Fourteen had recently escaped from his holding cage, Making pranks and disasters to the algebraliens. It was something innocent, yes, until he ate the skin of ten.

The photo they had shown of ten without their skin was... disgusting, you wish you could get that out of your head.

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You sat under a tree, the breeze hitting your skin, (which you had to take care of until they catch fourteen again) was slightly warm. Watching the other algebraliens talk to each other, play, run. Swing on the swings, do sums. ¡Fun things!

You didn't look away when you heard footsteps approaching you. You don't care about who it was, I mean. Until the algebralien arrived in front of you.

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Looking up, your skin quickly paled. Fourteen, in front of you, he was eating the skin of ten.As he extended his hand with a piece of meat in his palm.

"You want to try?"

Wait...he wasn't going to kill you?

(He/him)