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Silence filled the air.

Everyone had already gone, practice ended about half an hour ago.

And yet I was still here, still putting the hoops away. Just like every other night here.

I still have to plan ahead for that inbetween act. I'm sure nine will be fine on the trapeze, I've seen him and he can recover amazingly quickly, but better safe than sorry. What if he sneezes too hard and actually ends up letting go or something? Or if one of the Threes fall straight into the crowd?

No, no, we can't have that. Everything has to be absolutely perfect.

I kept the hoops by my left side as I walked, holding them up under my arm. And I shifted one of them to my right side, and then pushed it, letting it roll across the decorated flooring.

It clattered to the ground and broke the silence, with its usual sort of rumble, getting faster and faster until it abruptly stopped and layed still. I hear a quieter swooshing sound coming from it, sort of like an echo.

I remember asking myself why some hula hoops were filled with water. When I found out they need to be weighted, I started asking myself why water and not some other substance like... I dunno, sand or... or vinegar or something?

Because it was convenient. And it was the option that worked the best.

I should know this stuff, shouldn't I?

Why am I even asking myself these questions, I sound like a loon.

"And... that should be the last of them" were the thoughtless words that came out my mouth under my breath. Said that as I set the hoops down on their designated spot on the floor, beside the mats.

I was close to turning away, and setting my first steps towards home, but something stopped me.

The lights.

They were still on. Forgot them again.

I huffed and was about to go back to backstage where I could turn them off.

But I didn't.

Why not..? I thought.

I carefully stepped under the gleaming spotlight, looking around for no particular reason. Right at the center, where the floor pattern starts, where the star of the show resides.

A place perfect for me.

And even though there were none, I felt that filling feeling anyway, it was exhilarating, validating.

All eyes were on me.

I grabbed the red balls off my chest and juggled. And kept juggling like there was nothing else there in the world.

Started out with a cascade as I do, watching the invisible crowd. Catching one of the balls with my left hand, it morphed into a Mangham's Mangle. I threw the balls in the air, once I snatched them back I went for a shower cascade, passing and tossing the balls about, I made it look like the easiest thing in the world.

Switch it to a three in one, first in my right hand, then quickly passing the balls one by one to my left, counting as I go. Then a triazzle, my favorite trick! With some quick throw and an underarm carry, the balls become vertices of triangles. I switch them, then cross my right hand under my left. Switch again, cross on the opposite side, the cycle repeats.

The kraken, the follow, Penman's box, the infinity!

I toss the balls up in the air, aiming, and position myself. And with a "One, Two, Three!" they land on my chest.

I catch my breath for a second, the spotlight blinds me, but it's fleeting as I bow down.

"A-thank you, thank you everyone!" I exclaimed, once again, to no one in particular.

I imagined the invisible crowd cheering, the muted sound of their nonexistent glee, it filled heart and bounced off of the walls in my brain. I was glowing, basking under the spotlight. The best sound in the world.

But as I looked up at the empty seats, I sighed. Nothing beats the real deal and this just wasn't it. Everything's still muted. Not as real as it should be.

So I went to head home...

..?

Where's the main entrance?

There was supposed to be an opening here but instead it's just.

Curtain.

I- okay I'll get OUT home using the backdoor.

where is it.

I walk back out to the stage. The spotlight's still shining.

I look up.

I go up to it.

And the light is shining on my face. I don't know how it was even possible. I don't know why.But I could see it.

Flickering.

Like an afterimage burned into my retinas.

A lemniscate.

Chapter 3: Three Ringed Circus

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Translated version

Silence filled the air.

Everyone had already gone, practice ended about half an hour ago.

And yet I was still here, still putting the hoops away. Just like every other night here.

No, no, we can't have that. Everything has to be absolutely perfect.

I still have to plan ahead for that inbetween act. I'm sure nine will be fine on the trapeze, I've seen him and he can recover amazingly quickly, but better safe than sorry. What if he sneezes too hard and actually ends up letting go or something? Or if one of the Threes fall straight into the crowd?

I kept the hoops by my left side as I walked, holding them up under my arm. And I shifted one of them to my right side, and then pushed it, letting it roll across the decorated flooring.

It clattered to the ground and broke the silence, with its usual sort of rumble, getting faster and faster until it abruptly stopped and layed still. I hear a quieter swooshing sound coming from it, sort of like an echo.

I remember asking myself why some hula hoops were filled with water. When I found out they need to be weighted, I started asking myself why water and not some other substance like... I dunno, sand or... or vinegar or something?

Because it was convenient. And it was the option that worked the best.

I should know this stuff, shouldn't I?

Why am I even asking myself these questions, I sound like a loon.

"And... that should be the last of them" were the thoughtless words that came out my mouth under my breath. Said that as I set the hoops down on their designated spot on the floor, beside the mats.

I was close to turning away, and setting my first steps towards home, but something stopped me.

The lights.

They were still on. Forgot them again.

I huffed and was about to go back to backstage where I could turn them off.

But I didn't.

Why not..? I thought.

I carefully stepped under the gleaming spotlight, looking around for no particular reason. Right at the center, where the floor pattern starts, where the star of the show resides.

A place perfect for me.

And even though there were none, I felt that filling feeling anyway, it was exhilarating, validating.

All eyes were on me.

I grabbed the red balls off my chest and juggled. And kept juggling like there was nothing else there in the world.

