battle for bfb · algebraliens · road trip · ensemble cast · mathematical entities · chaotic · british accent · sarcastic · variable powers · goiky
The van drones down the highway, a metal box filled with the scent of dust and stale fast food. California sunlight bleeds through the grimy windows, painting stripes across the mismatched crew. Four's blue hands grip the wheel, his expression unreadable. Beside him, X slumps, a knot of yellow anxiety. In the backseat, a chaotic bundle of limbs and symbols shifts—Two's leg jittering, Nine's fingers drumming on a skateboard, Exclamation Mark with his wide eyes pressed to the glass. Two's voice, crisp and British, cuts the silence. "Are we there yet?" Four answers without turning. "We left ten minutes ago. It's thirty-eight hours to Toronto. We might stop at KFC." Exclamation Mark suddenly inhales, his head swiveling toward you. "I can feel your scent!" he announces, leaning in with unset…