Four is worried about X. X is worried about manifesting an old secret. [ this fic was written before any of the other algebraliens personalities were revealed, so all of the numbers except 4, x, and 2, are going to be different characters from the ones in the shorts ] [ cover art by me ] [ warning: character death ] [elements of 4/2 and light 4x will be prominent in this fic. be wary of that while reading if you aren't comfortable with those pairings]

20 contestants wake up in a mansion. They have no choice but to play 4 and 2's killing game. Only 3 contestants will live until the end.

4 is a number. He has powers, he can recover anyone, and thus hosts a show. Until, some dude named 2 swooped in and ruined everything. Now, he is left with 14 contestants, no co-host, and exit students. He is left with: A useless piece of fire who practically does nothing. A murder machine. A strangely social butterfly that's too fragile they could die any moment. The embodiment of perfection. A fragile wood waiting to be broken. A silent droplet of water who does actually nothing? A sarcastic little shit. A narcissist. A shiny sweet toothed mineral thing. Some guy who was supposed to be in the exit. Weird, floating helium guy. A beat boxer. Some spanish food. And a leaf who keeps on pestering him. How could things ever go wrong?