I Wish Love was as Easy as 123

Silence

When their eyes locked, it was barely a second before they were locked in a fistfight. Octoblock wrestled him to the floor, being punched, hard, in the eye. Octonaughty soon had the upper hand, bashing his opponent's head into the corner of a table, giving him a concussion, and preceding to strangle him. 8 began to black out.

"Shit..." his vision began blurring, Octonaughty was enjoying watching him battle consciousness.

"What's wrong, Octoblock? Go to sleep..."

At the same time

13 had finally reached the place he needed to be. When 27 opened the door to him, extremely frazzled and out of breath, "Woah, chill, bro. What's up?"

"8 has gone to HQ after 15 and 26- none are picking up their phones." he said, panting, as he had run up 4 sets of stairs.

"Oh shit..." She grabbed him, sprinting down the stairs. "HOW LONG HAS SHE BEEN GONE?!"

"4 hours, but like I said, 8 is coming to get her, 26 is with her." 13 was quickly losing breath, 27 was fast for a cube.

*TIME SKIP: 5 OR SO MINUTES*

27 smashed the door down. A hoard of 2s turned in unison. Some holding knives, others with nothing but their bare hands. "Hello, 27, hello, 13." One said, another continued, "You should have stayed away from here."

13 looked around, 15 was nowhere to be seen, nor was his brother. "Where is 15, tell me now."

"We're not saying anything, Octonaughty would have our heads."

He pulled a knife from his jacket, 26 had given him it as a gift- he didn't understand why at first because he simply said 'For protection'. He only recently understood, when 15 had to do longer shifts at work and she wasn't around to be a deterrent for the bad guys. "TELL ME NOW!"

27's eyes widened, she hadn't expected him to bring a weapon with him, she'd never seen anyone quite as pissed off as he was now, "You heard him, bitches, tell him now. 15 is important to both of us, especially 13."

3 fell off 13's head, "Crap!"

The 2s took this opportunity to attack, they all piled onto of each other, 2, 4, 6, 8, 10... soon they were in the 20s, 30s...

While it grew, 13 and 27 could only stare in horror... "27, run. NOW. Get 15 and my brother out of here. And tell 15..." he glanced to 27, who was shaking as this mass of 2s hit 50 blocks, and there was still dozens left, "Tell 15, I love her. I might not make it out alive."

"Wait, 13, what do you mean?!"

A hulking big square stood before them, 64... or was it? "27, RUN!"

It looked down to them both with shining red eyes, sharp teeth bared, surrounded by a gang of 2s.

"Go..."