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Happy St. Patrick's Day! I hope you are spending it well, celebrating it (assuming you do) in whatever way you celebrate it. Me personally, it's just another day, a day closer to spring, it's cool. A day closer to seeing tulips in bloom. Anyway, it's time for the next chapter of Flodge. Now, in this timeline, we are caught up with "current" events. We are now post AvA6, my Fanfic of the same name teased this entire story, and for the first time, I am taking the POV of a character, and not 3rd person.
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===AGENT SHADES' POV===
My men and I flew in the direction of Flodge’s laboratory. We were reeling from the loss of Vic, practically retreating with our tails between our legs. None of us were happy about it, but Ballista was the most salty. He has always been the wildest, the most insane out of all of us, the one to shoot first, second, and third before asking questions fourth. However, having seen the orange one’s power firsthand, I knew we had no chance against him and we had to retreat, especially after what he did to Vic. Besides, our paychecks were vaporized with Vic’s defeat. We had no reason to stay and chose survival over money, especially since all the money in the world means nothing if you’re dead.
Riding our speeder bikes, it wasn’t long before we arrived at Flodge’s lab. Anything that fills our pockets, especially after our most recent paycheck slipped through our fingers, we are in for, and Flodge promised to match what Vic was initially paying us. We parked our bikes and we headed inside, and what we saw caught all of us off-guard. We were surrounded by all different types of Misprints, more than I had ever seen before. It was a little unsettling. How was she able to gather so many? I pushed my doubts out of my mind and was soon greeted by a red-and-white striped stick figure.
“You must be the Mercenaries. Flodge would like to speak with you,” she said.
“Good, because my men and I would like to see her as well.” I replied.
“Follow me. She is in her office.” She led the way. CaveStick and Ballista joined me, but Pedestrian was a bit more reserved.
“Sir, what is going on here?” He asked me. “All these Misprints… I’m skeptical…”
“It doesn’t matter what they look like. What matters is our future payment. That’s what we live for, after all.” I told him. “Now shut up. No one is paying you to ask questions.”
The red-and-white striped stick led us to a room and told us that Flodge was within. I knocked, and heard her voice.
“Enter.” She said. We walked in, and there was the creator of this company behind a desk. “Ah, the Mercenaries. Thank you for coming… even though it took a while.”
“Who’s our bounty?” Ballista asked.
“Whoa, whoa, someone’s quick off the draw.” Flodge noted, rising from her chair. “My mission for you is simple. I need you four to find and capture this stick figure.” She showed us a picture of the orange stick we had imprisoned. “Do you know him?”
“Yes, we have experience with him.” I said, nodding. “I took him out easily. He should be no problem.”
“‘Easily?’ I’m surprised. I have heard he has incredible power.”
“He didn’t get the opportunity to use them against me and my men here. We overwhelmed him with our superior numbers and skills.”
“Most impressive.” She added. “I trust you four can do the same thing again?”
“We will not fail.” CaveStick claimed.
“You had better not.” She opened the door. “Follow me, and we’ll discuss your payment.” She led us down a hall into another room. “I have someone over here who has seen the full weight of the orange one’s powers. He is not afraid to kill, so I’d recommend not failing him.” She opened a door to another room, and in it I saw someone I recognized, though not from past experience. While looking through The Chosen One’s memories, I noticed a Hollow-Head get blasted by the orange one, and though this one looked a lot more banged up compared to his video counterpart, it was still the same person.
Flodge bowed before this Hollow-Head. “My Lord, here are the bounty hunters who will bring us your brother.”
The Hollow-Head breathed deeply. “Good. You had better not fail me, or else.” He ignited something on his arm, and a giant, triangular blade emitted from his hand. This was clearly someone to not be taken lightly, though I never knew his full capabilities.
“We won’t.” I assured him. “Speaking of, what about our payment, Flodge? My men and I like being compensated for our work.”
“You have to prove your worth, first.” Flodge replied. “What happened at your last job?”
“That orange stick figure happened, that’s what. He destroyed our boss.” I answered.
“Where were you during this event?” the Hollow-Head asked.
“We were doing our job. We were assured that our boss, a Hollow-Head like you, could handle it. We were wrong.”
“You worked for another Hollow-Head? My brother, Chosen?”
“No, our old boss’s name was victim.” I replied.