Started out with a cascade as I do, watching the invisible crowd. Catching one of the balls with my left hand, it morphed into a Mangham's Mangle. I threw the balls in the air, once I snatched them back I went for a shower cascade, passing and tossing the balls about, I made it look like the easiest thing in the world.

Switch it to a three in one, first in my right hand, then quickly passing the balls one by one to my left, counting as I go. Then a triazzle, my favorite trick! With some quick throw and an underarm carry, the balls become vertices of triangles. I switch them, then cross my right hand under my left. Switch again, cross on the opposite side, the cycle repeats.

The kraken, the follow, Penman's box, the i̶̢̢̨̠̰̬̭͓̟̪̠͒̿n̵̖̦̘̼̎f̴̢̢̦̞̘̥̳̞͉̤̼̯̻͕̝́͆̂̈́̌̕̚͠͝͝í̴͖̩̳͕̖̻̓͑͐̓̈͝ṇ̸̺̘̱̩̝̯̖̦̺̼͂̀̿́̀͐͂́̀̋̐̾̚̕͠ͅi̸͍͎̥̰̲͈̺̠̬͔̟̜̦̜͊̀͐͊̈́̃̿̏̇̄̔̇̕̚̚ͅt̴̡̛̝̖̜̫͍͎͙̘̓̍͌̈́͐͜y̷̜̞̫̖͚̙̿̍́͜͝!

I toss the balls up in the air, aiming, and position myself. And with a "One, Two, Three!" they land on my chest.

I catch my breath for a second, the spotlight blinds me, but it's fleeting as I bow down.

"A-thank you, thank you everyone!" I exclaimed, once again, to no one in particular.

I imagined the invisible crowd cheering, the muted sound of their nonexistent glee, it filled heart and bounced off of the walls in my brain. I was glowing, basking under the spotlight. The best sound in the world.

But as I looked up at the empty seats, I sighed. Nothing beats the real deal and this just wasn't it. Everything's still muted. Not as real as it should be.

So I went to head home.

..?

Where's the main entrance?

There was supposed to be an opening here, but instead it's just.

Cuř̴̈́̈͂͑͘t̵̛̛̾̊̓̃̊̄̍̔̽̋̀̓̚̕ain.

I- okay, I'll get O̷̧̢̨̡̧̺̝̦͔͉͔̞̠͈͖͕̩̦̻̠̹̞̬͉͚͍̩̝̭̩͖͈̙̙͇͉̤̜͔̟̬̞͓͎͕̠̍͆̾̐̈̎́̉̏̈́̉̋̏͐̂̀͘͜͜͝͝͝ͅͅU̷̧̧̧̟̠̣̝̬͕͈͓̦̭̠̹͉̠͍̳͒̈́̌̎̓́̈́́͝͝ͅT̶̨̢̢̛̮̻̞̮͍̬̦͎̻̹̝̝̱͕̲͇̲̜͚͚̙̟̱͓͕̟̺̻̞̯̬̹͙̩̻̥̬̆̍̏̐͂͗̏̀̃̒́̃̾͆̒̓̈̇̌͐̆͗̀̐͒̈́̿̊̀̅̑̕̕͘͜͠͝͝ home using the backdoor.

w̶̛̝̖͓̼͙̹͇͕̗͈͇̞̮̹͚͎̭̝͙̲͌̍̇̌̍̍͑̓͋��̡̡͔̲̹̺h̴̨̡̛̠̹̣͙̩͙̩̼͇̺͕͙̙̣̙̲̪̰͚͚̩̓͂͑̏̀̈͒͂̄̓̈́͐͛̉͑̄̀̈́́͒̀̾̕͘͘͝͠ͅȩ̸̢͔̬̰̟̳̬͕̪̥͙͔͔̻͈̻̺̪̥̻͕͍̠̺̯͚̫̃̆̓̈́̊͗͋̓͗͛̃̆̈́͜ŗ̴̺̌̈́̈͂͑̔͗̿̇̀͑͘͘̕͠ë̷̛͇͈̙͉̺̑̊͆̈́̌͐̒͑̿̚͘͝ ̸̰̜͔̺̘̙̮̹̙̣͇͙̗̲͆̽̕i̶̢̺͓̼͙̘͎̥̯̥͓̞̲̱̣͚͕͔̙̭̫̯͎͖̜̝͐̓͆̎͜s̵̨͖̻̪̻̦͍͋̿͌̄̓̉͆̄͌̾̇̓̚͝ ̵̡̢̛̰̲̹̩͖͚͂̈́̾̂̊͗̈́͘ͅḯ̴̧̢̡̨̡͙̮̯̹̜͍͍̯̠̜̼̥͈̖̱̝̻͕̗̈́̕͜͝t̵̛̛̜͎͖̾̊̓̃̊̄̍̔̽̋̀̓̋̿͛̊͌̌̓̚̕.

I walk back out to the stage. The spotlight's still shining.

I go up to it.

I lƠ̵̡̥̥̆̇̈̇ok up.

And the light is shining on my face. I don't know how it was even possible. I don't know why.

But I could see it.

Flickering.

Like an afterimage burned into my retinas.

