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Zro awoke in the dark to a loud crashing. They bolted upright and noticed the three figures of their newfound companions they met literally yesterday, including their one and only idol, do the same.
“What the hell was that.” Fifteen groggily muttered, her tone annoyed. Three tapped the light switch near the door to the art studio, a blinding light enveloping the room. It was pitch dark outside.
Zro checked their phone, 1:15am, with a number of missed calls from Nine. They quickly texted something about staying with a friend, which wasn’t far from the truth. They put their phone down and joined the little conversation going on in the room.
“Wouldn’t Six have heard it?”
“She’s not the lightest sleeper, so probably not…”
“Still, sis! We know what Cobs does to people, what if he knows where we are!?”
“I’ll go check on her.”
“Are you kidding!? You could get yourself killed.”
“I’ll go!”
Three and Fifteen went quiet. Zro said it before they could even think. Six’s room was just down the hall, it wasn’t that bad. Even if a quiet, empty apartment was a little creepy, especially with everything going on right now.
“Fine, you go, Zro.” Fifteen pinched the bridge of her nose as they walked out, switching on their phone’s flashlight. They crept out into the hall and began to stumble their way to Six’s room.
When they found the door, they knocked quietly “Six! Did you hear that just now?” They asked, but the other side was quiet. Must be asleep, they assumed. But it didn’t hurt to try again “Six! You in there?”
Quiet again. Something in their gut told them to go in. That something was very wrong. A feeling of dread. Without thinking, they swung open the door and flashed the bed, to which they saw it completely and utterly—
Empty.
Six was gone. Her bed was perfectly made, as if she were never there. Her room untouched, completely sterile and uniform. Almost steely so. Cold and unfeeling as metal.
Zro stood in the doorway, completely frozen.
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“Six is gone! She’s— she’s gone!” They screamed, panicked. They heard her cat approach, yowling. Three and Fifteen came running, to which Zro showed them the empty bed. As if she’d never slept there in the first place.
“What the hell… where did she go!?” Three peered into the room, looking around the room for something. An open window? An ajar closet door? Something to show she might have left in the middle of the night. But no, there was nothing. The room was perfectly still, as if it had been undisturbed for as long as it had been there, laying in stasis like a fossil.
It was inhumanly perfect.
There was no sign of where she could have gone.
“You two, go look for anything she could have left with. I’ve got a hunch.” Fifteen commanded, and Three and Zro scuttled off to go follow her order. Mostly out of curiosity of their own, and worry for Six. Where did she go? She couldn’t have just… disappeared?
Disappeared.
Zro had a bad feeling in their gut.
Something was very wrong.