“Hmm…” the Hollow-Head sighed. “I’ve never heard of him. No matter. You won’t fail me, will you?” He leaned closer to me, so close my shades were getting foggy from his breath.
“Back off. You don’t want to mess with this.” I whipped out my baton and spun it around.
“And you don’t want to mess with me.” He ignited a blade on his arm. Flodge stepped between us before it could escalate.
“My Lord, let’s give them a chance. They have experience with him. Maybe they know how to counteract his powers.” The Hollow-Head backed off and sighed.
“Alright… Let’s see what they got.” He said.
The next several days involved me and my men showing our abilities in different training sessions. We showed off our speed, strength, and fighting ability to them, and while Flodge was impressed, the Hollow-Head was not, at least, not yet. He was determined to face off against me and my men, and he chose to do it without his blades, claiming it would be more of a “fair fight.” We agreed, and he squared off in the battle-testing chamber.
“We got him outnumbered, men. Just trust your instincts, and how we were trained.” I told them.
“Screw instincts! I want to face this guy head on!” Ballista said eagerly. He then bolted, shooting at him with his head gun.
“I guess we’re doing this.” I charged at the Hollow-Head, CaveStick and Pedestrian followed behind me. It turns out this Hollow-Head had some impressive power. He shot fireballs at us, flew into the air with fire from his non-prosthetic hand, and even his basic fighting skills were on par with Pedestrian’s, the best hand-to-hand fighter we have. He even turned my own Photoshop abilities against me, though I was able to counter them. He is clearly powerful, more than I thought when I saw him in The Chosen One’s memories. The fight between us was mostly a draw until the Hollow-Head took the upper hand late and pinned me to the wall. He ignited his sword, but before he could drive it through me, we were cut off.
“Stop!” Flodge called from up above. The Hollow-Head turned his blade off, and Flodge descended to our level. “Well done, I am impressed with all of you. My Lord, you are relentless. You seem to be back to your normal self. And Shades, you and your men seem like the right men for the job. Bring us the orange stick figure… alive.”
“And our payment?” I asked.
“Consider it doubled if you do it well.” She promised.
“No doubt his friends will be after us. They were last time, but they are no match for us. They are puny stick figures without powers and fighting skills that cannot compare to mine.”
“‘His friends?’ A quartet of brightly-colored stick figures?” The Hollow-Head asked.
“Yes, but they’re nothing compared to us.” I insisted.
“They’re dead.” The Hollow-Head protested. “I drove my blade through them and disintegrated them myself. What colors are they?”
“Red, yellow, blue, and green.” I answered.
“Liar! I killed them! They should no longer exist!” The Hollow-Head shouted.
“Perhaps this orange one is stronger than we all thought.” I theorized. Either that or he has friends of similar colors, but I have seen his power. It was nothing like I’ve ever seen before. Perhaps our first bounty, ‘The Chosen One,’ was keeping information from us.
“Regardless of his power level, I look forward to seeing his power drained.” Flodge said. “Now, find him and bring him here!”
“Yes, boss.” My men and I left for our bikes and, upon reaching them parked outside, we climbed onto them.
“Sir, you think we can handle the orange stick?” Pedestrian asked.
“Considering we decked him the first time we faced off against him, it should be no problem.” We took off into the sky, heading toward the portal marked ALANSPC, the home of the orange stick and the final resting place of our old boss. This one cost us our biggest paycheck yet, so this… this was personal. The orange one would pay for what he did.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Another week, another day, another Monday, another chapter of Flodge. A couple of chapters ago, I brought up the question of whether or not we were going to see King and the Rainbow Squad, and after five chapters of bridging the gap between AvA5 and AvA6, the squad is finally here. To set the record straight, this takes place a couple of weeks after my AvA6 Fanfic (which is on my blog if anyone wants to check it out). Everything has settled down since their encounter with Vic, but the action is ramping back up almost immediately afterwards.
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===KING'S POV===
It’s been a few weeks since the events involving me, the Rainbow Squad, and Vic, and in that time, things have settled back down in both of our households. My son and I are back home and we have returned to our daily routines, and judging from the texts from the Gang, they are also doing well. We are still so grateful for Purple and what he did for us, but ever since then, I’ve been extra protective of him. I nearly lost him… twice now, and I do not want to experience that for a third time. I’m his father. It’s my job to protect him, but Purple has told me that someday, he has to spread his wings and fly. And he’s not referring to his elytra. As much as I hate to admit it, he’s right. I can’t protect him forever, but as long as I have him and the entire Rainbow Squad in my life, I’ll fight for them with every breath I’ve got.
