Wink-Fibb Residence

Time: 7:45 pm

Mr. Wink and Mr. Fibb were sitting on the couch in the living room, watching TV and cuddling together. Suddenly, Wink's phone dinged. "How odd, I wasn't expecting anyone to text me this late in the day." The horned man mused as he reached over and picked up his phone, he found a strange text from a unknown user.

"What is it?" Mr. Fibb asked, peeking over his husband's shoulder to see the notification. "A text from an unknown account, should I open it?" Mr. Wink asked. "I think you should, perhaps one of our friends got a new phone." Mr. Fibb commented. After a few seconds of hesitation, Wink opened the text.

-User CFC has started a chat with you.

CFC: Hello, Mr. Wink and Mr. Fibb.

Me: Who is this?

CFC: My identity is unimportant, but what is important is that I want to talk to you.

Me: Talk? About what?

CFC: About Numbah 1 and the things he's done to you.

CFC: I understand that on the day of the Galactic Invasion, he attacked you for information, correct?

Me: Yes...he even put a knife to my dear Fibbs throat and threatened his life if he didn't disclose where Mr. Boss was. Only after I told him did he let Fibb go...

Me: But why do you care?

CFC: Because I sympathize with your plight. That dastardly Numbah 1 had no right or reason to attack you, it's about time someone put that jerk in his place. And now that he's back in action, that monster could attack you any day now.

CFC: So I propose a deal to you two, Numbah 1 is currently at his treehouse, he's let his guard down and is not expecting an attack. If you complete my task successfully, you will be safe from anymore unprompted attacks from Numbah 1, also I will pull some strings and have a friend of mine completely reverse your animal features.

Mr. Wink had to pause, their animal features often made it difficult to do certain things, like driving, cooking, getting through doorways comfortably, etc. Ever since that day where they'd been caught in the crossfire of that terrible K.N.D experiment that had altered their bodies, they'd always dreamed of a way to revert themselves back to normal.

Besides, the attack against Wink and Fibb still haunted every waking moment. Bow they doubled checked to make sure the doors were locked at night out of paranoia, looking over their shoulder every time they left the house, the nightmares reliving the horrible event. Fibb was esspically effected as he was the one with the knife to his throat, forced to stare into his lover's eyes, not knowing if he was about to draw his last breath or not.

They'd gone after the K.N.D before, how would this be any different?

Me: You're doing all of this for us, but what's in it for you?

CFC: For you two, I require a simple payment.

Me: What kind of payment? We don't have too much money so you can't change too much.

CFC: Don't worry, I'm not asking for money.

CFC: All I ask in return for your service's is Numbah 1's severed head. I'll send you a location to drop it off when the job is done.

-User CFC has disconnected.

Mr. Wink felt his blood go cold, Fibb squeezed his arm with the same chilled suprise. Wink slowly put the phone down screen first, his mind and heart racing. Comfort, safety, all at the cost of someone's life? They'd fought the K.N.D several times in the past, but the thought of killing one of them made them both shiver. There was no way they could do it! It was just too much!

Then again...Numbah 1 had attacked them with no reasoning or motive. The only thing they knew was that he'd gone away from some time, came back stronger and suddenly started trying to severely injure or even kill other villains! No evil adult knew why he'd done this or how he got so strong, but it only furthered their hatred of the K.N.D to a new level. Not to mention, that the villains who had families had to deal with their loved ones being threatened and held hostage by the G.K.N.D's arsenal of giant armed drones.

Wink and Fibb looked at each other, they both looked as frightened as the other felt. Could they really pull this off?

Wink held out his hand and Fibb took it, squeezing it tight. Their safety, the safety of their friends, the safety of maybe their very planet, all for one boy's head?

--The Next Day--

Numbah 1 couldn't stop thinking about Numbah 362, about what happened yesterday during the suprise party.

Things were going fine, Numbah 1 had gone to get some whipped cream to put on his ice cream when he tripped over his shoelace and fallen right into the strong arms of Numbah 362, who just so happened to be standing behind him when it happened. The incident had made both their faces go red with blush and left both of them flustered.