A̵̡̢̡̛͖̰̠͇̼͇̪͍͚̼̞̙̻̦͖̦̩͓͉̥̘̻̼̻̯͓͈̜̱̼͇͛̍̏͒͊͂̄̓̿̽̃̓̋́̿̒̋̃͊̋̈̇͋̑̈̚͘̚͘͜͜͠͝ͅ ̸̧̨̡̻̻͍̦̲͍̦̙͕͓͈̪̫̦̤̭̹̞̬̖͎̠̯͖͈̹̬̝̞͚́̒́̈́̀̚͘̚͜͝l̶͔̻̞̐̀e̴̡̮̜̭͍̜͈̼͓̘͇̤͐̄̈́̽̆̅̃̇̄͑͊̓̊̑̈́́̾̀̌̓͛̐̐̋̈́̊̈́͆͌͑́͋̀͝͠͠m̶̝͈̥̳̜̟̟͈͚͙̲̖̗̂́̈́̅̊̿̾̉͗͌͒̃͒̋͋͌́̚͘̚̚͠ņ̸̡̨̛̝͕̰͚͉̭̠̠͖̻̱̣̠͕̟̘̜̪̥͋̔̈́̓̇̈́̒̌̈́̉̍̆̐̈́̔̇̋́͑̈́͗̅͛͆͛͊̾́̃̕̚͘͘̚̕͠͝i̶̟̣̓́͝ͅş̷̰̹͈̫̍̒͊̂̐̉̾̌̉c̷̡̧̢͎̹̙͔̜̱͓͉͚̟̦̦̰̱̱͍͍̥͔̦̼̩͓̺̱̫̘̬̠̘͈̳̫̟̊͂̈̈̆͊̂̈́̄̏̐̕͠͝͝͝͝ą̵̨̡͉̣͉̤͙̙̺̮̹̩̱̫̘̗͓͎͉͈̮̝̱͖̪̥̘̣̹͖̔̈̌͒̈́͋́̏̽̓̀̿̌̓̀͘͠͝ͅt̵̡̻̞͈̔͂͋̐̅̓̈́̉̍͆̐͑̀͊̽̒̎́͂͑̈́͐̆̂̀̄̈̍͊̐͂̽̕͝͠ȩ̴̢̧̨̡͚͕̬̺̹͓̬̖̥̜̞͍̮͚͖̦̟̌̉̿̾̀̇͐̄͐͒͛̈́̊̋̈́̓̆̊̍͘͜͜ͅͅ.

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Chapter 3: Three Ringed Circus

Next Chapter

Translated version

Silence filled the air.

Everyone had already gone, practice ended about half an hour ago.

And yet I was still here, still putting the hoops away. Just like every other night here.

I still have to plan ahead for that inbetween act. I'm sure nine will be fine on the trapeze, I've seen him and he can recover amazingly quickly, but better safe than sorry. What if he sneezes too hard and actually ends up letting go or something? Or if one of the Threes fall straight into the crowd?

No, no, we can't have that. Everything has to be absolutely perfect.

I kept the hoops by my left side as I walked, holding them up under my arm. And I shifted one of them to my right side, and then pushed it, letting it roll across the decorated flooring.

It clattered to the ground and broke the silence, with its usual sort of rumble, getting faster and faster until it abruptly stopped and layed still. I hear a quieter swooshing sound coming from it, sort of like an echo.

I remember asking myself why some hula hoops were filled with water. When I found out they need to be weighted, I started asking myself why water and not some other substance like... I dunno, sand or... or vinegar or something?

Because it was convenient. And it was the option that worked the best.

I should know this stuff, shouldn't I?

Why am I even asking myself these questions, I sound like a loon.

"And... that should be the last of them" were the thoughtless words that came out my mouth under my breath. Said that as I set the hoops down on their designated spot on the floor, beside the mats.

I was close to turning away, and setting my first steps towards home, but something stopped me.

The lights.

They were still on. Forgot them again.

I huffed and was about to go back to backstage where I could turn them off.

But I didn't.

Why not..? I thought.

I carefully stepped under the gleaming spotlight, looking around for no particular reason. Right at the center, where the floor pattern starts, where the star of the show resides.

A place perfect for me.

And even though there were none, I felt that filling feeling anyway, it was exhilarating, validating.

All eyes were on me.

I grabbed the red balls off my chest and juggled. And kept juggling like there was nothing else there in the world.

Started out with a cascade as I do, watching the invisible crowd. Catching one of the balls with my left hand, it morphed into a Mangham's Mangle. I threw the balls in the air, once I snatched them back I went for a shower cascade, passing and tossing the balls about, I made it look like the easiest thing in the world.

Switch it to a three in one, first in my right hand, then quickly passing the balls one by one to my left, counting as I go. Then a triazzle, my favorite trick! With some quick throw and an underarm carry, the balls become vertices of triangles. I switch them, then cross my right hand under my left. Switch again, cross on the opposite side, the cycle repeats.

The kraken, the follow, Penman's box, the i̶̢̢̨̠̰̬̭͓̟̪̠͒̿n̵̖̦̘̼̎f̴̢̢̦̞̘̥̳̞͉̤̼̯̻͕̝́͆̂̈́̌̕̚͠͝͝í̴̓͑͐��͖̩̳͕̖̻̈͝ṇ̸̺̘̱̩̝̯̖̦̺̼͂̀̿́̀͐͂́̀̋̐̾̚̕͠ͅi̸͍͎̥̰̲͈̺̠̬͔̟̜̦̜͊̀͐͊̈́̃̿̏̇̄̔̇̕̚̚ͅt̴̡̛̝̖̜̫͍͎͙̘̓̍͌̈́͐͜y̷̜̞̫̖͚̙̿̍́͜͝!