The day started off normally enough. After eating breakfast with Purple, he told me he was going to visit the guys.
“Hang on. I’ll come with you.” I told him.
“Daaad, I don’t need an escort.” Purple moaned, rolling his eyes.
“It’s not that, Prince. I want to visit the guys with you. I haven’t been back there since… well, Vic attacked us. Can we not spend just one day together? As a family?” I asked. Purple sighed, but then smiled.
“Yeah. I’d like that. It’ll be fun.” We grabbed our elytra, descended the ladder, and flew through our portal in the basement into the Nether and then to the Gang’s portal leading to their computer. We put away our elytra and Purple stepped through it, and I followed. “Anyone home?” He called. I saw the Gang around a table, seemingly finishing their breakfast. They turned to face us.
“Purple!” Green called. Purple and I dropped onto the taskbar.
“King! It’s been a while!” SC said, running up to us. The rest of the Gang followed.
“Yeah, not since Vic was here, I don’t think.” Yellow guessed.
“Yep. Not since this little guy here” I grabbed Purple and gave him a quick noogie, “became a hero.”
“Daaad…” Purple moaned. The Gang laughed, and Purple did as well.
“Honestly, Purple, I’m a little bit jealous.” Red admitted. “I wish I had that kind of relationship you have with your dad.”
“Hey, you have us.” Blue said.
“Yeah, but you’re my brothers, not a father like King. Besides, you have Yellow, Blue. We all know you two are best friends, and the Secondaries have each other. Where does that leave me?”
“Red, Red, don’t say that, buddy.” I walked up to him, putting my hand on his shoulder. “You’re one of us, part of our family. You’re still the heart of our team, one who fights harder and loves deeper than any of us. If I can be a part of your family, after all I did to you, you’re a beloved brother, loved by all of us, through and through.” Red looked up at me, his eyes filling with tears.
“Can I have a royal noogie?” He asked.
“‘May I,’ Red. It’s ‘May I.’” Yellow corrected.
“Lay off, bro.” Green scolded. Yellow chuckled.
“If it’s fine with Purple. That’s usually our thing.” I said.
“He’s my brother, Dad. That makes him your son, too.” Purple insisted.
“OK, Reddy Bear. Just so long as you won’t sock me in the face.” I grabbed and noogied him. He laughed, and we did as well. His energy is so infectious.
“You always have your pets, Red.” SC offered.
“And, even more importantly, you have us.” Blue added. “The Primaries.”
“And us, the entire Rainbow Squad!” Purple said, raising his arms. “And you know how the rainbow starts? With Red.” Red dried his eyes.
“Thanks, fellas. You guys are the best friends a guy could ask for.” He said. “What do you guys want to do?”
“Purple, you’re our guest. What do you want?” SC asked. Purple thought for a moment.
“Reddy Bear, do you have any spawn eggs?”
The next half-hour to an hour was spent playing with Red’s pets: cats, dogs, parrots, you name it. It was so much fun, and I never knew how much I loved the feeling of a dog’s fur or the sound of cats purring softly in one’s lap. It was so cute, and Red was having the most fun out of all of us. The rest of us were also enjoying ourselves, but our fun was abruptly halted. We heard a sound, and Red’s pets scurried off. We got up, and glanced over at the Bedrock wall covering the entrance to the Outernet. It was starting to glitch and flicker, and I didn’t know why.
“What is happening?” Purple asked.
“Stay behind me, Purple. Whatever’s coming though, it cannot be good.” I told him.
“Those glitches…” SC noted. “They look like… Oh no…” I saw his eyes widen with fear.
“What is it, SC?” Green asked.
“I have a feeling… they’re here for me.” SC replied.
“‘They?’ Enough of these riddles, SC! Would you please spill the beans?” Red demanded.
“Red, I think it’s… the bounty hunters who captured me.” Yellow said.
