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"I enjoy the company of Four and Seven," Two said. "Which times do you enjoy the most?"
"I enjoy the company of Four and Seven," Two said. "Which times do you enjoy the most?"
"I've only met you. I did like Twelve, at the setup of the app."
"Twelve is a nice man," Two agreed. "He is very sweet, if immature."
"How long until I meet someone else?" Orion asked. "I mean, I really like you. But. . ."
Two paused for a minute, then looked up.
"Five minutes," he said, a touch of sadness coming to his eyes.
"Why are you sad?" Orion asked, Thirteen meowing. "What?"
"I only have four more minutes." Two let out a breath. The screen glitched, more words added.
"I only have four more minutes with you."
"What do you mean? Where will you go?"
"Where does code go when not in use-?" The glitch came quickly, blocking it out.
"I'll go back to my home," Two said.
"Your code just stops running for a while. What do you mean?"
"It's like a cage-" The glitches were getting quicker.
"Don't you go back home after a long day at work?"
"How do I get you out then?" Orion was getting worried now. This didn't seem like a game.
"I-" Two was interrupted by a large clock coming on to the screen, bringing Orion back to the main screen. It changed, from 2:59 to 3:00.
Two was gone, replaced by a man in flaming red clothes.
"What? Who are you?"
"Hey there, I'm Three!" The man smirked, pointing to himself. "I'll be taking care of you for the next hour! Yeah!" The man had a large coat hanging from his shoulders, the arms hanging out like scarf ends. He looked arrogant, and prideful.
"Ugh. You seem obnoxious as hell," Orion said.
The time change had brought Orion back to the main screen, the same buttons there as before. Still, Three frowned for just a moment when Orion said this.
"You can hear me?" Orion asked.
Three looked away from the screen for a moment, but soon he was back to his default smirk. Still, the answer was clear- he could.
"To be fair, you do look annoying." Orion typed, "Are you trapped like Two?"
Three had scowled at the first part, but his eyes widened and he pulled back some in shock.
"What was he talking about with you?!"
"Um. He-" Orion stopped. This seemed a little bit dangerous. "He was stuck pulling weeds in his garden." Orion winced inwardly. That was the worst cover-up in the history of anything ever being covered up.
Three frowned deeply, his hands going to his hips.
"That sounds like the bastard." Still, there was something about Three, like he was nervous about something.
''What's wrong?'' Orion typed in.
"Hm? Nothing," Three said, looking away. "Just seem you'd much rather talk about Two than talk to me for real."
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