[You're Six.]

Six had been noticing that anyone she talked to would dissapear within a day or two. Except, of course, Nine. First, it was Eight, then Seven, then Five. Six had genuinely become depressed because she lost most of her friends. Now, she's worried that Nine is next.

Six ran up to Nine, hugging them tightly.

"Six? Are you okay?" Nine said, with a mischevious smirk.