“There’s no way… We need to block the exit further!” Blue raced to grab the Minecraft Game Icon, but it was too late. The Bedrock wall was so glitchy it started to disappear, and the bounty hunters stepped through it.
“You…” SC breathed, shocked. “What are you doing here?!”
“We’ve come for you, orange stick figure.” The sunglasses-clad one answered. He was referring to SC, and not to me.
“If you want him,” Red said, stepping between us, “you’ll have to get through me!”
“My my, you must still be suffering from that concussion I gave you.” Sunglasses replied.
“Red, we can’t take them on.” Yellow insisted.
“They haven’t seen us at full strength!” Green replied.
“I’m not losing my family without a fight.” Purple said, stepping out from behind me and raising his fists.
“I have a feeling they’re at full strength, too.” Blue said worriedly.
“If it’s a fight you want…” Sunglasses began.
“Guys! Guys! Stand down! I’m not putting your lives in jeopardy!” SC proclaimed. “If I come quietly, will you leave my friends alone?”
“Of course. I have no use for them.” Sunglasses assured.
“We can’t trust him, SC! He imprisoned you! And Chosen!” I insisted.
“I can’t risk your safety. You guys mean too much to me.” SC countered.
“How cute. You guys care for each other.” Sunglasses quipped. “Weaklings.”
“Our compassion for each other only makes us stronger!” Red shouted, stepping in front of SC and assuming a fighting stance.
“Red, back off.” SC told him. Red turned and saw the look SC was giving him. He begrudgingly lowered his fists. “This is my decision.” He took a step forward.
“SC, what about your… talents?” Purple asked. SC said nothing. If I recall correctly from our last adventure, SC claimed to not know how to activate them. I don’t know if he learned in the time since, but if he didn’t, I can only imagine his frustration with this fact.
“I’m yours.” SC said, raising his hands in surrender. I looked around at the others, who were staring in shock.
“Say no more.” Sunglasses paused and grabbed him, carrying him back to their bikes. “And, men… show these puny stick figures what might happen if they try to rescue their friend.”
The three other bounty hunters cracked their knuckles. We knew what was about to happen, and we prepared for a fight. Green, Yellow, and Blue stepped out from behind me, in front of even Red.
“Kids, be careful.” I warned.
“They kidnapped SC.” Green replied.
“They’re going down.” Yellow promised.
“We’d like to see you try.” Pixelated mocked. Green charged at him, and Yellow and Blue were right behind, bull-rushing at Bathroom Sign and Scribbles, respectively. However, their skills and abilities were too great. Green met a blitz of punches, all aiming for the head, knocking him out, and Yellow was no match for Bathroom Sign’s hand-to-hand skills, getting punched, kicked, and uppercutted one after the other, also falling unconscious. As for Blue, he met a shower of arrows and a Scribble guy who is surprisingly buff. Blue took some swipes at Scribbles, missed, and was grabbed by the head and slammed on the ground, also getting knocked out cold.
I was shocked. I couldn’t recall facing a foe, or a group of foes, this deadly since either Herobrine and his clones or the Squad with their Minecraft allies. I grabbed Red and pulled him behind me, where Purple was still standing, shielding them, which wasn’t easy since both of them were equally eager to get vengeance for SC’s capture and for their friends.
“Guys, stay behind me.” I ordered. “I’m not losing either of you.”
“And we’re not losing SC!” Red insisted, trying to wrench himself from my grip.
“Red, calm down. Unhinged rage won’t help us.” Purple said. The hunters closed in, slowly backing us into a corner.
“Back off!” I shouted. “You don’t know what we’re capable of!”
“You guys are capable of something?” Pixelated quipped.
“Aside from being punching bags?” Scribbles added.
“Yeah, thanks for the warm-up.” Bathroom Sign said.
“Why you little…” Red loosened himself and bolted from behind me, punching and kicking wildly. Bathroom Sign effortlessly dodged him and then went on the offensive himself, grabbing and shocking Red, which is something I never expected him to do, and then clocked him across the face. He was out, too.
“Stay behind me, Purple. I won’t let them get to you.” I said. They closed in. I glanced over at Purple, and he looked terrified. For a tough kid like him, it was rare for him to look so scared, and seeing him like this broke my heart.
“Dad… if we don’t survive… I love you.” Purple said weakly, wrapping an arm around me. While I didn’t show it, I shared his level of fear.
