#numberblock15

(fan art by my bestie julianne!)

Chapter 1

Life’s Sucks

Fifteen was working at her job. She was always bored at the agency, because they don’t really have any missions this week.Since she was in charge, you think that she would have at least ONE. She got in the lift and went down from her office on the 15th floor to the lobby. She liked going to the art gallery in the city, home of one of the best painters around, Seventeen. Seventeen’s studio was in the building and he ran it. He usually did his paintings in his signature style, painting 10 of the things white and red, and the 7 other ones each color of the rainbow. She got a

‘hello” or “hi” from the painter occasionally when she came visit the gallery. He was almost always usually busy making art for his gallery, but he usually upbeat, and sort of shy when he did greet her. She fixed her dark blue glasses and cyan blazer and walked into the gallery. She saw some new artwork, one piece catching her attention. It was 17 splatters, following Seventeen’s signature style. She was admiring the, art and thought,

“Hmm..great disposition...”

Her train of thought was interrupted by the sound of anger, the voice of from who sounded familiar.

“C’mon Seventeen!” The voice cried, “There’s only 1 sun, not 17!”

Fifteen recognized the voice immediately.

It was Seventeen.

She followed the voice to see Seventeen, struggling to paint a landscape.

“C’MON, SEVENTEEN!” Seventeen shouted at himself angrily, “WHY CAN’T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT!”

He threw the “messed up” painting angrily on the ground, with him falling to his knees, balling himself up.

Fifteen looked at the “messed up” painting.

“Well,” Fifteen began, talking to the painter, ““I think it looks beautiful.”

The sight of the woman and sound of her voice caught him off-guard, causing him to jump a little bit.

“How long were you standing there?” Seventeen asked Fifteen, surprised at the sight of her.

“Long enough to hear what you said.” Fifteen answered the painter.

“You’re creepy,” Seventeen began, “I like it.”

Fifteen let out a sheepish giggle.

“Thanks, I ge that a lot...” Fifteen told the painter.

“Well, I love the artwork!” Fifteen complemented the painter, “Say, my office is looking bland, I think I need someone’s who’s creative and great at painting to decorate it, I think I can use your talents.”

“Wow, um....” Seventeen thought about it.

“Don’t mess this  up Seventeen! She’s pretty and-and-and she’s-”

“Are you okay?” Fifteen asked the painter.

“YEAH!” Seventeen said in a panic, his cheeks turning bright pink.

“Seriously! We can’t do that!”  Seventeen’s thought’s fought him, “Oh my god, great going Seventeen!”

“Great!” Fifteen told Seventeen, her cheeks turning pink a bit.

“Keep it together, Fifteen! He may be cute, but you need to get back!” Fifteen’s thought’s battled her.

The two stared at each other for a little bit, until Fifteen’ communicator buzzed, but she let it go to voicemail.

“Uhhh Fifteen,” Thirteen’s voice began from the communicator in Fifteen’s blazer’s pocket, “We have a problem at headquarters!”

Fifteen picked up her communicator and answered him, “On my way!”

“Well,” Fifteen, handed Seventeen a business card for her agency, “See you soon!”

She almost left but forgot to introduce herself, “Oh!, and by the way I’m agent Fifteen.”

“Seventeen.” Seventeen introduced himself to the agent.

Fifteen turned the other way and started walking back to her headquarters. She left the gallery to see Ten nd Twelve walking with their group of 20 4 and 5 year-olds.

“Hi Twelve and Ten, hey little ones!” Fifteen greeted the group in a rush, "Bye you lot!”

“Hey!” Twelve and Ten said in unison.

The class looked at Fifteen.

“Lady!” The kids said in unison, “ladyyy!”

Fifteen continued her way back to her headquarters.

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“Fifteen!” Thirteen cried, “The cloning machine is stuck!”

“I’m coming, Thir- I mean 10 + 3!”  Fifteen told Thirteen, remembering not to say his name.

Fifteen didn’t know why, but Thirteen didn’t like when people say his name. She never knew why. She went to the machine and opened it’s wire panel and fixed the flaw. She nodded her head at Thirteen and went back to her office. She was wanting to go back to the gallery, but she’s a business woman, she doesn’t have time to go back! Besides, the painter would be coming to her office soon! She would get to see him and his art then! Fifteen felt this unknown feeling.

*a mysterious step shaped figure appears in front of Beanos/One, with a paw held to her mouth as if giggling.*

(First ask from Ghostly Fifteen herself! Hopefully Beanos/One isn’t scared to death)