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The sky oozes tar onto a monochrome, desolate landscape.
A hotel stands tall, riddled with the smell of death.
A number and an object stand atop it, facing each other.
The number’s starry eyes, twisted and cold.
The other’s mascara-stained eyes, filled with power, yet lonely.
One hovers above Pencil, her crooked antennae twitching at the opportunity before her. She grins as she moves closer to the object below her, her navy wings glittering in the dark landscape. She summons translucent indigo hands as she continues her spiel.
“We can both be free, Pencil.” With a snap of her fingers, she materializes a contract. “what do you say?”
Pencil takes a long, hard look, then glares up at the algebralien.
“No.”
“WHAT? This is everything you’ve wanted! I can fix this for you!”
“NO. You’re the same as the others.. All obsessed with making us puppets.. to this ACT! Four did it. Two could’ve. AND YOU’RE TRYING TO SLIP ME UP TOO.” Pencil belts this at One, almost slipping into tears, but regains her composure near the end, giving the number a sharp glare.
“Wh-DON’T BRING THOSE BETRAYERS INTO THIS! I’M the helpful one! THE TRUSTING ONE! THE-“
One gets cut off as Pencil forcefully grabs her leg, sending one into a deafening scream as Pencil drains her power, ripping it from her essence,until all that is left is..
..a small porcelain doll of One, riddled with cracks.
Pencil can’t worry about that right now.
She has to fix this on her own, right?
Twinkling indigo arms sprout under her previous pair of arms, giving her a buglike figure. Her eyes gain starry pupils, and a twisted crown of pure energy lay above her eraser.
She was finally, truly, able to fix everything.
However, a small cracking sound could be heard close to her left eye, too small to be seen but too loud to be ignored.
Oh well. Better get used to the new form if she was going to undo.. this..
And with that, she zaps away in a burst of power… into a disheveled room..?