evil and intimidating number ^v^

- one is such a lesbian im sorry omg

- since we still don't know a whole lot about her from before her recent cameos with her obsession towards two's powers, i'm about to make a whole lot of assumptions !! lol

- if you are an algebralien, your relationship is going to be a lot different compared to you being an object.

- in the past, you were definitely one of the very few people that she felt she could truly confide in.

- this leads to her being... not exactly 'clingy', but given that you're really the only person willing to interact with her, she doesn't have anyone else to hang out.

- she's incredibly good at going unnoticed and being sneaky, so she makes it a game to scare you by popping up behind you when she's bored.

- she finds it funny, while you just send her a half-hearted glare, "oh, chill out! your face is just too funny when you're scared!"

- (but if you genuinely express your dislike towards it, she'll feel a bit guilty and will stop doing it - the last thing she wants is to lose you.)

- there was a time when she scared you and you reflexively went to punch her, she was able to stop your movements with her powers before you actually landed a hit on her thou :>

- while you apologized, she brushed it off and was moreso surprised that you had it in you to make such a move.

- her love language is definitely acts of service.

- if you have anything to do, she will happily join you in completing it! even something as mundane as household chores or shopping, she'll be right by your side with a broom to clean, or holding your bags while you walk.

- she also really appreciates you doing the same for her,,

- given that the other algebraliens don't exactly like her, she's gotten used to having to do everything for herself without the slightest help from anyone else.

- so, seeing you offer to do literally ANYTHING for her without anything in return? her heart is bursting from her chest while trying to act nonchalant.

- no matter how close you two get, though, she'll always have an uncomfortable pit in her stomach that you'll leave her, that you'll realize the reasons that everyone else hates her, and that she'll be left alone again.

- to compensate, she'll lowkey spoil you and do anything to make you happy.

- she gets so nervous when you're upset, especially if its towards her, but she doesn't know how to work these problems through with you, so she tends to act like she doesn't care as a way to protect her own feelings.

- this can cause bigger problems between the two of you, since you need to be the person to confront the difficult areas of your relationship and force her to talk about it, despite her reluctance.

- however, if the tension goes on between you both for too long without you making any moves to mend it, one will take matters into her own hands (or, uh, her lack thereof).

- except she doesn't really know how/where to start, all she knows is that she hates the lack of YOU in her life since the tension took place, and that she needed to do something about it lest she go insane.

- she might try acting like nothing happened between you two... but when that doesn't work out, she'll try winning you over with items and material promises.

- of course, none of this actually involves sorting out any problems, and she's eventually pushed to apologizing directly to you and offering to work out a solution (after a very long time of putting off this confrontation).

- okok but!! if you're an object and you meet through the power of two!

- it's very different, she won't necessarily care for you at first - you're just another stepping stone to get to her main goal, after all.

- but whether she gains interest in you from observing you during challenges or from a direct interaction while attempting to get you to accept a deal with her,,

- one feels very conflicted.

- at first, she tries pushing them down (her feelings) and pretending that they don't exist, they'll only get in the way of what's important!

- until she can't, unable to ignore the surges of jealousy she feels when watching you interact with other objects, and dampening her mood when it isn't her down there, working through each challenge with you.

- it's enough to distract her from everything else, and one decides that acting on her feelings is necessary.

- at some point between you meeting her and developing feelings for her, you find yourself whisked away to her little domain when the competition is on break.

- since she can't really spend time near the hotel due to risking a confrontation with other objects, you find that her room becomes a second home to you.

- whether you're having a chat over a cup of tea, or simply doing your own things while enjoying the silence of each others company, one finds herself craving your companionship more than anyone else's before.

- however, no matter how deep your bond grows, she can't find herself trusting you with her plans.

- this could easily be a main source of conflict between the two of you, unless you're incredibly oblivious to her actions, but she will end the relationship between you both before revealing anything to you.

- if anything, it's out of fear of you hating her once you discover her intentions. and she can't bare the thought of you breaking everything off with her, so she would beat you to it to save her own feelings.

