#ro: zero

They didn’t know if they had a soul anymore. They supposed they had to, since guilt gnawed at their conscience whenever their thoughts were not busy. 

If they had no soul, would they be able to be haunted by the ghosts of their victims? Would they feel so hollow, so cold inside?

They just felt so… “Zero.” Empty. “Zero, where is your mind right now?” Will my hands ever be clean, will they always be stained by blood? “Zero, I am going to touch your hands now.” Who would dare to touch a person—no, a monster—that took so many lives, and destroyed even more?

Cold fingers traced shapes onto their skin. “What am I drawing, Zero?”

“A circle,” they croaked out. It sounded so strained, so pained. Tears stabbed at their eyes. The fingers moved again. “A triangle.” Nothing but ghostly touches, as delicate as a butterfly’s wing. “A square.” They could slowly breathe again. Arctic blue eyes stared back at them, piercing and cold.

“What color is my sweater?” Moving their gaze away from those eyes took more effort than snapping the neck of a mercenary. 

“Brown, like the coffee with milk.” Three’s lips twitched in a shadow of a smile. “I’m fine, Three.” They hated how exhausted and defeated they sounded. 

“It would be better for all of us if you were a better liar,” Three’s comment made them drop their gaze to the ground. “Four blue things around us?”

“The sky, the car, your eyes.”

“That’s three.”

“You have two eyes.”

Hehe Hehe I made something @thenumbersgameif

This is Zero, they are a RO for the numbers game if.

I didn't think I could fall more in love with Zero but after spending all this hours listening to the Playlist Lin made for them while drawing, I was wrong. The Playlist was awesome and I know we mostly bully them for they favoritism towards Four, but the Playlist made me see and imagine the other parts of them and i just fell more heads over heels.

This was my first time drawing scars so I hope I did almost ok.

I do plan on drawing the other numbers just I need time and... Sleep.

Sexuality: Demisexual

Age: 29 years old

Height: 198 cm

Weapon of Choice: Knives, blades

Special Talent: immortality (comes back to life after every death; limited regeneration factor)

Expertise: Knives (fighting, throwing), marksmanship (in range of weapons)

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Tropes: Hallmark; Exes to Lovers // Secret Relationship // Friends to Lovers

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Physical Description: thin, small lips; oval face; chin length, raven black, wavy hair; charcoal black eyes; lean and athletic built; extensive scarring on the right side of their face, ear and around their right eye; smaller and older scars all over their body

Skin tone reference: click

Ethnicity: Bulgarian (South Slavic)

Nationality: American

Picrew: click

Angst polycule situation when Four still doesn’t remember what they did or why everyone hates them now.

“What… what on earth happened?” Zero’s voice was so full of disbelief and confusion, you physically cringed. You’ve seen them broken, you’ve seen them working, but this was something else.

You almost felt like a child caught by the parent, doing something you shouldn’t have. 

Your hands dripped red, soaking through the bandages, and your muscles ached—skin burning, droplets of sweat running down your spine. 

“Kurwa,” One’s voice sounded as if they were behind a glass wall, “you bloody idiot, the fuck you did this for? I swear I’ll tie you to that cot—“

“One.” Three’s stern tone cut them off, before they could continue. Your head was pounding, and there was a familiar, constant and stabbing pain behind your eyes. You were exhausted, but you refused to move—rooted in your place.

You could see everyone staring at you, with a variety of reactions. Zero was worried, as always. One was furious—nothing new. Three seemed annoyed, disappointed. And Five… they just seemed like they’ve seen the exact same image of you before. 

“You should be resting, Four. You’re still recovering,” Five’s gentle voice soothed your racing thoughts, although it was hard to understand them through the buzzing sound ringing in your ears.

One shook their head, making a step towards you. You noticed a first aid kit in their hands. “Stupid idiot, why would you do something like that,” they muttered. Something snapped inside you.

“I want to deserve you.” You blurted out, startling everyone. Zero and Five exchanged worried glances, while Three was still processing what you just said. One was the only person who’s expression barely changed. They still looked angry… but also scared. Why would they be scared? “I’m trying to deserve you.” You reiterated, your gaze dropping to the floor.

You knew you hurt all of them at some point—before you lost your memories. Even if Zero and Five seemed to have forgiven you, and Three and One moved past it with time, you felt that you’ve done nothing to deserve their loyalty, love or affection. How could you, when you couldn’t even honestly apologize for your misdeeds?

“Hey, dummy,” One’s gloved hands gently slapped your face, forcing you to look at them. It was more a brush, truly, yet the sudden contact made you react instantly. “You deserve us already.” There was raw conviction in their voice and it made your knees weak. As if held up tension suddenly left your body.

Three moved closer, carefully observing your damaged hands. “You know it’s true, One wouldn’t lie to make you feel better and you know it.” Fair point.

You could see Five moving in the background, shooting you quick glances. There was a bowl of water in their hands, and a clean towel. 

“You don’t have to deserve someone’s affection, Four. Just… be.” Zero’s warm smile forced your own lips to mimic the expression. 

[below there is a drabble of villain-leaning MC x Zero, with subtle nsfw undertones]