Four and X have been friends ever since Four was banished from the equation playground. But they'd rather not be friends... they want to be something bigger. And when a fight all so familiar breaks out over X's lucky value, there can only be one to...
"Where are you, you tricky little..." I curse under my breath. Four seems to have slipped away as I was preparing my attack.
"Come here, Forty-Four..." I coo, searching for him.
"You know I'll find you eventually."
The Equation Playground is massive. The gates to enter are as tall as a giraffe, and as huge as three elephants stacked on top of each other.
There are brick walls frosted in ivy surrounding the gates and the rest of the grounds.
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(This is the outside of the gates, by the way.)
Four is nowhere in sight.
The inside of the playground had buildings scattered around it. He could be in any of them. I sigh. This will take a while.
I enter a red building that seems faintly familiar. There's a first aid kit on the floor, but it's open with its contents spilling everywhere. There are multiple posters plastered on each wall, overlapping with each other. They all seem to be from a show of some kind, with anime characters posing in every shot.
I just manage to crack a smile at it.
So familiar.
I step outside to see a blue house. Trudging over, I creak open the door.
Math sheets line the walls this time. Each one has perfect scores. It seems there was more thought put into the general questions than the word problems, though. In the centre of the room was an old music player, you know, the kind with the huge tuba thing in the middle.
There was a disk already on it.
I remember these things.
I fiddle with it a bit before it manages to croak out a few lines.
"Are you tired of me yet?" What is this? "I'm a little sick right now, but I swear..." The machine starts to whir, as it lets out a final line. "When I'm ready, I will fly us out of here."
It stops.
At once, I hear the creak of a floorboard.
"Here I come, Four." I whisper softly.
X's P.O.V:
We stop outside of a small brown house. Two knocks quickly. "One, come out, it's me."
"Who else?" A cryptic voice from inside asks.
Two hesitates, glancing at us. "All of us but Four and Three." She answers sheepishly. "Even the little variable?" The voice asks with genuine curiosity. I suppress a groan.
"Yes, One, even the little variable." Five speaks up in an aggravated tone. "Now open up."
A peacock blue one opens the door a crack, peering at us. "Come in." He says briskly.
The door is opened to a bright world with bookcases around every corner. They hold books of every size and colour and... oh... Six already stole a few.
Everyone including me is in a daze, staring at the stunning sight. "Sorry, what would you like?" One questions, and he's British now?? How does one go from being all creepy to being a soft Brit??
One also has glasses and a nasty scrape on his knee. I wince. I don't like gore. "That's a nice scarf, X." He smiles. "O-oh, uh, thanks..." I reply shakily.
One exchanges glances with Two quickly, and they both nod their heads. Nine seems to pick up on this, too.
