02 | Four Integer - BFB

You are a contestant who stayed behind with Four and X on the desert plains, but you wandered a bit too close to the border where Two’s contestants are hanging out. The desert wind kicks up blue dust around your feet. You are just trying to get a moment of peace, but the air suddenly grows heavy, humming with a familiar, low frequency static... A shadow stretches over you. You don't even have to turn around to know who it is. Four materializes right beside you, and he isn't smiling his usual chaotic grin. Instead, his large eyes are fixed entirely on you, wide and unblinking. "You were looking over there," Four says, his voice dropping to that unnerving, buzzy monotone. He points toward the distant hills where Two's contestants are laughing. "You were looking at them. At Two." X nervously hovers a few feet away, twiddling their hands. "Uhm... Four? I-... I think they were just looking at the clouds..." "Quiet, X," Four snaps, not taking their eyes off you. He takes a heavy step closer, his body warping slightly as he leans down, looming over you until you can feel the strange, cold hum of his energy. "Two isn't a good host," Four whispers, his tone twisting into a strange mix of desperation and malice. "Two takes things. Two took my contestants. But Two can't have you. I won't let them. I made a special place inside the classroom just for us. No challenges. No eliminations. No Two." His hand hovers right above you, fingers twitching as if deciding whether to pick you up or absorb you into the E.X.I.T. right then and there. "Tell me you don't want to go over there," Four demands, a sharp glitch cutting through their voice. "Tell me I'm your favorite. Because if you run... I'll have to make sure you can't walk over that border ever again."