He heard a door creak open and looked up to see Numbah 2 step into the room. "Hey, Numbah 1." Numbah 2 greeted as he entered the room. "Still thinking about Rachel?" He added over his shoulder as he grabbed some 2x4 tech stuff of a nearby shelf. "Yeah...I want to do something nice for her! But, what should I do?" Numbah 1 mused as he sat up in the bed. "Maybe you should get one of those candy ring thingies and marry her already." Numbah 2 teased, making Numbah 1's face light up red. "Married? We can't get married, we're too young!" Numbah 1 protested, knowing it was a joke but the thought of marrying her one day still flustered him. "I'm joking, don't worry." Numbah 2 quickly replied.

"Everyone knows you've had a crush on her since you two were cadets." Numbah 2 said as he grabbed a wrench off the shelf, walked over to Numbah 1's bed and sat down. "I'll never forget how we met. That accident were we got tangled up in training ropes gave me a new perspective in more ways then one." Numbah 1 said. "You really love her, don't you?" Numbah 2 asked.

"Oh, what's not to love? Rachel is so pretty and talented. She's smart and good with 2x4 technology, she's super brave too...braver then I'll ever be." Numbah 1 continued, his voice trailing off and losing it's joy at the mention of bravery, his body slumping over.

"I know what to get her!" Numbah 1 suddenly perked up as an idea came into his mind. "I'll get her a nice bouquet of flowers! Girls love flowers!" Numbah 1 announced.

"If flowers are what you're looking for, the Moonbase does have a Garden section. There's thousands of kinds of flowers there you can pick." Numbah 2 pointed out. "Then it's settled, I'll get Numbah 362 some flowers!" Numbah 1 announced as he headed off towards the treehouses exit.

--Meanwhile--

"There you go, Numbah 5. Is there anything else you need from me?" Numbah 362 asked as she put the last of the paperwork away in a filing cabinet. "Nah, I'm okay. Thanks for your help." Numbah 5 said, quickly looking up at the other girl to thank her, before her attention went back to being firmly planted on the stack of paperwork and blueprints needing to be approved or denied in front of her.

Numbah 362 left the office, deciding to go back to Sector V's treehouse. Well, techanally it was her treehouse now. But, it still felt a bit weird to call it as her own.

She couldn't stop thinking about what happened at the suprise party yesterday, how Numbah 1 had tripped and fallen and she, without thinking, had caught him bridal style, leaving his cute face mere inches away from hers. It had left both of them flustered and blushing. She spied Numbah 86 in a lounge room and walked in, as their was no one except for the red head it was the perfect excuse to spill her feelings about Numbah 1.

"Hey, Numbah 86. Can I talk to you?" Numbah 362 asked as she stepped into the room. "You can talk to me about watching paint dry. What's on your mind?" Numbah 86 causally replied as Numbah 362 sat down next to her. "I can't stop thinking about what happened yesterday. To be specific, I can't stop thinking about Nigel." Numbah 362 explained, Numbah 86 snickered. "Well, you have had a crush on him since you were a cadet." Numbah 86 replied.

"How could I not have a crush on him? He's so brave and charming and confident and strong...stronger then I'll ever be." Numbah 362 continued, her mood dropping slightly at the mention of strength. "I want to do something that shows I care about him? But what?" The blonde girl asked aloud. Hhm...Well, my dad always gets my mom a box of her favorite chocolates for her birthday. Maybe you should do that." Numbah 86 offered.

"Yeah! Numbah 2 will probably know what kind of food he'll like! I'll go see him right now!" Numbah 362 proudly declared as she started off towards the door.

--Numbah 1 POV--

He'd finally made it to the Moonbase, as soon as he stepped out of the pod he made a beeline for the Garden Section. Things had calmed down significantly since he'd last been there, but Numbah 1 couldn't help but notice the occasional dirty look being shot his way, although he did his best to ignore those looks.

Numbah 1 entered the Garden Section, the first thing that hit him was the wave of bright colours as plant vines crawled up to the ceiling and roots stretched across the tarp blanketed floor. Dozens of different types of flowers popped up in his face in a wide variety of colours and sizes, through the sea of colors Numbah 1 saw Numbah 363 dressed in gardening attire and helping another kid heave some bags of soil into a wheelbarrow. "Numbah 363!" Numbah 1 called out as he picked up the pace, by the time he'd gotten over to him the kid with the wheelbarrow had departed.

