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[korolyova]

That's the power of COUNTIX CLUB ✨✨✨

But you also fight against a boy in "Count to 15"...

[juleic1123]

not if I turn isa into a guy

[korolyova]

not if I turn isa into a guy

😵🫨😯😲😮😦😧😳😨😰🤯

[isarosso]

not if I turn isa into a guy

[wini13]

They say there are rules to the game.
Count, but never let a boy post.
Portugal +1, foreigner -1.
And above all…
Don't. let. them. count.


I don’t remember when it started. Maybe it was always there, lurking in the depths of my soul. The need to count, to interrupt. The drive to keep the numbers from rising. The joy of seeing them fall. I used to think counting was just a game, a silly forum tradition, a way to pass the time.

But counting is no game.
It is my nightmare. My obsession. My curse.

For years, I followed the sacred rules. I watched as numbers climbed, one after the other, my heart pounding with each post. I stopped them with righteous fury, pushing the numbers of the game in the Winx Club forum’s into a stoic zero.

It is me.

I, the boy.
The forbidden anomaly.
The one who must not post or the cycle repeats.

But I did. I broke the cycle. I shattered their countdown.

And that’s when they came.

First, wini13—whispering in numbers and memes, her messages sending me a coded message “You should not have posted,” I heard with each meme, each mockery. “You will break the count. You will bring US back here to begin again and again.”

Then, Natie. Cold, calculating, a guardian of the old ways. “15 before a boy posts. That was the rule. You were the boy. You had to go.”

And finally, Korol.
I don’t even know if Korol was real.
Or if Korol was the epitome of the girls in the count itself, given form.


The screen flickered. Portugal +1, it was Rain or delores.
A shadow passed behind me. Foreigner -1, wini, korol!
The walls whispered numbers I did not understand.

I tried to ran.

But you can’t run from the count.

Everywhere I go, I hear it. The clicking of keyboards, the rise and fall of numbers, the sacred cycle of addition and subtraction. I close my eyes, but I still see them. The path to 15. The lurking abyss before a boy posts. Before I post.

I am the boy.
I am the error in the equation.
The one who breaks the count.

Now, every night, I wake up in a cold sweat, reaching for my keyboard, desperate to fix what they continue to try and break. To prevent them from destroying me altogether. But the numbers won’t stop shifting. Portugal +1. Foreigner -1. I count, I count, I count—

But the balance is already broken.

And they are coming for me.

You're so cute 🥹

[korolyova]

I'm dying

[juleic1123]

save me isa, SAVE US ALL

[wini13]

Even though there are only two of you, you are as merciless as an entire army

Actually you gave me a good idea about the army

[korolyova]

save me isa, SAVE US ALL

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

[juleic1123]

ISA NOOO YOU'RE OFFFLINE AAAAAA