“I love you too.” I replied. Suddenly, Scribbles and Pixelated lunged at us, making short work of us. I watched helplessly as Purple was stolen from me by Pixelated and got the Green treatment, a flurry of punches, mostly to the body and face, before falling. Scribbles lifted me up, grabbing me by the neck, and looked me dead in the eye.
“If you try to rescue your friend,” he began, “we won’t be so merciful the second time around.”
With that, he delivered a powerful punch across my face. That was the last thing I remember before slipping into unconsciousness.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Another weekend, another post, another chapter involving Flodge and The Patient. I am struggling to figure out what to put here as an introduction, to be honest. I will say this: the Patient and Flodge's chemistry gets explained further, and one of them will grow stronger. Which one, and how strong will they become? And will this "chemistry" create a dynamic duo, a power struggle, or something in between? This will provide a bit more answers to those questions.
Speaking of questions, I want to address this: When will we see the King and the Rainbow Squad, if at all? We will see them soon enough, I promise. However, considering this FanFic starts soon after AvA5 and the majority of it takes place soon after my AvA6 Fanfic, I am trying to bridge that time gap by... showing off the dynamic between these two characters.
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===THIRD PERSON POV===
Time passed, but some things were not going Flodge’s way. A few days after being forced to pick up the pace, the Patient’s weapon was found, but it was practically destroyed. Its remains were promptly returned to the factory to be inspected and studied, but Flodge was not pleased with it.
“It’s destroyed! What am I going to tell the Patient?” Flodge demanded. She then sighed. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll analyze it.”
She took it into the lab. She had to know how it was made. She was not going to disappoint the Patient. Every piece was proverbially dissected so that a copy could be made, but even her genius could not make heads or tails out of it. Furious, she pounded the table in anger. What was the Patient going to say?
She entered the lab one day and told him the news.
“My Lord… I have found your weapon.” The Patient’s red eyes opened.
“Good…” He breathed. “I look forward to driving it through someone’s body.”
“It’s annihilated beyond belief.” Flodge nervously added. The Patient became enraged.
“You idiot! How am I to terminate my enemies without it?” A fiery ball began forming in his hand.
“My Lord, your powers… they’re returning.” He stopped and looked at his hand.
“Hmmm… Yes… and I know who to use them on.”
Flodge snapped her fingers, turning herself invisible, and then grabbed him by the neck, choking him.
“You forget that I don’t need you. I can sap your powers away at a moment’s notice.” She said coldly. “In fact, maybe I should.” She tightened her grip. The Patient gasped for breath. “You forget that while you might be the King, I am the Queen. I have all the power. Remember your role before you get checkmated.” The Patient, practically suffocating, begrudgingly agreed.
“OK…” He choked out before Flodge let go.
Months passed, and over that time, the Patient slowly but steadily improved in his health. He was fitted with a prosthetic arm and leg and his powers slowly returned. Flodge continuously monitored his progress, and week by week, he recovered his strength. She had her martial arts specialists, Punisher the Plaid and the twins, Zig and Zag train with him.
The first several sessions went badly for the Patient. He quickly got decked by Punisher his first time out, but his rage fueled him and he soon found his footing. Day after day, he got used to his prosthetics and began using them to his advantage. He even was able to keep up with Zig and Zag and their agility. Flodge was impressed. He was turning a corner and returning to his former glory. He was on the upswing.
It took a long time, but the Patient was back on his feet. This solved one problem, but there was another problem that they had to solve: his weapon. It was annihilated, and the Patient himself admitted that he had spent years on it. Flodge agreed to help, and they got to work on it. It was more complicated than Flodge had anticipated. The Patient proved to be quite the mastermind himself, and even with the two of them working together on it, it took them months to recreate his weapon. However, they successfully did it.
With the weapon finished, it was time for the Patient to try it. He applied it to his non-prosthetic wrist and powered himself up. Flodge sent a wave of no-name plaids at him and had them fight the Patient and the weapon. He ignited his weapon, making it into a blade, and after a quick tussle with the plaids, he drove it through one of their chests. The other plaids gasped, but Flodge applauded.
“Well done, My Lord. You seem to be back to your old self.”
“Yes. YES! I feel empowered! I haven’t had this power in years! Now, my loyal servant, I must have revenge.”