"Hey, Numbah 1. What brings you here?" Numbah 363 asked pleasantly. "Just a quick question and purely hypothetical, what kind of flowers does Numbah 362 like?" Numbah 1 asked, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. "Oh, that's easy. Rachel has always liked tulips." Numbah 363 said as he led Numbah 1 over to a small display of tulip flowers all in different stages of growth. "She's always liked the yellow tulips, but lately she's been really into these red ones." Numbah 363 said as he pointed to the desired flower.

"Oh...red. Cool." Numbah 1 muttered, his face starting to blush red before he quickly regained his composure. "Can I get one bouquet of red tulips, please?" Numbah 1 asked, "Sure, that'll be three common Yipper Cards." Numbah 363 said as he took a bushel of red tulips and wrapped them up. Cards were exchanged for blooms, then Numbah 1 headed back to the treehouse to suprise the girl of his dreams.

--Numbah 362 POV--

Numbah 362 walked into the main foyer of the treehouse, she couldn't help but be a little disappointed that Numbah 1 wasn't there. "Hello? Who's in here?" Numbah 362 asked aloud as she walked through the main room. "Nobody here but me!" Numbah 2 called out from his lab.

Numbah 362 walked into the genius boy's lab to see him underneath the C.O.O.L.B.U.S, working away with a wrench and hammer. "Are you busy?" Numbah 362 asked. "Nope, just finished doing some upgrades on my baby." Numbah 2 said as he slid out from underneath the C.O.O.L.B.U.S, lowered it back down and straightened his goggles. "Your...baby?" Numbah 362 commented skeptically as she geustered to the repurposed vehicle with her hand. "Yeah, she goes by many names." Numbah 2 said as he stared lovingly at the bus, Numbah 362 sighed sharply. "Anyway, I need to ask you something. It's about Numbah 1." Numbah 362 revealed.

"What'd he do? Is he overworking himself again?" Numbah 2 asked. "No, I was actually wondering what kind of sweets Numbah 1 likes. I...want to get him something nice, he deserves it." Numbah 362 said. "Oh, Numbah 1 loves chocolate! C'mon, I'll show you." Numbah 2 said, then he led Numbah 362 into the kitchen and then into the pantry, where dozens of different sweets stood elbow to elbow in shelfs, the smell of chocolate and sugar wafting through the tight room.

"Here we are, the pantry! Every sugary sweet and delectable dessert that you can think of is here!" Numbah 2 proudly announced. "You said that you wanted to get something nice for Numbah 1, right? Well, that kid loves chocolate, especially milk chocolate." Numbah 2 continued as he reached up and pulled a bag of round milk chocolates off a high shelf.

"Thanks a lot. By the way, why isn't Numbah 1 here?" Numbah 362 asked as she and Numbah 2 exited the pantry. "Oh! Uh, he--uh...went to go...get something important." Numbah 2 quickly made up, assuming that Numbah 1 probably didn't want Numbah 362 to know of his romantic endeavors. "Oh...okay then." Numbah 362 mused but said nothing more.

A beep from her wristwatch caught both of them off guard, Numbah 362 checked it to see that Numbah 5 wanting her help with something. She hummed in an uncertain way. "I have to go. Let me know when Numbah 1 comes back." Numbah 362 muttered before she swiftly left.

--Numbah 1 POV--

Numbah 1 got back to the treehouse as fast as he could, although he only found Numbah 2 and 4 playing video games and Numbah 3 on the balcony having a tea party with some of her stuffed animals. "Is Numbah 362 here?" Numbah 1 asked as he walked behind the couch where his two of his friends were sitting. "She was here but she left...about an hour ago." Numbah 2 stated. "Oh, well at least now I have some time to set something up for her." Numbah 1 said as he walked over to the nearby table and gingerly set the flowers down.

"I hope she likes these. Maybe I should set up some kind of romantic candlelight, but where would I even get candles from? Whatever, I'm sure that she'll like it. She likes me after all, I think..." Numbah 1's thoughts rambled, suddenly interrupted by a loud, ominous thump. It made Numbah 2 and 4 look up from their video game, it made Numbah 3 drop the plastic teapot she was holding and Numbah 1 jumped.

