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“Fifteen.”
The crimson one’s eyes fluttered open, her sight meeting with that of the dark blue ceiling of One’s home, the fluorescent lights giving the impression of a hospital patient’s personal room.
“Fifteen, you’re awake!”
One sounded relieved, awestruck even. Fifteen turned weakly to meet her gaze, and noticed the bouquet of flowers laying in her lap, though Fifteen’s lips were too dry to mention it.
“Ten has been asking all about you. I hate to admit it, but I have too,” she paused to give a sincere, heartwarming smile, “I miss those beautiful eyes of yours. I hate seeing them close.”
Their eyes interlocked in a sweet, requited care, both of the algebraliens horrifically glad to see the other again. One’s leg moved to try and touch the laying Fifteen, but mid-way, she decided against it, resting it back onto the cold, wooden chair. Fifteen’s lips moved slowly, but no sound besides a low, quiet groan was emitted. This was partially due to her nearly bursting her lungs from the screams in pain of being burned, but it was also due to the painkillers One had likely given her when she first arrived in the room, her mind and body numb in all of the essential places, making her worth nothing more than a corpse.
One moving her leg made her realize the bouquet in her hands, which she must’ve forgotten about due to her eyes all over Fifteen.
“I got these for you,” One said, wrapping her foot around it and holding it to Fifteen’s face for her to see, “while I despise the green, I figured you’d adore the smell.”
Fifteen moved herself very slightly to be close enough to sniff in the flowers.
One’s own eyes widened when she saw Fifteen’s had, backing away from the bouquet and nearly gagging on the smell.
“Fifteen?”
“One?! WHAT THE HELL-” she pauses, struggling to bring herself away backwards, so much so that she nearly fell out of the bed she was in, “WHERE THE HELL AM I?!”
“In my house. Goodness, maybe Fourteen bit off more than he should chew.”
“Fourteen?! You’re with that vile thing?!”
“WHAT?” One made an exclamation of her own, “of course not! That’s why we’re in my house in the first place, my dear. Do you not remember?”
“I…” Fifteen tried to wrack her brain, the medicine making that action way more difficult than it should’ve been.
“No, I…I don’t,” she concluded, “the last thing I remember is that bite from Fourteen.”
One sighed shakily, trying to hide the tears begging to burst from her eyes.
“I’ll catch you up, then.”
-
Fourteen whipped his slippery, slimy tongue all over the desecrated, decapitated foot of the algebralien formerly known as Five. He stuck his tongue in and out between the toes, before swiping against the sole, a slick and effective attack.
“Why are you doing this again?” Two felt the need to question.
“Because it’s fucking funny, Two,” stated Fourteen blatantly, “it’s called having a sense of humor.”
“You’ve been defecating all over this dumb corpse for the past week,” Two also stated blatantly, “don’t you get tired of it?”
“Don’t use big words! It sounds stupid. And no, I don’t. I like shitting everywhere.”
“Awwww, does the baby need a diapie?” Two teased, before being smacked right in the face with the foot Fourteen had been licking at.
“Don’t call me that or I’ll do to Four what this shit turd jalapeno popper showstopper Hot Topic-er border hopper CRETIN got to them!”
With that being said, Fourteen went right back to work on the foot that had fallen beside Two.
For the love of math, he was in love.
-
X had rid Four of all of his restraints, making sure he could still mew by checking his face, then giving a light kiss to the head.
“X, don’t do that. We’re in a creepy, old basement. I feel unsafe.”
“Oh, sorry, Fourrrrrr,” X said in his signature whiny ass voice. “Two said there was food down hereeee. Let’s get thaaaaat.”
He waddled over to a freezer, taking out a slab of definitely not animalistic meat, and plopping on the wooden table. Unfortunately, X forgot how gravity works, and it broke the table like the fat ass piece of meat it is.
“Oh noooo!”
“X! Shut up!” Four exclaimed, now standing right beside him. “Do you hear that?”
Above them on the floorboards, there had been walking. It creaked nearly right over their heads, before stopping in front of them.
