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In this universe, the objects believed that the algebraliens were gods.
One was the god of insecurities, no one prayed to her though,
or knew she was a god. She was as invisible as the moon,
begging to be seen.
Two was the god of responsibility. Many objects liked them,
but not as much as X was loved.
Three was the god of respect, who was X’s relative. They used to be loved, but something happened, years ago.
I was the god of talents. Not too many objects liked
me, but I did my job, so I was typically the leader.
X was the god of loyalty. Many objects loved and prayed to him.
I was tallying up rates between the gods, I know, woah, so smart, everyone says that. I’m proud of my talents, yet I can’t help but feel jealous of the other gods,
The way they got so much love.
And respect.
I want that. I REALLY want that. But I can’t be selfish, so I distanced myself from everyone, except X, just because they’re like my bond, I guess.
“Hey..Four! Right? I wanted to chat, the other gods arranged a meeting, come on buddy.”
Ugh. Its Two, I hate hearing their name, can it be censored already?
“Tch, why would I believe YOU, you stole the fans I should've had.”’
Two sighed. I can see the sweat dripping off of his face onto his laced collar.
“Four, please, come to the meeting. We all miss you being there.”
I sighed, and went to the meeting, and handed Two the count of objects praying to what god.
X was the n1 most prayed to, Two was second, I was third, per usual. Three was fourth, and One was last, the usual.
“Alright the usual. That's ok to hear.”
I saw Two and X blushing at each other, were they forming a bond? Romantically? Without him? Did X not wanna tell him?
After the meeting, I went to the equation playground, around midnight. I started scratching myself, I don’t know what I felt, sad, mad, I just knew I wasn’t happy. At all.
I was so carried away, I didn’t notice BOTH X and Two were right behind me, I felt a soft palm on my right arm, and a softer palm on my left. They pulled me up and off the ground.
I heard X speak with their squeaky voice I’ve started to love.
“FOUUR!”
I tensed up. I wanted to avoid the question, make up an excuse?
And then I heard that HEAVY British accent.
“Stop and look at us, please?”
I felt both of their breath against my face.
It felt like I was on those marshmallow felted clouds.
Like what people would dream about.
Oh gosh. Am I falling for both of them?
I looked at them. X had his puffy yellow afro tied into 2 buns, and gorgeous blue eyes.
Two had their green hair down, that ended on their chin, like a pixie cut with a side bang.
I felt Two pick me up, and X bandaging my arms.
I closed my eyes, right there.
Like if I closed my eyes, I would rest in peace.
And be known as a leader.
A few hours later, I woke up in between X and Two, and they were both asleep.
I tried getting up, and then Two tightened their grip.
“Mhmh, Foursie, what time is it..”
Stupid British guy.
I pushed them away, god, I HATE them.
But I also feel butterflies while around them sometimes.
Oh dear infinity, why am I like this.
When I pushed Two away, I guess it wasn’t strong enough to get out of their arms
I felt X’s hand in my ragged, knotted hair.
I feel so guilty not telling them I’m trans
They always thought I was a real boy.
I wonder when they’ll find out,
Their reactions.
Would they be mad at me? Oh dear infinity,
I hope not.
I accidentally brushed my leg on Two, and he felt my legs.
“Did you chop off your dick?”
I froze up. Was Two about to find out?
“Huh?”
Two was extremely concerned, I can tell from his face.
Did he SERIOUSLY think I chopped my dick off?
I don’t even have a dick.
I felt X stir,
Oh infinity, they were both extremely cute.