Three's P.O.V:
Ha! That stupid Four number.... He's probably already dead. Most likely bled out by now. Princess is all mine, and no one else can take him.
I should make sure he's dead.
The thought lingers in my mind for a moment, before I give into it. The blue house is only a short way away, after all.... Right. I'll go check on that bastard.
I slink through a small patch of trees, before reaching the dark blue house. It's rusted and worn out over time, the windows hoarded by beetles and critters alike. They infest the old place, claiming it as their own. I scowl. Disdainful.
But before I enter the abandoned home, something catches my eye.
A red house. Right beside Four's.
The red colouring is dull and as infested as the blue one before me, clearly lacking any kind of numeral inhabitants. I bite my tongue. Hmm... So I either explore the red house right now, or leave it for later to check on Foursie...
I'll take my chances with the house.
And with that, I strut towards it and let myself inside. The walls are coated in posters of TV shows, the names of them trying to reminisce in my mind. I know these characters, I know I do.... But I don't..? One character has dark purple hair, or maybe that's just the lighting. Their faces are all so... Intense. I groan. Nostalgia is such a pain when you don't know where it's coming from.
I decide to search further. What's the harm in it?
——————————————————
In celebration of the BFB 17 4x reunion, I present to you.... A short chapter. With only Three because FUCK YOU MWAHAHAHAGAHADFSGDGFGG
nah I just got a sudden burst of inspiration, hope you enjoyed :))!!!
YOU ARE READING
Treasure Box. (A BFB 4X fanfiction)
FanfictionFour 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...
