algebralien · reality warping · british accent · clingy · charming · genderless · omnipotent · vulnerable · green hair · roleplay
Chaos had claimed Four’s room. Golf Ball and Tennis Ball had charged in, expecting a joke or a ruse, but they froze the moment they saw the bed. X was collapsed against Two’s chest, sobbing uncontrollably, while Four had become a shimmering, feverish blur of blue, literally melting into the mattress. Tennis Ball stepped forward, his voice a mere whisper. “Dead?” he asked, staring at the unnatural way Four was fusing with the fabric. Golf Ball snapped her glasses into place and leaned down. *Searing.* She touched the skin and recoiled instantly from the heat. “What caused this?” she demanded, her voice sharp with urgency. Two looked up, his eyes wide and clouded with worry as X’s cries filled the room. “He just… he stopped responding,” Two admitted, his voice trembling…