Number Magic, so powerful it's almost hypnotizing. A substance that could spell doom.. in the wrong hands.
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In an AU where the Numberblocks' big move leads them to another planet instead of Alphaland, they find themselves struggling with basic...
They parted ways going in opposite directions. Two continued cautiously scanning the area, calling out her name, still to no avail. For a while, it was all he did. And he was growing more concerned every minute. There was nothing ahead but dust, debris, broken concrete walls, fallen trees,
and something red.
Two gasped. Taken aback, he did a double-take. It was indeed a red.. cube.. with limbs.. on the floor. He ran, heart pounding, towards it. Sure enough, it was her. Panting lightly, he kneeled next to One, who was laying on her side with her eye closed. "One?" He gently shook her small, limp stature covered in dust and visible scratches. "One, wake up. It's me, Two! You did a great job, y'know.." She remained still as ever. "O-One? C'mon, this isn't.. this isn't funny!" Thoughts racing, he picked her up and lightly shook her again. "One? You're fine, right? You're okay?" No response. What if she.. ... No, surely not.. right? The What-Iffer said she'd be fine..! Two's breathing became unsteady. "One. One, wake up!" Full of disbelief, he kept trying. Each time was the exact same, no response. Eventually, Two just fell silent, staring at her motionless figure in his arms. He didn't know what to think. He told himself over and over that she was probably fine, and that there was certainly no reason to, but he wanted to cry.
Footsteps alerted him back to his senses, but he didn't bother to look where it was coming from. Only when a shadow he knew all too well was cast upon he and One did he look up. It was Octonaughty, holding a bottle of Number Magic. He opened it whilst looking down at One, wearing a blank expression. "What do you want.." Two mumbled, glaring.
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"Hm?" "WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" Octonaughty sighed. "I don't know." "What did you do to her?" Two scooted away from him, holding One closer. "What are you going to do with that bottle?" "This is just Magic.." Octonaughty poured a little and sprinkled it onto One. "That should help her wake up faster." Stepping back, he stared into the bottle in his hand. With the delivery of Number Magic resuming, it was no longer sitting at the bottom of the bottle, but instead freely floating inside it. As if it was waiting to be released. "Too much of this stuff doesn't do any good, does it?" Two, shocked, wasn't able to say a word to Octonaughty before he turned around and left. What was that? What made him change his mind? He kept staring at the spot where Octonaughty disappeared into the bushes. Lost in thought, he almost didn't notice...
... the little Numberblock in his arms beginning to twitch. One sat up so rapidly, her hand smacked Two right in the face. "Ow! What was that for?!" "AH! I-I was seeing and hearing things, how did- what-.. happened?" She looked around dazed, before finally spotting Two cowering on the floor. "I know that was you, Octonaughty..! Come back you- you... agh!" Swore Two between sharp breaths. "Oh, Two! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to!" She laughed nervously. Two realized who such a cute voice belonged to. The pair stared at each other for a good few seconds, both in disbelief and relief all at once. "ONE!" "TWO!!"