I toss the balls up in the air, aiming, and position myself. And with a "One, Two, Three!" they land on my chest.

I catch my breath for a second, the spotlight blinds me, but it's fleeting as I bow down.

"A-thank you, thank you everyone!" I exclaimed, once again, to no one in particular.

I imagined the invisible crowd cheering, the muted sound of their nonexistent glee, it filled heart and bounced off of the walls in my brain. I was glowing, basking under the spotlight. The best sound in the world.

But as I looked up at the empty seats, I sighed. Nothing beats the real deal and this just wasn't it. Everything's still muted. Not as real as it should be.

So I went to head home.

..?

Where's the main entrance?

There was supposed to be an opening here, but instead it's just.

Cuř̴̈́̈͂͑͘t̵̛̛̾̊̓̃̊̄̍̔̽̋̀̓̚̕ain.

I- okay, I'll get O̷̧̢̨̡̧̺̝̦͔͉͔̞̠͈͖͕̩̦̻̠̹̞̬͉͚͍̩̝̭̩͖͈̙̙͇͉̤̜͔̟̬̞͓͎͕̠̍͆̾̐̈̎́̉̏̈́̉̋̏͐̂̀͘͜͜͝͝͝ͅͅU̷̧̧̧̟̠̣̝̬͕͈͓̦̭̠̹͉̠͍̳͒̈́̌̎̓́̈́́͝͝ͅT̶̨̢̢̛̮̻̞̮͍̬̦͎̻̹̝̝̱͕̲͇̲̜͚͚̙̟̱͓͕̟̺̻̞̯̬̹͙̩̻̥̬̆̍̏̐͂͗̏̀̃̒́̃̾͆̒̓̈̇̌͐̆͗̀̐͒̈́̿̊̀̅̑̕̕͘͜͠͝͝ home using the backdoor.

w̶̡̡̛̝̖͓̼͙̹͇͕̗͈͇̞̮̹͚͎̭̝͙̲̙͔̲̹̺͌̍̇̌̍̍͑̓͋h̴̨̡̛̠̹̣͙̩͙̩̼͇̺͕͙̙̣̙̲̪̰͚͚̩̓͂͑̏̀̈͒͂̄̓̈́͐͛̉͑̄̀̈́́͒̀̾̕͘͘͝͠ͅȩ̸̢͔̬̰̟̳̬͕̪̥͙͔͔̻͈̻̺̪̥̻͕͍̠̺̯͚̫̃̆̓̈́̊͗͋̓͗͛̃̆̈́͜ŗ̴̺̌̈́̈͂͑̔͗̿̇̀͑͘͘̕͠ë̷̛͇͈̙͉̺̑̊͆̈́̌͐̒͑̿̚͘͝ ̸̰̜͔̺̘̙̮̹̙̣͇͙̗̲͆̽̕i̶̢̺͓̼͙̘͎̥̯̥͓̞̲̱̣͚͕͔̙̭̫̯͎͖̜̝͐̓͆̎͜s̵̨͖̻̪̻̦͍͋̿͌̄̓̉͆̄͌̾̇̓̚͝ ̵̡̢̛̰̲̹̩͖͚͂̈́̾̂̊͗̈́͘ͅḯ̴̧̢̡̨̡͙̮̯̹̜͍͍̯̠̜̼̥͈̖̱̝̻͕̗̈́̕͜͝t̵̛̛̜͎͖̾̊̓̃̊̄̍̔̽̋̀̓̋̿͛̊͌̌̓̚̕.

I walk back out to the stage. The spotlight's still shining.

I go up to it.

I lƠ̵̡̥̥̆̇̈̇ok up.

And the light is shining on my face. I don't know how it was even possible. I don't know why.

But I could see it.

Flickering.

Like an afterimage burned into my retinas.

A̵̡̢̡̛͖̰̠͇̼͇̪͍͚̼̞̙̻̦͖̦̩͓͉̥̘̻̼̻̯͓͈̜̱̼͇͛̍̏͒͊͂̄̓̿̽̃̓̋́̿̒̋̃͊̋̈̇͋̑̈̚͘̚͘͜͜͠͝ͅ ̸̧̨̡̻̻͍̦̲͍̦̙͕͓͈̪̫̦̤̭̹̞̬̖͎̠̯͖͈̹̬̝̞͚́̒́̈́̀̚͘̚͜͝l̶͔̻̞̐̀e̴̡̮̜̭͍̜͈̼͓̘͇̤͐̄̈́̽̆̅̃̇̄͑͊̓̊̑̈́́̾̀̌̓͛̐̐̋̈́̊̈́͆͌͑́͋̀͝͠͠m̶̝͈̥̳̜̟̟͈͚͙̲̖̗̂́̈́̅̊̿̾̉͗͌͒̃͒̋͋͌́̚͘̚̚͠ņ̸̡̨̛̝͕̰͚͉̭̠̠͖̻̱̣̠͕̟̘̜̪̥͋̔̈́̓̇̈́̒̌̈́̉̍̆̐̈́̔̇̋́͑̈́͗̅͛͆͛͊̾́̃̕̚͘͘̚̕͠͝i̶̟̣̓́͝ͅş̷̰̹͈̫̍̒͊̂̐̉̾̌̉c̷̡̧̢͎̹̙͔̜̱͓͉͚̟̦̦̰̱̱͍͍̥͔̦̼̩͓̺̱̫̘̬̠̘͈̳̫̟̊͂̈̈̆͊̂̈́̄̏̐̕͠͝͝͝͝ą̵̨̡͉̣͉̤͙̙̺̮̹̩̱̫̘̗͓͎͉͈̮̝̱͖̪̥̘̣̹͖̔̈̌͒̈́͋́̏̽̓̀̿̌̓̀͘͠͝ͅt̵̡̻̞͈̔͂͋̐̅̓̈́̉̍͆̐͑̀͊̽̒̎́͂͑̈́͐̆̂̀̄̈̍͊̐͂̽̕͝͠ȩ̴̢̧̨̡͚͕̬̺̹͓̬̖̥̜̞͍̮͚͖̦̟̌̉̿̾̀̇͐̄͐͒͛̈́̊̋̈́̓̆̊̍͘͜͜ͅͅ.

