thirteen was exploring the gauntlet. he was looking for help.
"uh..uhm..hello? is- is anyone h-heereee?..."
suddenly, thirteen slid on a floorboard. he heard a soft yelp.
"wh-wha?! who's there?!"
...no answer.
"uhm....h-heh...heheh..."
thirteen dashed out of the long corridors. he crashed into a wall.
"oh- WOAH!"
he stepped back.
"who- who put that wall there?... nevermind!"
*BANG*
"ah! what was that?!"
*BANG, BANG, THUD*
"i- i- I don't want to be here!"
thirteen turned back from the wall. he ran across the whole long corridor. he ran into another wall. he turned around again. were the walls getting closer?!
"aah! h-h-h-help!!!"
*BANG, WHAM, THUD*
thirteen curled up into a ball and shivered.
"i- I'm gonna die!"
*BOOM*
after hearing the loud explosion-like sound, thirteen fell through a hole. he kept falling and falling until he hit the ground with force. he yelled in great pain.
"m-m-my leg!!"
he heard a voice. it sounded like two.
"wh-what?! did you hear that?"
thirteen tried to stand up. he toppled and fell back down.
"t-two? is that you?"
he waited for an answer.
"oh, mierda...he heard us."
"¿qué, crees que no tiene habilidades básicas para escuchar? ¡hablas muy alto, idiota!"
two replies? that surely could not be two. thirteen dragged himself towards the place where the sound was being heard from. he was mistaken. it was the terrible twos, devising a plan to impress octonaughty.
"¿quién es la persona que está afuera, escuchando nuestra conversación? identify yourself now!"
"uhh...i..don't speak fluent Spanish?"
the blue two stepped out in front of thirteen.
"what are you doing here, enemigo?"
"u-uhhmm..."
the purple two stepped next to his brother, the blue two.
"I want to dance, amigo."
"so do I, amigo."
the twos whipped out tactical knives.
"let's dance, socios," the blue two said, as he threw the knife in the air and caught it.
the blue two tapped his feet and tranced thirteen, before rapidly stabbing him and quickly throwing the knife in the air. the purple two caught the knife and threw his to the blue two.
the purple two flinged the knife at thirteen. unable to move, he got hit.
"No tienes mucha suerte, ¿verdad? Es una pena que no haya nadie aquí para ayudarte," the blue two said.
"good luck escaping from us! mwahahahahaaa!!"
a large gust of wind breaks one of the wooden walls open, filling the room with dust.
"not so fast, terrible twos!"
YOU ARE READING
the gauntlet of math // numberblocks short story
Fanfictionstory cover by @xi-tangzii, tysm bestie cw: certain ships, nsfw, violence ok MAYBE this won't turn out to be a short story, I proofread the 1st 5 chapters and they will all be released one-time, the rest is still in production this is the human mo...