- BUT in a world where that isn't an issue, where everything is all sunshine and rainbows,,

- she wouldn't go outside on dates with you very often, preferring a quieter, more private, peaceful, and intimate setting with you.

- one acts like she'd rather not partake in any sort of cuddling, but sometimes the feeling of being held by you heals something deep inside her that she doesn't want to think about.

- she gets jealous easily, though, and will go out of her way to stand as near as possible to you when in public.

- if she had hands, she would totally keep one around your midsection (she may even use her magic in place of that).

- but she doesn't like being physically far from you, wanting to keep an eye on you at all times to the point where it may come across as stalker-ish or possessive.

- she doesn't really control you or your relationship with others, however, unless she holds a strong dislike towards a friend of yours.

- its moreso a trust-thing for her, there's usually a reason for her negative feelings towards a person, and she doesn't want to see you get hurt by them.

- i wouldn't sort her as a 'yandere' by any means, but she isn't afraid to go behind your back to threaten a few people if she notices any ill-intentions being held towards you.

- those objects that were constantly making fun of a fear of yours? huh, looks like YOU'RE a fear of theirs now! one says that she has no clue what happened. ..

- overall, she's a bit protective of you, and incredibly stubborn, but believes that you might be the best thing that has ever happened to her.

- she would make a deal with god himself if it meant keeping you safe.

The hotel was entirely silent, save for your shaking breaths that you attempted to keep under control and the occasional footsteps belonging to Pencil as she roamed the halls, searching for the last few objects left in today's competition.

TV's decision for a 'last man standing' challenge was a horrifying reveal, and you wished that everyone was a tad nicer to the mechanical objects in their teams — perhaps then, you wouldn't be stuck in this situation. Your situation being hiding from the main killer, of course.

Pencil had caught sight of you creeping around a corner, and had immediately taken after you. Out of pure luck, you avoided her for long enough to take cover in a guest room that had yet to be ravaged. You stood just behind the door, hoping that keeping it slightly ajar rather than closed would look less suspicious compared to the other doors that were open.

So far, it seemed to be working. Pencil hadn't found you yet, and you were hoping that she would soon give up and go after someone else.

With your shaky legs, terrified at the thought of your possible fate after seeing your teammates get killed off one by one, you attempted to shift your weight against the wall lest you lose your balance. You felt yourself jump as the door you had been hiding behind began to creak loudly in the silence, before noticing your foot had accidentally knocked against it.

Half a second passed with you inhaling nervously, before the door was ripped entirely open. Pencil, with her sickly green limbs, grinned above you as you stumbled backwards to the floor.

With nothing left to protect yourself, you were forced to beg for your life, "No, no, Pencil — come on, you don't have to do this. Don't... D-Don't... I could help you, I—"

"I don't need your help, I need to win this."

You felt the powers she had obtained lift you up, as she moved her hands into fists and pulled her arms apart in a stretching motion, willing the magic surrounding you to do the same. A choked gasp got caught in your throat as you felt yourself being pulled apart, unable to do anything but stare at Pencil's cold eyes.

Pencil gritted her teeth as she felt herself getting closer to more power, before a flash of blue overtook the entire room, blinding her. Instinctively, she dropped her hold on you to bring her arms up to her eyes.

"What—?" She muttered, staring at the now empty space in front of her, "Does — does that count..?"

You heaved in a breath, air finally entering your lungs, and fast, leaving you a coughing fit on the floor. Squinting your eyes open, you noticed the floor below you was different... and softer.

"...What the... H-How did you get here?" A blue object — er, an Algebralien, you supposed, called out in disbelief.

"I was just dealing with that stupid Leafy—I must've... swapped you out for her or something... Argh! Can't do anything right!" She became increasingly frustrated, kicking the ground.

Still reeling from your interaction with Pencil and your sudden appearance in front of this, frankly scary, number who was yelling at you, your heart began to race faster and you felt your body turning cold in fear.

Despite your attempts to hold it back, and still trying to get your breathing back to normal after practically choking at Pencil's hands, a sob escaped you. Your hands quickly moved to roughly wipe at your face, but the fear ran through you faster as tears kept falling.

At this point, you were confused and expecting to meet your death sooner or later, but it was being dragged out a little too long.