Four clasped his hands over X’s mouth for him to hold in his scream, but that was just not enough, as he let out the most girly, pathetic cry you could ever hear from an algebralien, even louder than Four’s screeches.
The floorboards cracked and down came the person who had been residing above them.
“Ten? What are you doing in Fourteen’s houuuuse?”
“Hehe, look, it’s piss jar and Bluechew,” was all Ten had to say, before going unconscious from both the excitement and his poor, uncontrollable heart.
-
“That’s about it,” One said, with a small, nervous smirk, “any questions?”
“I don’t mean to be rude, ‘dear’, but how could I ever fall in love with YOU?”
“I don’t know for myself, but you did. We..we almost kissed once, too,” One chuckled to herself, “it was magical, what you and I had, only moments ago.”
“I also find it hard to believe that sniffing a flower can make me forget a week’s worth of memories.”
“It happened. I don’t know what to tell you there, either.”
Nine interrupted the recollection ceremony, holding himself using the doorframe with a mix of a relieved and an afraid look on his face.
“Four! Four and X! We found them!”
One placed her foot on Fifteen’s wrist, as a way to say that she would be back..
-
“Isn’t it the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?”
Before Fourteen and Two was a burning Outback Steakhouse. Inside, they heard the glorious screams of the innocent.
“...This was your idea of something other than eating Five’s rotting corpse?”
“You have any objections? You bring it to the fattie manager of the damn establishment.”
Two twisted his body to see the fatass in question, Negative Twenty-Seven To The Power of Two, the radius of her hips taking up nearly the entire forest, and her hands not being much better, nearly thrice the size of Two’s head.
Regardless of this, he walked up to her. He looked up to her face, and to her smirk, the beautiful, blossoming, fertile flower shoved inside of her right eye socket, and, most importantly, at least to Two, her singular eye. It reminded him of Fourteen’s, in a way. Perhaps it was because of the shallow thoughts behind it, but he suggested something else, though he had to discover just what that was.
“Why?”
It was a simple question, so Two felt he should elaborate, bringing his voice down to a shaky whisper.
“Why did you let this happen? HOW could you let this happen? To the Outback Steakhouse, to Five, to…”
He looked at his hands, shaking profusely. He had no idea why. He wasn’t scared in the slightest, but yet, he felt as if he was.
“How could you let this happen to me?”
Negative Twenty-Seven To The Power of Two didn’t have much of a reaction. She continued on grinning as much as an algebralien possibly could, maybe even a little more than that. After a few moments of intense eye contact, she finally provided him with an answer, addressing him to her beautiful, blossoming, fertile flower.
Two leaned in closely. So closely that he felt Negative Twenty-Seven To The Power Of Two’s hot, stinky breath on his face. He took a mild whiff of her beautiful, blossoming, fertile flower, embracing the disgusting smell it emit. It was then that he remembered.
Before the wonderful memory faded from his mind again, and he felt his knees gaining weakness.
The smoke of the fire of the Outback Steakhouse seemed to surround him, a suffocating smell that made him stumble and begin to crawl, and beg for forgiveness.
“Do not object me, Two,” Fourteen cackled down at him, as the beautiful, blossoming, fertile fatass known as Negative Twenty-Seven To The Power of Two stood by his side, radiating a stench and an awful aura that stunk like the depths of hell.
“This is all it leads you to.”
-
“He locked you in my basement?” One concluded. All X could do at this point was nod as she connected the dots all on her own.
“So that means, he knows we’re here too,” One nodded along with X, “and now, there really is no safe place to go.”
“We’re cooked!” exclaimed the only living creature that could ever be more orange than Donald Trump.
“Let’s just chill, dudes,” Nine said, putting his hands comfortingly on Ten’s shoulders, “he hasn’t done anything yet. We’re still safe.”
“Are we really going to risk it? Just wait until it isn’t? No! We have to take action!”
“Preferably sooner than later.”
“I don’t wanna ruin this heartfelt moment, but we have a visitorrr,” whined X.