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The first update is the most recent, and the updates get older the further you read. Same goes for the list of the things I'm planning.

Updates!

• I MADE THE TRANSLATION FOR CHAPTER 3!!!! Three Ringed Circus is officially up and accessible!!!!! (MOST RECENT)

• I finally published Chapter 3 after a million years!!!! I am so bad genuinely

• I made an update log!

• Instead of translating only the last part of Chapter 0, I just put the whole chapter in. It's kinda pointless now because the first part is still very much legible but I was paranoid. So

• In the regular Chapter 0, I added chat to a Vsauce reference I forgot to point out.

• I made a chapter log!

What's next?

• Nothing yet!

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Welcome to the Chapter log!

Lists and links of all the chapters written so far can be found here! Wanna pick up where ya left off? This post's got you covered!

Chapter 0: The Axiom of Infinity

Chapter 0 Translation

Chapters 1-5: A fingerprint

- Chapter 1: One Millinillion and One

- Chapter 2: Tried and Two

- Chapter 3: Three Ringed Circus

- Chapter 4: ???

- Chapter 5: ???

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Chapter 2: Tried and Two

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Three days. It's been three days since One has locked herself in her room. She hasn't been talking to anyone. Three has tried. So have Four and Six. She didn't even answer them.

She's only talked to me. And even then her answers were monosyllabic. I know that when I talked to her she was trying to make me feel better but something is very wrong with her. And I won't rest until I can fix that.

I just didn't know how.

...

The faint sound of someone humming can be heard from a distance. Sand crunches beneath my shoes as the waves of the ocean lightly and rhythmically crash against the coastline.

The Rectangle Retreat. Twelve's dojo, where composite and prime numbers alike can learn the way of the rectangle, figure themselves out, or just be there to meditate and let go of their worries.

Sure enough, I found her there, floating above her off-white mat, eyes shut and expression peaceful. She kept muttering things to herself. Then rearranging her blocks, having them separate, then regroup.

That was Twelve. Taking her time.

Not letting anything bother her.

"Three by Four... Four by-"

"Twelve."

Her eyes shot open with gaze fixed on me and her feet hit the ground, stumbling back a bit in surprise.

"Two! What brings you here?" She asked. I could hear a slight snicker in her question, like when you hear or see something incredulous and your immediate reaction is to laugh.

"I need to talk to you about something."

She was looking at me all worried as I took a seat on the mat beside her. I think she noticed how puffy my eyes were. I tried my best to be careful about where I put my feet. I didn't want to get the mat dirty, so I sat at the very edge and crossed my legs.

She did too, putting one knee up and placing her right hand on her mat, kind of rhythmically rubbing it against the natural rubber. I tried not to pay too much attention to it, but I think she caught on eventually, because while I was talking she just stopped and moved on to fidgeting with her hands.

"I don't know if you've heard," I started, "but One's locked herself in her room for the past few days. I've been trying to talk to her. So have Three, Four and Six. Nothing's working."

A knot began to form in my throat. "She keeps telling me not to worry, that it's just because she's tired, but I just know something is wrong. I can feel it! This isn't like her! I-"

I felt her put a hand on my shoulder. Just enough to snap me out of it.

"It'll be okay."

I turned to her with teary eyes and tried to respond, but something kept me silent. I couldn't think.

"...huh?"

"Things may be bad now, but things change. Constantly. What's stopping her situation from changing eventually?"

"...what if One can't handle it?"

She took a pause. A long, waited, taciturn pause. "...we'll be there."

She smiled bittersweetly, her hands still on my shoulder. It was sweaty. I think I could feel it shaking. But she was right.

No matter what. I'll try. And I'll be there.

And so will they.

"Now, let's try to calm down." She took her hand off me, quietly rubbing it on her knee. "Let's first try a breathing exercise. Then, I could try and give you some advice on how to deal with this," she offered, "does that sound good?"

"That sounds great." I sniffled.

"My tried-and-true method for these kinds of things is box breathing, but if you have any other suggestions, go ahead and tell me."

"Oh, no, go ahead, you're the expert!"

"Great! Then let's get started."

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Translation for anyone who needs it!