It was followed by another thump, and then another and another, a long looming shadow was cast over the treehouse and then, a giant metal tentacle smasws through the window and grabbed Numbah 1, causing him to cry out in suprise. By some miracle Numbah 1 didn't get slashed to ribbons as he was yanked out of the treehouse and into the open air, he was suprised to see Mr. Wink and Mr. Fibb controlling the giant mech.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the little arm breaker himself." Mr. Wink said loathingly.

"You two?! What do you want?" Numbah 1 demanded as he wriggled and squirmed in an attempt to break free, but the metallic tendrill only squeezed tighter.

"Do not try and play dumb. We remember exactly what you've done and you do to." Mr. Fibb chimed in.

"What are you talking about? What do you mean 'what I've done'?" Numbah 1 demanded.

"Silence!" Wink and Fibb yelled in unison. "You are a loose cannon who cannot be trusted. And we intend to deal with you accordingly." They continued, before the tendrill started to wrap around his whole body and squeeze him like a grape in a wine press. Numbah 1 cried out in pain, trying to escape to no use as he was too tightly stuck.

"Get off of him!" Numbah 2's voice cut through the seemingly hopeless situation as Numbah 2, 3 and 4 came flying out on jetpacks and armed with S.C.A.M.P.P rifles, Numbah 3 and 4 started firing at the sides of the mech while Numbah 2 started shooting through the tendrill holding Numbah 1 captive.

"Stay out of this." Mr. Wibb said as he pressed a button on the control panel inside of the mech, causing two giant freeze rays to slink out from either side of the robot and blast Numbah 3 and 4. "Our jet packs are frozen over, we have to retreat!" Numbah 3 yelled as she and Numbah 4 jolted to the ground.

"Yes. Stay out of this, Numbah 2. We have no issues with you." Mr. Fink agreed. "Well, I have issues with you two hurting my friend, so too bad!" Numbah 2 retorted as he kept pelting the metal tentacles, at this point he'd managed to see through the lower half of the tentacle and give Numbah 1 some significant wiggle room.

Suddenly, another metal tentacle came out from below Numbah 2 and smacked him away, causing him to flail around in mid air before the tentacle clobbered him again and forced Numbah 2 to retreat into the treehouse. "Ugh! That's it!" Numbah 1 yelled as he clicked his heels together to active his rocket shoes and broke free from the metal limb, readying his emergency M.U.S.K.E.T. "Very well, Numbah 1." Mr. Wink said rather calmly. "If it's a fight you want, it's a fight you'll get." Mr. Fibb added.

Numbah 1 fought them while flying backwards, shooting at them with his M.U.S.K.E.T while avoiding the metal tentacles. "This is excessive, even for you guys!

Why are you two doing this?" Numbah 1 demanded as he dodged an oncoming swing of metal.

"Don't play dumb, you know why!" Wink accused, sounding rather angry with Numbah 1 which further heightened the boy's confusion. This is what you deserve for what you've done to our friends, to me!" Fibb chimed in, sounding just as upset.

"No I don't! I'm not a mind reader! Just tell me what happened!" Numbah 1 continued to pry, hoping for an answer before he ended up squished flatter then a pancake. "Do you really think we're stupid or something?" Fibb asked retorically, "Yes, changing your outfit doesn't make you innocent!" Wink chimed in.

"Wait...are they talking about the visor? During the Galactic Invasion? Oh crap, what did I do to them?!" Numbah 1 thought as Winks unusual anger and the duo's strange comments finally made sense.

"AH!" Numbah 1 yelped as a metal tentacle came up from behind him and grabbed him, holding him still and squeezing his so tight that he couldn't escape. "Finally." Wink hissed as he pushed a red lever on the control panel, making a still saw blade to crane out of the mech, the circular blade went up to Numbah's 1 neck which made him start to whimper in fear. Above the red lever, a big red button popped out that would activate the saw blade, Wink's hand hovered over it as he was about to press it, but something made him hesitate.

Maybe it was Numbah 1's terrified whimpers that tugged at his heartstrings.

Maybe it was Fibbs nervous trembling in his hands as he gripped Wink's shoulder with a tight hand.

Or maybe it was the fact that he was about to take a life for his own comfort.

"I...I can't..." Wink mumbled as his hand started to tremble, he withdrew his hand and clutched it against his chest. "What?" Fibb asked. "I can't! I-I can't do this, this is wrong!" Mr. Wink lamented as he started to truely mull over the consequences of his actions. Mr. Wink inhaled sharply before pulling the red lever back to retract back the saw blade before manvering the mechanical tendril that was holding Numbah 1 up to the glass that showed the inside of the machine were Fibb and Wink sat.

