he was near the end. "I
think punishment is in order this time.... 8"

The sound of a knife sharpening in the background stopped and heavy
footsteps got closer and closer making 6 flinch with every step. "Take
his ink away." 6's eyes widened in horror. "NO!" He dove for the
container only to be knocked back into the wall. Without a word more 6
was left alone in his corner.

~Later that night~

6 scraped his fingers over his blank sheet of paper. The tips made
faint indents but nothing to make a picture. Why did 1 have to take away
his ink!?

He threw the blank paper to the side and curled up in a ball. Unlike
everyone else, 6 didnt own a bed. He used to but after the hundredth
time falling asleep over his work the others just let him stay in the
tower.

So many images stored up in his mind. He couldnt get them out now... He
whined into the darkness and started rocking back and forth. He felt
like he was going to ever load. A small clunk next to him made him
jump. Terror came across his face as 8 appeared in the faint moonlight.

They stood (6 sitting) there for what seemed like forever just staring.
"I'd use that up before morning." 8 gestured to a small container on the
floor. 6 peered into it and saw a small ammout of ink. "I swiped some
after 1 we-" He was nearly knocked to the ground as 6 hugged him.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" 8 on his part was a bit speachless. Noone
had ever hugged him before, or really ever shown him any kind of
affection. 6 let go and ran to his paper to start drawing before morning
came. 8 gave 6 a affectionate pat on the head and headed back to bed.