“I agree. We shall become all-powerful.”
“Bring me my brother.” The Patient said. “I will grind him to dust if I have to.”
“Well, I don’t know where he is, but I know who to call. Four of the best hunters in the business.” Flodge answered. She left and called the quartet of hunters she was referring to. On the other side of the line, someone picked up.
“Shades here.”
“Agent Shades, this is Flodge. I have a job for you and your team.”
“You have our interest. What’s your price?” She told him. “Nope. We have another offer, and that one is far, far bigger.”
“I’ll match it.”
“Just matching it? That’s it? Our services are off the table.” Shades hung up. Flodge furiously slammed the phone down as she hung up, swearing to herself. Once her rage ended, she decided to look some more into the Patient’s target.
“Who are these friends of his, anyway?” Doing her research, she learned of four main stick figures who did practically everything with him, along with two more who seemed to be close friends of his. Aside from one who was taller than the others, their colors enraged her. They were the bright colors of the rainbow, even named as such, aside from the one who was unique because of his ring-shaped head, but even then, he was nicknamed by his color.
Being a Misprint, she always had something against Regulars and their solid colors, but she overcame it and had developed an empire for herself. What she really hated was the colors of the rainbow. The color wheel was the foundation of all other Regulars, everything from the cleanest white to the deepest black. Even more demeaning, they called themselves the Rainbow Squad. This could not stand. She had finally found them, but even more importantly, she found the Patient’s brother.
Despite Shades not being available at the moment, the opportunity would soon arise several days later when Flodge got a call. She picked it up.
“Flodge? Is that offer still on the table?” It was Agent Shades.
“So you’re crawling back to me, eh?” Flodge asked.
“Let’s just say, my team’s services have just opened up.” He replied.
“Perfect. I look forward to working with you.” Flodge hung up. “Candy!” Her second in command ran up.
“Yes, ma’am?”
“I need you to wait for the hunters I hired. Once they arrive, bring them to me.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Welcome back to my newest Fanfic, Flodge. I took yesterday off, which I had to do. Between all the stuff I had to do, I barely had time to breathe and chill. However, as the weekend draws near, I have more time (and fewer classes) so my next chapter is dropping now. For this third chapter, we shall see more of Flodge's dynamic with The Patient, and while it is shorter than most others, it does start their chemistry. Will they create a bond or will this reaction blow up?
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===THIRD PERSON POV===
The next day, Flodge returned to the lab, the Patient still lying on his back, too weak to move or anything of the sort.
“Good morning, My Lord.” Flodge said, bowing once again. The Patient breathed coldly.
“You… When I get my hands on you…”
“I could kill you if I wanted to, just leave you to your own devices. You would’ve died if not for me.”
“You think you’re all that. You’re not. You are nothing compared to me.” The Patient threatened.
“How about I even the odds a bit?” Flodge suggested. “How about I take your powers for myself? Bring in the extractor, boys!” Several chessboard sticks wheeled in what she called, “The Extractor.” She used this to remove the patterns on Misprints, reverting them normal. She figured she could do the same with the Patient. The chessboard sticks powered it up, and once the machine started whirring, the Patient’s cold, red eyes widened with fear. How was he supposed to dominate the world without his powers? “What do you say, My Lord? Will you take on an apprentice now?” The Patient realized he had no choice, as he was still too weak to fight back.
“Fine!” He spat. “But I’m not happy about it.”
“That’s what I thought.” She called off the Extractor. “Now tell me, who defeated you, so I can bring him here for our newfound benefit?”
“Someone who looks very similar to me, except he’s orange. My younger brother…”
“I will find him.” Flodge promised. “And anyone else who cares tries to defend him.”
“No! I just want him. Something… awakened in him once I terminated his friends… Can you guarantee that his powers will not awaken?” the Patient asked.
“Yes, I am sure. My men and I will research him. As for you, My Lord, we won’t capture him until you’re at 100% health.”
“In the meantime…” the Patient added, “find my weapons. I look forward to impaling him… personally.”
“My men are looking for them now. You shall have your revenge, and we shall emerge victorious.” Flodge promised.
“You had better, otherwise consider yourself my former apprentice.” the Patient threatened. With that, Flodge left the lab and returned to her desk. Once there, she called her head person on the mission to find the Patient’s weapons.
