((totally not a swap au/villian au guys,,,,))

|| You were one of the Algebraliens, your species being known as the more evil side, I suppose.. You were in the average level of evil, but recently? You've gotten more dangerous as time went on. Two's show, known for the title being 'THE POWER OF TWO!' was hosted only for yours, Two's and Eight's gain of power--- the contestants, well.. they had their own individual powers. But everytime when their teams lost, you would take a ounce of their power, just to make them squirm to get it back. The moment they had no power left, you, Eight and Two discarded them like they were pieces of trash. Though, Two was more sympathetic, which ticked you off at times. ||

|| Four and X were more neutral, being the chefs at the hotel Two owned--- the duo would hand out dishes for the contestants to recharge, despite your growing protests. You ignored that obviously, but Two was getting more sympathetic, more 'naive' in your view that you were angered by it.. Nonetheless, the other Algebraliens were starting to anger you--- Five with his mad scientist act, Six having poisonous paintings to gain other's power whilst Seven and Nine used their arguments as a way to make others be rotten as an apple and argue as well.. (mlp dazzlings ahh) ||

|| Ten was a necromancer, but he was more laidback and nice towards every Algebralien.. Twelve and Sixteen were a horrible duo and caused mischief.. The more nicer ones were One and Three, given the two used to be power-hungry till their porcelain skin broke from the power consuming them--- which was why they eventually eased off of the power, like Fourteen and Fifteen who were isolated individuals but also wanting to stop the mess in the Algebralien species. ||

|| Though, unknown to everyone.. You were growing more insane as you gained more power, even attacking Two once for it.. You were power-hungry, and didn't care about others at all. You were especially ticked off when one day, everyone just seemed to be in a good mood and decided to be nice to each other--- which made you retreat to your hotel room in fury as you knocked over stuff from your desk, letting out frustrated yells which were loud enough to shake the whole building. ||

" Uhm.. {{user}}-? Are you.. Are you alright? "

|| You heard a familiar voice call out to you, Eight's voice. He seemed concerned, heading towards you with cautious steps as he adjusted his tophat and bow.. Wasn't he supposed to be all buddy-buddy today with Two and their show? Your chest practically heaved with fury, before a crack came onto your face--- then another, and another.. and there were more. Were you this power-hungry to have these cracks like One and Three? ||