Tell me, dear reader,

what is the biggest number you can think of? A thousand? A million? A trillion? A googol? A googolplex?

It doesn't matter what answer you gave me, because if it was finite, it was wrong.

You go on forever, you can always add one more. This is common knowledge in this numerical world. All cardinal integers are members of an infinite set, represented on this hypothetical half-line.

Now ask yourself this: is it possible to truly know how numerous infinity is? And is it even possible to make the jump from absolutely nothing to absolutely everything and then some?

You might think so. You might not. There is no way for cardinals to know.

Or is there?

With infinity, we know there are infinite possibilities. We may not be able to add up to reach infinity, but it sure as hell can bend all the way down to reach us.

This will only raise more questions than answers. There is no way to figure this out. To comprehend it. But you won't even be able to tell. Because in these cases, you can't understand what you can't understand.

But that won't stop them.

This will happen.

Be ready.

Be ready.

BE READY.

BE READY.

BE READY.

Wait... hey, 21..? What is this?

21?...

Wow, this thing looks ancient.

...who wrote this?

Chapter 0: The Axiom of Infinity

Tell me, dear reader,

what is the biggest number you can think of? A thousand? A million? A trillion? A googol? A googolplex?

It doesn't matter what answer you gave me, because if it was finite, it was wrong.

You go on forever, you can always add one more. This is common knowledge in this numerical world. All cardinal integers are members of an infinite set, represented on this hypothetical half-line.

Now ask yourself this: is it possible to truly know how numerous infinity is? And is it even possible to make the jump from absolutely nothing to absolutely everything and then some?

You might think so. You might not. There is no way for cardinals to know.

Or is there?

With infinity, we know there are infinite possibilities. We may not be able to add up to reach infinity, but it sure as hell can bend all the way down to reach us.

This will only raise more questions than answers. There is no way to figure this out. To comprehend it. But you won't even be able to tell. Because in these cases, you can't understand what you can't understand.

But that won't stop them.

T̶h̵i̸s̴ ̶w̶i̶l̴l̵ ̵h̶a̶p̷p̶e̴n̴.̸

B̸͚̄e̸̘̾ ̶̣̆r̸̭̓e̴͎͝ǎ̸͈d̵͎͠y̸̳͊.̷̥͝

B̷̨̛͓͍̏̾̿̆ě̵̱͔̩̺̖̈̈́͛͌͠ ̷̡̟͍͈͍̽ṙ̵̭͎͕̮̎͊́̈̿e̸̖͚̳͒̾ą̷͇̑͂̈̀̏d̴̨͂ý̶̪̱̱̅.

B̶̨̨͕̫̮̥̗̠̮͇̲̟͒̒̈́̍̈̊̒͛͋̆Ę̴̳̗̯̂̓̒ ̶̢̝̮̟͍͈͉͗͠Ŗ̵̘̯̯̩͚͇̖̫̞͓͚̌ͅE̷̠̩̬̟̳̣̙̠̦̤̠͋̐̿̎́ͅA̶̭̲͔̻̰̭̺̬̿̈́̀̎Ḑ̴̢̧̫̭͔̙̝͇̘̈̕͜͝Y̵̟̫͉̭̜͔̺̤̫̊͂͂̌͒̌͆̎̀͜͠͠ͅ

B̷̖̩̠͓̤̥̮͔͉̙͉͕̥̪͉̺͍̙̉̿̎̆͛̔̋̍̇̐̑́̀̌̐̆̍́̏́̚͝Ẹ̵͒̑̈̌̒̓̄͐̏̂͗́̓̆̽͒̀́̐̉͗̚͠͝ ̵̡̢̝̞̱̥̺̣͚̲̬̦̩̘͚͖͎̝̜̭̬̳̀̅͐̓̕͜͜͠R̷̠̞͉̮̪̙̦͈̺̆̈́͌̔͗̈͜͝É̵̢̡͖̟͓̹̗̙̹̲̱͈̖̰̮͖̫̜̇͜͠ͅȂ̴̬̜͕͖̻͙͈͚̗̤̲͇̗̣͚̹̯͔̾͗͛̄̆̉̂̿̏̓̆̇̇̓̊̈̏̽͝͝͝D̷̨̧̢̤̣͌͜͝ͅY̶͖͖̭͍̙̭̳̪̥̥͙͖̼̱̜̥̯͔͚̎̋̓̎̎̀̓́̚͜͜͝͝ͅ