“Polly! Give me answers!” She ordered. Polly was a polka-dotted stick figure who led the group to investigate the crater where the weapons were last seen.
“My men and I have been searching non-stop for days.” Polly told her. “So far, no luck. It’s possible that they got destroyed in the explosion.”
“I will not accept that. They must be found. Find them now!”
“Yes, ma’am. We will work double-time on finding it.”
“I look forward to examining this technology of our Patient’s.” Flodge added. “You remember what happens to people who disappoint me.”
“We’ll find it.” Polly promised. Flodge hung up without responding.
“This army is lacking.” She sighed deeply. “I am a Queen with nothing but Pawns. My King had better be on the right track, otherwise, the world will not be conquered. This will work, we have time, and the Patient’s wounds will take a while to heal. Soon enough, the world will be bowing at our feet.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
Thank you all for reading!! You guys are awesome!! I pretty much "revealed" The Patient's identity, didn't I? Oh, well. It wasn't that secret anyway. Thanks again!
A pup who has gone by many names,
-Perrito
Seems like Green sketches out things he’s looking for in both of the series he’s in. Just one of few instances where he’s a good problem solver:
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I'm curious on your opinions.
In my opinion, I would feel a episode would go along the lines of this
Yellow is exploring the underground mines of the PC again, and his roller coaster, though has seem, better days, due to construction to make it actually funtional, Yellow would get to the lava pit, but falls in, he drinks his potion and dives into the pit, He swims to a opening of a cave in the pit, and goes into it, he falls down it to a warden cave, not a city, but a sculk cavern, he would be chased by a more sculker-warden, engulfed by it, with it's lower half in this sculk, blob, and sculk mobs, He would run into a tunnel, which would have skeletons within, including a famillar looking swamp skelly, It would be a campanion to this episode, Yellow, trapped inside this cavern, and in this tunnel, he would end up finding out under some gravel, using his brush, that their's a chamber, trial chamber.
It would differ from the regular, being actual challenges like parkour, find a button to get out of a room filling up with spiders, turn a copper bulb using only a stack of redstone, nothing else, and has to connect it through a maze with multiple ways to the bulb. All planned by The Breeze, Yellow would get out of the chambers and head to the Breeze's, office, chamber,where it would await, along with some summoners, after a difficult battle, with some, changed mobs, and a pack of armadillo armoured wolfs, that were spawned, but tambed by yellow thanks to skeletons spawing, would get a rod from it's body, get a core from the spawner, and craft me, A Mace, and kill the breeze. He and the Bog, along with the wolfs, would go back to the cavern, where the Warden awaits them, and after the wolfs die, and the Warden get's freaking ONE-SHOTTED BY THE MACE, AND YES THAT'S ACTUALLY TRUE!
Yellow would go back onto the surface, while the Bog stayed down in the mineshafts, and Yellow would sneak a spawner with him to the PC, and when he places it down to do tests on it, it spawns, a Breeze..........and done, episode over.
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After taking yesterday off, I am back, albeit a bit later than usual, with the second chapter of my newest Fanfic: Flodge. Now, about my upload schedule, because I will admit, I am posting slightly later than I did a few weeks ago. School for me is going to be super busy for me this week and the weeks to come, so I make no promises as for a regular posting. I want to keep my priorities straight and school comes before my Fanfics. I will post these whenever possible, if only a bit more... hit-or-miss. I appreciate your understanding.
As for this current chapter, this is about the titular character and her new acquisition. I won't be dropping names for a while, though judging by the comments from Chapter 1, that won't be necessary. lol We will see the first real interaction between Flodge and the one who shall be called... The Patient, along with some parts of the former's ambitious plan.
All comments are welcome, be it positive, negative, or neutral. I am still taking pings for whoever wants to be part of Perrito's Pinged Pals and thank you all so much for reading and commenting! Your love and support is so greatly appreciated! Thank you so, so much!
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===THIRD PERSON POV===
Flodge’s patient said nothing else. Flodge figured he was too weak to say anything, and she was right. Considering the shape he was in, it was a miracle he was alive in the first place. She snapped her fingers, turning herself invisible, and inspected the patient further. The most notable thing about him was what wasn’t there. He was missing half of his left arm and half of his right leg. His shade was considerably darker than what she had expected after doing her research on him. He had also suffered severe burns from the explosion and numerous deep cuts and bruises. He was in bad shape, but it would be worth it to bring him back to his former glory. She knew of her patient’s endeavors, of his own genius tech, but it wasn’t just that that drew her to him. It was his lust for power.
