Red, White and Green: A (Horror) Love Story

The Ships of Prime Club

(POV of Eleven)

I didn't think this plan through. Staring at all the art of human portraits, places, and crimes, I've gained almost nothing. Nothing except for all the petty things humans hate and fight each other for. And all the times humans call each other out for their petty doings and then fight over that. These humans and their creations only interest me for a minute or two at most, let alone give me a lot to work with. Helpless, I sigh, feeling as though we have wasted our time and let things get worse. My spirit at an all time low, I look towards the ground, wishing I was brighter and wishing we had a lead by now.

"I wonder how the other Numberblocks are doing." I say to no one in particular. Wherever the rest of them are, they can't be acting normal by now.

"Yeah, I wish Five was here." One sighed. "She said she had to go out with Seven. Prime club is getting ready for a big event."

Oh, that was true! That must've been what I felt like I was forgetting before, well, all this happened. I can't exactly remember what the event is for, likely because the writer doesn't have anything planned.

"With Seven?" I asked.

"Yes. I think they are in love." One responded. "Actually, they are absolutely in love. I imagine they're smooching. And saying cute things to each other. And cuddling. And a bunch of things!"

They literally never, ever mentioned this. Didn't Seven say he was gay? Was One, or, whoever was controlling One, making this up?

"All of the primes are going to bring their boyfriends and girlfriends. It's starting very soon."

If we're gaining nothing lingering in the museum, we might as well go there. After all, I don't remember any prime number mentioning that the club event was a love caravan. As dreadful as it'd be to see my pals in whatever horrid state they're currently in, it's the only thing I can come up with.

"Fourteen!" I called to him, but forgot the consequences of doing so in my moment of misery. I collapsed from a sudden wave of involuntary love. My face was painfully flushed. Out of embarrassment and heavy emotion, I keep my face buried in the unusually warm and moist grass for a while. I can't look at him, even if I easily could.

I pick myself up from plopping on the ground, grass in my face like when I trip during a football match. Fourteen becomes more and more of my world as he approaches. I can't help but admire him involuntarily. It takes every ounce of restraint I have to avoid grabbing his arms.

"We have to go to prime club. If we can figure out who's paired with who, we can figure out why WE are paired!"

Fourteen didn't compliment me, though it looked like he wanted to. He Was So Cute.

"Let's skate on over to prime club then!" He jumped, skateboard inhibiting his leg movement. "Should I skate you-"

"No thanks, I'll walk." As much as I loved him, I was repulsed at the thought just enough to stop myself from saying yes.

Two is prime, so he and One came along with us. I stop to wonder if he was at prime club in the first place, and One just took him out of it. It's possible, but he's also stupid, and he likely forgot it himself if someone like me did. As we trudge along, I notice something about One and Two that makes Two's previous location nothing to truly worry about.

It's clear that me and Fourteen aren't the only ones horridly slain with cupid's cursed arrow. Since we started walking, One and Two have been chanting nothing but "My life revolves around you" to each other in unison. Each time, their voices sound less and less like them. I can feel their personalities wither away. Soon, their voices stop sounding like them. One stops sounding soft, high pitched, and squeaky, and Two no longer sounds nasally. Their voices sound unrecognizable and painfully generic. Completely passionless, they talk just like robots.