Treasure Box. (A BFB 4X fanfiction)

Recruits.

X's P.O.V:

I briefly explain to Eight that Four is stuck in the Equation Playground with Three. He looks at me like I'm speaking a foreign language. "So you m-mean to tell me... th-that we have to rescue that... that..." Eight struggles to find the right words. "Uh... we h-have to rescue Four?"

Oh come on, Eight already knows Four and I are close. Four's harmless.

...mostly.

kind of.

Sort of.

Not really.

"Eight, listen to me!! You know Four wouldn't hurt us, especially not if you actually get off of your butt and help us save him." Five mutters. Eight sighs, picking up a succulent in a black pot. He runs his finger around the curves. "I just... I dunno... don't wanna die out there? I haven't been t-to the Equation Playground in a-ages, not since Seven..." he stops, covering his mouth with his free hand.

"S-sorry, X..." he whispers.

"It's fine." I said, brushing it off. "And you won't die." I add.

"I promise."

Nine's P.O.V:

I sit on a black stool in front of my keyboard. It's glossy and in mint condition despite how long I've had it for. Sheet music lines my walls, lyrics to songs, posters of bands...

I have everything.

Drums, recorders, trumpets, tambourines, you name it. Music is my passion, I wouldn't give it up for the world. I hum a tune quietly.

"Often I am upset..."

It's been in my head all day.

"...that I cannot fall in love..."

So many meanings.

"...but I guess..."

It's beautiful.

"This avoids the stress of falling out of it."

A knock on the door.

I sigh and get up.

"It's Eight, Five, and X." I hear.

I swing the door open in disbelief. "X?! Five?!" I gasp. "A-and me..." Eight mumbles. "Right, and Eight." I add, rolling my eyes. "Come in." I gesture to the open door.

They step in and admire my house in awe. "So you love music?" X asks quietly, still amazed. "Well what does it look like?" I giggle. I walk over to Five and put a hand on her shoulder. "Long time no see, Five-Alive." I smirk. "Same to you, Ninety." She shoots back. Nicknames are fun. We've had them since we were kids, playing in the Equation Playground with no fears, doubts, or worries. It's still like that now, actually.

Until X explains why he's here.

Six's P.O.V:

I sit at my desk, my laptop full of my work. My writing.

My writing website starts up as I am met with orange and white colouring the page. I hover my hands over my keyboard, knowing what I had to write.

I had to kill off a character.

"Her blood pooled around them. She tried to speak, only to let out a pitiful gurgle, more scarlet bubbling in her throat. She sobbed, reaching out to the others, but there was no hope. "I... I guess it's the end now... I guess I should say this..." she coughed up more blood. "I... love... I love ____." Her eyes glazed over as she convulsed, then took her final breath at last." I read over my writing, proud of myself. Suddenly, I smelled something.

It smelled kind of like... foreshadowing.

Oh, whatever.

A knock on the door.

"Hello?"