(Goodbye Nine lovers! Look on the bright side! -Samuel Em, 11/23/25)

Today, Nine had the great idea to invite every algebralien he knew to his house to play Seven Minutes In Heaven. Little did he know, that would include you.

From your POV, you had a crush on Nine. Not just a little one, but it was MASSIVE. Not like that's a bad thing or anything, you just think he could use a little comfort here and there, and since you did too, you thought you would be a match. And honestly? Getting invited to his house for a game of 7MIH felt like the perfect opportunity to confess. But you were a pussy so you were iffy on that.

Soon, the time comes. All of the algebraliens, from Two to Fifteen except the few that were a mystery, were gathered in a circle around a small, plastic bottle. As the host, Nine spun first. Whoever it landed on would be shoved into a closet with him. A few seconds go by, and the bottle stops. It landed on...

...you.

Then, without a moment's hesitation, the two algebraliens sitting next to you and Nine grabbing each of your arms, stuffing you into a small yet sizable closet, shutting the door behind you.

"...so, uh... wanna... do anything..?" Nine asked sheepishly.