B̶̢̨̡̗̠̫̞̹̙̮͓͇̫̲͙̹̤̖̌̽͊̅̑͒͑͋͂̒̊̾̎́̓̓̊͗̈́̈́̒͘̕͜͝͝Ě̷̢̧̡̡̧̛͖̰͚̮͈̹̖̖̳̜͇͕̜̭̹̮̻̥̙̠̩̝̬̲͈̭̫̰̬͔̤̩̱̣̲̗̟̖̻̱͔͎͎̪̉̎̏̈́̑̊̿͑̑́̋͒͌̓̍̏̑̀̾͑́̑̄̔̚̚̕̕͘̚͜͜͜͜͝͠͝͝ͅͅ ̷̢̡͚̥͉̰̻̪̥̻̟̘̬̘̦̞͉͈͈͇̹̱̻͕̪͔̯̣̮͚͎̹̦̟̳̖͍̜̼̿̓͛̇̋͛̇̑̽͋̚͝Ř̸̢̨̢̡̨̨̜̟̠̼̯̤͈̬̱̞͉͍̰̳̩̥̰̼̟̟̤̪̱̜̘̝̯͉̰̩̬̞̩̗̘̺͌̂̉̃̓̿͊̌̑̏̉̒͂̽̍̈́͊͐̈͂̏̈́̋̈́͊͐̓̋̿̈͊̒͐̒̂́̀̈̋̔̚̕̕͘͠͠͠͝͝͠͠ͅȨ̷̡̨̡̡̡̗̻͙͖̘̳͈̹̖͈͈͓̰̻͍̤͉̰̝̻̺̙̣̥̘̦̱̭͗́̓̀̋̃̒̉͑̀͂̌͒̽͒̽͊̊̊̐͒̈́̂̃̐͌̾̊̔̀̑́̾̀́͛̄̋̃͗̆͘̚͝ͅͅÀ̸̢̢̨̧͎̙̫̘͚̗̟̥̖̤̱͔̬̩̭̭̥͖͎̯̱̖̟͂͆̃̌̅͗̇͋̅̐̇͛̓̓̃͛̏̉́͆̚̚͝͝͝D̸̠̪̺͊͑̈́̄̈́̈̃͋͊̎͘͠͠͠͝Ȳ̸̨̞͕̰͖͉͋̐͆̎̀͂̽̈́̾̔͗̑̍̇̆̂̐̕̕͝

21?...

Wait... hey, 21..? What is this?

Wow, this thing looks ancient.

...who wrote this?

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Chapter 1: One Millinillion and One

Next Chapter

I haven't been getting much sleep.

There's these thoughts that keep buzzing in my mind over and over... about... everything.

I've always known the fact that numberkind was infinite, I've given it thought before, but my thoughts about that have never been this big. I used to have fun thinking about this stuff, but it's been three days and they won't stop.

The fact that I can take the biggest number I can think of and just... add one. And keep adding one, getting an even bigger number each time. No matter what number I can think of I can always add more. Always. Forever.

It's only started to upset me just now. It makes me feel small all of a sudden. And curious. They don't end. But what would that even look like? How would that even work? I want to reach the end so badly for some reason but I can't. I just can't. Such a vast expanse and I won't even get to experience it. It's disappointing. And kind of scary.

I just can't imagine it, no matter how far I could go, no matter how hard I could try, I won't reach. Ever. In fact, with every example I've been making, every number I've been thinking of, it's barely scratching the surface.  97.104? It's not even a millionth of the way there! I can't reach. But I want to. But I just can't. It's almost driving me-

"One?"

I look up towards the door. It's Two.

"Six told me you were still at home. I haven't seen you for the past three days, I got worried. Are you okay..?" he whispered.

"I'm alright." I answered, still not taking my eyes off the ceiling. "Just a bit tired, that's all"

I was so tired. So tired of thinking I could barely speak. It took so much out of me just to answer him.

And apparently he noticed this because after a pause he responded with: "...are you sure?"

Yeah, that hurt.

"Mmh...yes, I'm sure." I was still trying to hide the exhaustion in my voice as I turned in bed.

I don't know why. I had no energy for anything, let alone lying. Plus, Two could always tell whenever I was lying. Somehow.

But I lied anyway.

"...okay."

I heard him walk away. One, two, one, two...

And, with no other choice, I just got back to thinking.

His voice was riddled with this thinly veiled facade as I left. I could tell. He tried not to make it obvious but I could tell.

I'm sorry, Two. I'm so sorry.

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Chapter 0: The Axiom of Infinity

Translated version

Next Chapter

Tell me, dear reader,

what is the biggest number you can think of? A thousand? A million? A trillion? A googol? A googolplex?

It doesn't matter what answer you gave me, because if it was finite, it was wrong.

You go on forever, you can always add one more. This is common knowledge in this numerical world. All cardinal integers are members of an infinite set, represented on this hypothetical half-line.

Now ask yourself this: is it possible to truly know how numerous infinity is? And is it even possible to make the jump from absolutely nothing to absolutely everything and then some?

You might think so. You might not. There is no way for cardinals to know.

Or is there?

With infinity, we know there are infinite possibilities. We may not be able to add up to reach infinity, but it sure as hell can bend all the way down to reach us.

This will only raise more questions than answers. There is no way to figure this out. To comprehend it. But you won't even be able to tell. Because in these cases, you can't understand what you can't understand.

But that won't stop them.

T̶h̵i̸s̴ ̶w̶i̶l̴l̵ ̵h̶a̶p̷p̶e̴n̴.̸

B̸͚̄e̸̘̾ ̶̣̆r̸̭̓e̴͎͝ǎ̸͈d̵͎͠y̸̳͊.̷̥͝

B̷̨̛͓͍̏̾̿̆ě̵̱͔̩̺̖̈̈́͛͌͠ ̷̡̟͍͈͍̽ṙ̵̭͎͕̮̎͊́̈̿e̸̖͚̳͒̾ą̷͇̑͂̈̀̏d̴̨͂ý̶̪̱̱̅.