At his peak, the Patient was one of the most powerful stick figures ever created, and it wasn’t just his inventions that made him powerful. His creator had named him in such a way that gave him incredible power, more so than most other stick figures, be them Regulars or Misprints. He had craved chaos and world domination, something she also desired, hence, why she saved his life.
She left the lab and called her best and smartest doctor.
“Bishop!” A white-and-blue chessboard stick figure ran up.
“Yes, ma’am?”
“Keep an eye on the Patient. He’s in critical condition. I want him brought back to his peak, and I don’t care how long it takes.”
“Right on it, ma’am. How bad is he?”
“He’s hanging on by a thread. You’d think he got hit by a dynamite truck that then exploded and then got hit by a gas tanker which ignited.”
“That’s quite the description. My men and I will get right on it.” Bishop vowed. He called his fellow chessboard sticks and all of them flooded into the lab.
Days turned into weeks, and then into months. While Flodge’s army stagnated, this was deliberate. She had found someone with the power of a chess player’s queen and needed him to join the army. She didn’t want more lackeys, more pawns to her arsenal, she wanted the Patient. Over time, the Patient was given prosthetic limbs to replace the ones he lost, and while he was still in bad shape, it no longer hurt so much to talk. Bishop returned to Flodge with news about the Patient’s progress.
“Boss, the Patient has some questions for you.”
“Excellent. I wish to talk to him as well.” Flodge strolled into the lab. The Patient was still lying on his back, chessboard sticks surrounded him, constantly monitoring his progress. The Patient looked up at her.
“You’re back…” he breathed coldly.
“Of course. Why would I abandon my pet project?”
“I’m no one’s pet project. I work alone.”
“We can take you off your life support, if you are so intent on working alone.” Flodge smirked.
“What do you want from me? Why did you save me?”
“We have the same goal, you and I: world domination. Being on top of the world will demand respect for my race... Misprints. However, I want nothing more than to be your humble servant when you are at full strength again.”
“Full strength? I will never reach those highs I once was at. My army was destroyed in the blink of an eye… all at the hands of one superpowered stick figure…”
“What? There’s someone more powerful than you?” Flodge asked, shocked. In her research, she had conveniently stopped part way through. “No matter. My team and I will find him.”
“No… I’m still too weak. I cannot fight him. He would destroy me.” The Patient breathed heavily, his heart rate starting to rise. “I need my weapons.”
“We will find them, but what if I told you I could do you one better?”
“What do you mean?”
“We could give you your enemy’s power. We would be unstoppable.” Flodge suggested.
“‘We?’ I told you, I work alone, and once I get healthy again, I intend to conquer the world without your help.” The Patient insisted. “I would have, too.”
“You did so with your own army. I have an army.”
“You think these puny stick figures could come even close to what I made? If I had my blades, I could remove them, I could remove you, from existence.”
“Yet without us, you would’ve died on that mountain. What do you say, My Lord?” Flodge bowed in reverence.
“Don’t expect flattery to work. Once I get well enough, I’m bolting out of here.”
“OK, but if I were you, I would hope not to cross with your enemy. I can get him out of the picture for you. Maybe even convince him to work for us.”
“There’s no way he’d work for me.” The Patient retaliated.
“You’d be surprised at what I can do.” Flodge said. “Think about it. I’ll be back later, and while you’re thinking, I want to give you some food for thought. I can take your power away, too.” She left the lab. Bishop met her outside. “The Patient is a feisty one, not easy to work with. Maybe he needs a little more… convincing.” She told him.
“Are you sure, ma’am? In his condition, that would be an incredible risk.” Bishop warned.
“One way or another, he’s joining us.” Flodge replied. “I guarantee you that.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
Thanks again for reading! Your support is greatly appreciated! Do not expect a post tomorrow. Days starting with "T" are my busiest, but Friday, I think I'll have more time. Once I get into a more consistent routine, maybe I can nail down a consistent schedule. Thank you all for understanding!
The pup with a great story and a free sweater,
-Perrito