Every Me Loves Every You

          ↳ Day 9 ✩ Metatron

It took Balthazar - and the rest - a moment to realize, but that still left one person. He’d hardly noticed them, hanging back as they had by Door 4 with Duo, Quatre, and Ace. Nor had he heard them say a word since.

The ninth player blinked nervously at the sudden attention, their restless eyes sliding from person to person. Their greying, bird’s nest hair stood up all over, and they were clearly sweating under their moss brown, knitted cardigan.

Quatre, standing closest to them, leaned in slightly.

“You’re 9, right?” she asked.

“W-what do you think?” they snapped at her, although they did extend a rather shaky arm to prove their point.

Quatre was unamused. “Then what’s your code name?” she snapped back, arms crossed.

“I don’t n-need a–c-code name,” Number Nine stammered, albeit with a strange sort of confidence. Quatre raised an eyebrow.

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not going to s-stay here…with the rest of y-you…”

There was something ever-so-slightly ominous in Number Nine’s tone, and Balthazar tensed himself. Seven and Lotus, at least, seemed to feel similarly.

“What’s your plan, then?” Quatre looked cautious.

Number Nine’s bloodshot eyes flicked over to rest on her. “You…s-sure you want to k-know?”

THE GANG’S ALL HERE!!