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

What is it all?

(Third Person)

Numberland wasn't physically messy, and everything altered had been reversed, but the emotional tension lingered after the cheering swept by.

These numbers were still faced with many questions and uncertainties regarding their autonomy.

The Alphablocks, strangely, seemed unscarred. For some odd reason, they appeared to have no memory of the incident and were confused as to why they were in Numberland. With a peace of mind the Numberblocks envied, they returned home without doing much, making it easier for Potate to conclude the story.

The Numberblocks shriveled in despair, meanwhile. They held a laptop which could control everything they did. Anyone, here or on Earth, could take away their free will at a moment's notice, it seemed.

Their happiness just then was forced to be what someone else wanted for their own satisfaction. They couldn't move themselves anymore. Their bodies were taken away from them.

Many of them, understandably, cried. Gott couldn't have been the only human like that if the art museum was anything to go off of. If a human wanted them to give up everything they knew and did for themselves, what could be done? They were just faces on puppeted objects.

Fourteen navigated the laptop, unusually cautious for such a reckless guy. Wide-eyed, the Numberblocks stared at the glowing, cursed object, in fear of its power.

"It's absolutely gnarly stuff, dude." He unhelpfully observed.

The Numberblocks hadn't gotten complete familiarity with such complex technology. Social media of the human caliber was beyond their collective understanding. Even someone like Fourteen didn't understand what he was looking at for some time. No, no one knew 100% what they were looking at, and it scared them even more.

Suddenly, a notification appears from a social media website, the one the fanfiction was typed on. This catches the Numberblocks' attention.

Fourteen figures out how to find that it's a message in Wattpad. The account is simply titled 'PROBABLY HACKED'. It seems to have been sent, word for word, to a lot of people.

Twelve takes the laptop and reads it out loud.

"If anyone is in my Wattpad account, get..." Twelve didn't want to swear. "...out."

Everyone instantly thought of the same delinquent.

The Numberblocks learned while sifting through the device some more--and struggling to figure out how it worked--that there was an original fic writer that wasn't Gott. This individual left their device unguarded and unattended in that library long enough for the kid to get into it and, instead of literally anything fucking else he could have done to take advantage of the situation, manipulate the written fic work there. When this original fic writer learned via exploding news that the Numberblocks were real, they fearfully swore on never writing fics ever again. Actually, they just never wrote anything again. If their private guilty pleasure was going to be exposed to this degree, they just didn't want to take the risk. Even though they were just words on a screen, the Numberblocks with more emotional awareness were able to pick up despair and fear from the message.

"We've gotta respond." Fourteen says, not being one of the emotionally aware Numberblocks by any means. "Gimme the thing."

He takes it from Twelve. He sends a selfie back to the messenger on Wattpad. He, then, types a response out loud.

"Hey dude, Extreme Fourteen here!"

"Please take this seriously, Fourteen." Twelve interrupts. "And don't read the swear words out loud."