"I-I'm sorry, just let me go, please — I-I didn't want to be a part of this—"

"Hey — uh, calm down! I won't hurt you, just... Stop crying?" One awkwardly glanced down at you.

Your frightened appearance was starting to remind her of herself when Four sealed her into the moon, as she begged for any of the other Algebraliens to help her. However, her words did little to calm you down at the moment with the tone she was using.

Perhaps demanding you to 'stop crying' wasn't the right way to go about this...

Starting with a sigh, One kneeled down before you, "I was watching you earlier. You were hiding from Pencil, right? Well, she can't reach you from here — and she won't have all that power for long."

You sniffled, her words confusing you out of your state, "Wha-What do you mean?"

She looked surprised, "Oh, that doesn't matter right now! Hey, how about we sit on the couch instead? I'm sure it's a lot comfier than the floor over here..."

You shook your head, much to her disappointment, deciding you were too frightened to move from your spot and choosing not to trust the scary number in front of you that kept commanding you around. You curled in on yourself more, hiding your face in your arms.

"I guess we're staying on the ground then..." One sighed to herself, situating herself to be more comfortable in front of you.

After listening to your muffled cries and sniffles for a few moments more, One magicked a tissue box and dropped it on the ground with enough force to catch your attention. You lifted your head slightly to glance at the noise, before drifting back to One's gaze, who quickly averted her eyes.

With a shaky hand, you pulled out a couple tissues and wiped your face. The tense atmosphere was making One nervous, and you noticed this, figuring that she might've been less of a threat than you supposed, now that you had been given some time to breath.

"Who... Are you?"

"...You can call me One, I'm a... Friend of Two's," She figured it would make you more comfortable if she twisted the truth a little, "You can trust me."

You offered her an unsure glance, "Um, what were you doing with Leafy? B-Before you teleported me here?"

Not expecting you to have paid attention to her earlier ranting, she stumbled over a lie, "You see, I was actually a big fan of that whole... 'Dream Island' competition! I wanted to ask her more about it, you know?"

Seemingly believing her for the most part, you stared off into the floor and mumbled, "This contest is stupid, anyways..."

This caught One's attention, sensing a possible advantage from you if you were as averse to the competition as you said, "Why do you think that?"

"No one actually cares about me, the only reason I haven't been eliminated is because they don't even notice me there," You began, feeling yourself beginning to rant after having had no one to talk, "I only made it onto a team because they needed an extra member, I don't even think I care about this stupid 'power' anyways! I thought, maybe I'd make some friends by joining in, but everyone seemed to make their own alliances before I even got the chance..."

Tears welled up in your eyes before you could stop them, "—Sorry, I didn't mean to tell you all that."

While One couldn't lie, she certainly hadn't noticed you throughout the times she had stalked Two's little competition, but it had struck a chord within her to hear your ranting. She inched closer.

"I... I get it. Back then, I never really... Fit in, either. None of the others cared about me."

You felt the bite in her tone when mentioning 'the others', "I thought you said you were Two's friend?"

"None of them saw me as a friend."

Following her tone, you decided it was best to not push the topic any further. Choking back the lump in your throat, trying to push away the emotions from the rollercoaster you had been through, you wiped an arm over your eyes.

"Are you... Going to send me back?" You nervously murmured.

"We aren't so different," One started, "And I know you don't deserve to go back there just to be treated the way you were."

A hue of blue surrounded the tissue box on the floor that you had forgotten about, lifting a sheet from out of it and bringing it up to you, "T-Thank you..."

"How about you stay with me for a bit? I've got some time before I have to..." She cleared her throat, "Finish some business."

You gave her your permission, before the same blue magic as before began to surround you this time, straightening you out and helping you onto your feet. You stumbled for a moment, unused to being lifted up so easily, and were caught by One's body.

Mumbling out a short apology as you took a step back, you failed to notice the darker tint that had taken onto the Algebralien's cheeks at your contact.

"L-Lets sit somewhere more comfortable than the floor, shall we?" One offered, guiding you to her couch, "I think I've got a deal that you might like to hear..."