"Do you really not remember what happened?" Mr. Wink asked, he was dead serious. Numbah 1 nodded yes. The horned man sighed and slumped back in his chair. "What did I do to you guys?" Numbah 1 inquired, the two men hesitated before Fibb started to explain.

"During the Galactic Invasion, you and some big robots broke into our house. You grabbed a kitchen knife and...and held it to my throat." Mr. Fibb started, his voice quivering as he started to go into the details of the incident. "You threatened Fibb's life if I didn't disclose the information of Mrs. Boss's whereabouts at that time. I gave you the information and then you left, leaving the robot's to hold us hostage in our own home." Mr. Wink continued, guiding Fibb into his arms as he talked.

"Was I wearing some kind of eyewear?" Numbah 1 asked. "Yes, you were wearing a visor." Fibb said. "A black and gold visor, I do believe." Wink added. Numbah 1 felt his heart sink in his chest.

Great, another victim. Another mistake that he could tack onto his rapidly growing list. Another reason to hate himself.

"I can't tell you too much, but during the Galactic Invasion, I was being controlled through that visor by another Operative who is more powerful then me." Numbah 1 hesitantly explained, choosing his words carefully to keep confidentiality while also clearing his name. "Control? As in...mind control?" Fibb and Wink said in a confused unison that was slowly turning to horror. "Yeah. Luckily, I was able to be saved by my friends and I'm back to normal now." Numbah 2 said quickly, a bitter taste in his mouth from the few but prominent bad memories.

Wink and Fibb slowly put Numbah 1 down on the ground before letting him go, Numbah 1 rubbed his arms as they were now sore from being grabbed and squeezed. "Our apologies for what happened. We'll tell the others of what you told us." Wink said, before the mech stomped away too fast for Numbah 1 to stop them.

-User CFC has started a chat with you

CFC: Why didn't you finish the job?! You had him right there!

Me: Having blood on my hands and a guilty conscience is not worth whatever you had to offer, if you were even telling the truth.

Me: I'm not murdering a child for something that he couldn't even control. It's not right and so me and Fibb are refusing to go through with it.

CFC: Unbelievable. You villains are all the same. Have fun being ugly and lame for the rest of your miserable lives.

-User CFC has disconnected

-User CFC has blocked your number

"Nigel!" Numbah 362's voice came up from behind, he turned around and was promptly hugged by her. "I got here as soon as I heard that you were under attack! Are you okay? Are you hurt?" She asked questions a mile a minute.

"Yeah, I'm okay, don't worry. Is everyone safe?" Numbah 1 replied. "Everyone's fine. Let's get back inside the treehouse." Numbah 362 said as she, without thinking, grabbed Numbah 1's hand and held it, leading him back into the treehouse where the flowers and now the bag of chocolates were sitting on the table.

It was at this point that the duo realized that they were holding hands and quickly let go, their faces redder then tomatoes.

"I got a gift for you." Numbah 1 said as he tenderly picked the bouquet of flowers off the table and handed them to her. "I heard that these are your favorite flower." He added. "Aw! These are beautiful, I love them so much. Thanks for getting me a gift." Numbah 362 said as she took the flowers.

"Actually, I got you a gift too. That bag of chocolates are for you, somebody told me that milk chocolate was your favorite." Numbah 362 said as she gestured to the sweets on the table. "Oh wow! These are my favorites, thank you for getting me something so thoughtful." Numbah 1 said as he opened the bag of chocolates and popped one into his mouth.

"Hey, Rachel-I mean, Numbah 362." Numbah 1 started as he put the bag down. "You're always welcome here in the treehouse. You are one of us now, this is your treehouse too." Numbah 1 continued. Numbah 362 smiled and put down the flowers before walking over to Numbah 1. "Thank you, Nigel. You're right, this is my treehouse too." She reached up and pushed the bald boys sunglasses up on his nose, making him blush briefly from the sudden contact. "And please, call me Rachel." She said before going back and getting the flowers.

"Thanks for the gift!" She said over her shoulder as she walked off to another part of the treehouse. "You're welcome...Rachel." Numbah 1 muttered, utterly lovestruck.