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The integer walked down the grassy pathway slowly. It was so quiet. It had been for a while. Soon, he would see a river, a stream he had to cross. Soon he would find himself brought back to the very place that started it all.
He sighed, stopping suddenly. He cast a final, fleeting look towards the cliffs, before turning and walking. Walking back to his cabin. His "home", if it could even be called that, was made in an impulsive decision by Two, just wanting to test their new power.
Six swung the door open with a sigh. Not only was it quiet, it was boring. There's nothing for the blue number to do, nobody to talk to.
He was alone.
He walked inside, his footsteps echoing through the lonely cabin. There was only so many times he could jump in a leaf pile. There was only so many times he could walk the same pathway, but chicken out before actually committing to going back to it.
There was only so many nights, spent all alone under the stars, before he would go insane.
~ ☆ ★ 𖦹 ★ ✩ ~
The broom held in his hands, the broom once belonging to a now shattered red number. It was his now. He missed Three. Sure, they weren't best friends, sure, he didn't even have a best friend back then, the closest probably being Ten, but.. the integer was kind. She made everyone feel better. Even him.
Everyone that he cared for left. None gave a second thought to him, just trying to escape the past. Escape what they saw. Escape what she did.
Leaves formed a pile. He didn't want to jump in it. It was boring, an activity repeated so many times that it became as stale as the bread Nine tried to feed him a couple months before they too left.
Nine. Six hummed in thought, dropping the broom and walking off in a random direction. Nine. The number who kept thinking they were cool. They kept bothering everyone, especially Six. He had always been annoyed back then. What he would give to have the annoying pale number trying to convince him that skateboarding was cool one last time.
He sat down underneath a tree. It looked similar to the one that the numbers had been sat under the last time they saw Three happy. Alive. Had they ever seen One happy? He didn't know. Whatever had happened to them, it worried Six. He was terrified when he saw the number, lost all value, glitching and panicking. There was nothing that he could do about it now.
He looked up to the sky, guilt pressing in on her chest.
"I hope they're okay."
The words slipped out in a quiet voice, betraying the fear etched deep into the number's heart. Nine. Three. Everyone else.
If One ever got out, they would all die.
~ ☆ ★ 𖦹 ★ ✩ ~
The branches rustled as the blue number woke up slowly. Were those… footsteps? His eyes shot open, attempting to peek out from his hiding spot-
"HEY! WHO IS THAT?"
"BOMBY, THROW!"
Throw..? WAIT NO DON'T-
Something crashed into the tree, shaking it and making Six fall. His attacker quickly fell onto him, his eyes, screwed shut in pain, flew open once more.
"THERE'S MORE OF THEM, RIGHT HERE!"
Panic was flooding the integer's system as he suddenly flailed his legs and arms.
"AH- WHATS HAPPENING!"
An object came up to him, threatening him with a… needle. Actually, that's another object. Six froze.
The newcomers had demanded to know what "you all" were up to, and asked where they were. Frankly, it was rude to come to somebody else's home and make demands.
Six made sure to make that known as he threw the object that had knocked him from the tree off, yelling back;
"This is MY HOME. And I'm the last one left, so I don't know who you're talking about!"
The stained bag put down the sewing needle, the latter of which speaking.
"But… what about One…? You really don't kno-"
The panic that had subsided slightly came back in full force as Six jumped forward, grabbing the object.
"ONE?! YOU MET ONE?! WHEN? RECENTLY?!"
"She sent us here!"
The bomb said, confusion in their voice. Oh. That's not good. He looked to the side, seeing a door open. On the other side… it… looked like a dimension One would make. She's back- there's no denying it now.
He got the objects out, through the door to Four's dimension. Still, he was thinking.
One was back. Everyone was in danger. Nine. Seven. Even… ew, Five. She could go for them whenever, and how would they know she's back? How would they be ready to fight back?
But still, there was nothing that he could do about it now. They could all deal with it. And, if she gets them, if she hurts them…
Six was going to stop her before any of that happened. He wouldn't lose them all again.
The number sighed quietly, still walking down the endless hallways with the objects.
They had lost friends to One too. These objects… they were hurt and afraid. They just wanted to go home.
For some reason, Six wanted to help.
He didn't know why, but… he wanted to help this group. And finally, he was sure of something.
He smiled slightly, casting a sidelong glance to the others.
Once they get out of here, maybe Six wouldn't be alone anymore.