B̶̨̨͕̫̮̥̗̠̮͇̲̟͒̒̈́̍̈̊̒͛͋̆Ę̴̳̗̯̂̓̒ ̶̢̝̮̟͍͈͉͗͠Ŗ̵̘̯̯̩͚͇̖̫̞͓͚̌ͅE̷̠̩̬̟̳̣̙̠̦̤̠͋̐̿̎́ͅA̶̭̲͔̻̰̭̺̬̿̈́̀̎Ḑ̴̢̧̫̭͔̙̝͇̘̈̕͜͝Y̵̟̫͉̭̜͔̺̤̫̊͂͂̌͒̌͆̎̀͜͠͠ͅ

B̷̖̩̠͓̤̥̮͔͉̙͉͕̥̪͉̺͍̙̉̿̎̆͛̔̋̍̇̐̑́̀̌̐̆̍́̏́̚͝Ẹ̵͒̑̈̌̒̓̄͐̏̂͗́̓̆̽͒̀́̐̉͗̚͠͝ ̵̡̢̝̞̱̥̺̣͚̲̬̦̩̘͚͖͎̝̜̭̬̳̀̅͐̓̕͜͜͠R̷̠̞͉̮̪̙̦͈̺̆̈́͌̔͗̈͜͝É̵̢̡͖̟͓̹̗̙̹̲̱͈̖̰̮͖̫̜̇͜͠ͅȂ̴̬̜͕͖̻͙͈͚̗̤̲͇̗̣͚̹̯͔̾͗͛̄̆̉̂̿̏̓̆̇̇̓̊̈̏̽͝͝͝D̷̨̧̢̤̣͌͜͝ͅY̶͖͖̭͍̙̭̳̪̥̥͙͖̼̱̜̥̯͔͚̎̋̓̎̎̀̓́̚͜͜͝͝ͅ

B̶̢̨̡̗̠̫̞̹̙̮͓͇̫̲͙̹̤̖̌̽͊̅̑͒͑͋͂̒̊̾̎́̓̓̊͗̈́̈́̒͘̕͜͝͝Ě̷̢̧̡̡̧̛͖̰͚̮͈̹̖̖̳̜͇͕̜̭̹̮̻̥̙̠̩̝̬̲͈̭̫̰̬͔̤̩̱̣̲̗̟̖̻̱͔͎͎̪̉̎̏̈́̑̊̿͑̑́̋͒͌̓̍̏̑̀̾͑́̑̄̔̚̚̕̕͘̚͜͜͜͜͝͠͝͝ͅͅ ̷̢̡͚̥͉̰̻̪̥̻̟̘̬̘̦̞͉͈͈͇̹̱̻͕̪͔̯̣̮͚͎̹̦̟̳̖͍̜̼̿̓͛̇̋͛̇̑̽͋̚͝Ř̸̢̨̢̡̨̨̜̟̠̼̯̤͈̬̱̞͉͍̰̳̩̥̰̼̟̟̤̪̱̜̘̝̯͉̰̩̬̞̩̗̘̺͌̂̉̃̓̿͊̌̑̏̉̒͂̽̍̈́͊͐̈͂̏̈́̋̈́͊͐̓̋̿̈͊̒͐̒̂́̀̈̋̔̚̕̕͘͠͠͠͝͝͠͠ͅȨ̷̡̨̡̡̡̗̻͙͖̘̳͈̹̖͈͈͓̰̻͍̤͉̰̝̻̺̙̣̥̘̦̱̭͗́̓̀̋̃̒̉͑̀͂̌͒̽͒̽͊̊̊̐͒̈́̂̃̐͌̾̊̔̀̑́̾̀́͛̄̋̃͗̆͘̚͝ͅͅÀ̸̢̢̨̧͎̙̫̘͚̗̟̥̖̤̱͔̬̩̭̭̥͖͎̯̱̖̟͂͆̃̌̅͗̇͋̅̐̇͛̓̓̃͛̏̉́͆̚̚͝͝͝D̸̠̪̺͊͑̈́̄̈́̈̃͋͊̎͘͠͠͠͝Ȳ̸̨̞͕̰͖͉͋̐͆̎̀͂̽̈́̾̔͗̑̍̇̆̂̐̕̕͝

Wait... hey, 21..? What is this?

21?...

Wow, this thing looks ancient.

...who wrote this?

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Hello! I'm Nixi, the proud author of the numberblocks cosmic horror fanfic "The Mark it left on our Finite Existence".

I have never made an author's note before so I have no idea what I'm doing right now.

The whole reason I wanted to write this fic (which I'm probably not even gonna finish, fuck you adhd) in the first place is because I had a thought one time that was along the lines of "What if the numberblocks met the numerical version of Cthulhu".

So here we are.

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I've always been passionate about the infinite, especially ever since I watched Vsauce's "How To Count Past Infinity" and "The Banach Tarski Paradox". I know the scripts of those two videos by heart. I cannot make this up.

Please watch them they're amazing and I'm totally not biased at all. Nope. Definitely not. I'm normal about this I swear.

I'm saying this because I will be making niche references to those two videos all throughout the fic.

All references will be typed with chat. (Only in the normal version, not the translated version)

[All references will be typed with chat. (Only in the normal version, not the translated version)]

Also, this is fanfiction. Almost none of the characters are mine. The original source is Numberblocks, by Cbeebies, who also created Alphablocks, Colourblocks and Wonderblocks.

Props to them for creating personified integers. I'm just so shdhsgx about that kind of shit yanno?

Yea I think that's it. On with the show! Take care and beware..!