https://youtube.com/shorts/8FWBws2MZf8?si=UhiHpgd5oHFF1Rtu
U can tell that it’s not made my skim, since green doesn’t die-
I hope ur happy big green fan, ur boi gets a whole 30 seconds to perfectly flex his skills on beat, and that sneak peak was not him blowing up :]
So uhm, Ik that most ppl interpret the color gang as males, but can I headcanon them as other genders? Because.. I just thought it'll fit them more. Please let me know!!
The ones everyone's been waiting for.
I was originally building these guys based off AvM (cuz Purple's barely appeared in AvA and the other four don't really show their character traits, apart from Yellow), but King Orange changed everything. I was going for an outfit that looked like some guy's regular work clothes (indicating his past as a happy father) yet had an air of royalty to it, and the result ended up looking like some party costume, but I didn't know how to make it better. So I had to add the cape to make him look better. Also, I couldn't figure out how to make a satisfying replica of the command block or the game icon, so I went for the gold block instead. Hence, the Color Gang figures based off Animation VERSUS.
I don't think it was a bad change; each game character has equipment that really show their talents and set them apart from one another. However, there are some things I wish I could have added. For instance, I couldn't give Blue a bow because the game doesn't have one.
Gonna add The Chosen One, The Dark Lord, Victim, Node, and Conductor when more info about them is revealed!
Ain't my fault; that's what the game calls him
Replaced his sword with a hammer cuz that's what he uses in-game instead. He uses the bird as well.
Martial arts gi cuz close combat. Made him a bit more buff than the others for same reason (and cuz AB said Red is the strongest)
You won't believe it, but TSC has a different face than the rest of them, just like I promised. I changed the nose and cheekbones.
There was a promo image where his "chi" or whatever that is takes the form of a wolf, so I added that (idk if it's really in-game though; I don't think it is)
Blue attack effects
Mechanic outfit cuz tech wizard. Should I have added glasses?
Green attack effects
Tried to go for the rock star vibe cuz electric guitar. Considered giving him a mohawk but nah cuz he's a master of classical music as well.
Outfit a bit more stylish than the others cuz Influencer Arc. Added in the sunglasses cuz I don't think I'll have the opportunity elsewhere.
Sorcerer robes cuz potion master
Wanted a larger bottle but the larger ones are MASSIVE
Purple smoke effects cuz one of his attacks is a smoke bomb
Pink highlights in memory of his mother
Harness to make it look like the elytra are equipment rather than body parts
We don't see the ground in Purple's promo image, so I just gave him netherrack cuz AvM
Will admit, the purple and silver don't mix well together like the original. Maybe it's the pink...
See what I mean?
He inserts the gold block in the staff at his bastion in AvM, so I gave him a black-and-gray stone base.
Wanted a taller crown but this was the best I could find
Please ignore the numbers on the block; the die is a popular substitute for cube-shaped items. I've used it for stuff like the MCU Tesseract and the Bayverse Allspark.
Hope you liked them! Idk if I'm gonna use the same outfits for the AvM versions; my original plan was to dress them all like TSC. I think Green and Purple's suits would work nicely, but not Blue and Yellow. As for Red, idk.
Red: Hey Green! Good morning!
Green: Ok
Red: Hey Green! Good morning!
Green: You just said that.
Red: Hey Green! Good morning!
Green: Okay, what are you up to this time?
Yellow: He has Alzheimer's now, the one that erases your memory.
Green: Oh.
Red: I also have Alzheimer's.
Green: What is 2+2?
Red: I forgot.
Yellow: Oh my. This is rather serious. How do we cure him?
Green: Can't he forget that he has Alzheimer's so he can remember?
Red: I have what?
Green: Now, what is the 39th element of the periodic table?
Red: I don't know, I've always been bad at science since 5th grade!
Green: See? Alzheimer's cured.
Yellow: OH GREAT HEAVENS!
Personally, it’s red and green. i just love their sibling energy of the big brother and little brother, and not in the way of red and tsc, having tsc being more of a tried parent. i mean, all of the stick gang r siblings in a way but y’know wut i mean. it’s just a rlly fun relationship that can be used in such humorous ways. that’s literally wut the prank is all about. i’ll like to see ur opinions in the comments :]
AAAA
IM SO TIRED
But its here aaaaaaaa
It has been a total of 6 months since I last posted a chapter of Roots (the longest gap so far), and 9 months since we got a continuation of the plot (which I apologize profusely for aaa).
AvA 12 and school kinda killed my motivation, but it's been long enough and I finally finished this chapter, which is one I've been looking forward to for a while hehe.
Also I NEEEEED to get into a habit of writing daily. I wrote like two one-shots to psyche myself up for this but I promise there won't me as much of a gap next time. I'm gonna get Roots done by its second (hehe) anniversary.
AAAA i cant believe the full thing is 16k words nowwww
TW: Panic attack, self-blame
Summary: With their memories awakened, Second must now face the truth of what happened during The Showdown.
Word count: 1784 (shortest chapter but it is incredibly stuffed you will forgive me. or maybe you wont. either way enjoy the show.)
Strikethrough is indicated -like this.-
Chapter 7: 01010100 01010011 01000011
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“The Second Coming!”
They shouted their name before they even knew what they were saying, their empty thoughts suddenly flooded with memories. It echoed through the electric air, bouncing against their ears, resonating in their heart with every pounding beat. It escaped their breath and their chest with so much power their throat prickled with dry pain. They could feel it, someone’s hands against their shoulders, the weight planting their feet against the grainy wood flooring. Their eyes flashed open and were hit with a wall of lights and colors, the faces of Chosen and Red and Yellow and Green and Blue appearing before them, stunned, stiff, still.
They were alive.
Second froze in place, everything falling in on them at once. “That… I’m… that’s my…” they stuttered, the air shivering with each sound. They could barely speak. Every thought was so loud in their head, too loud, too uncontrollable to put into words.
They were alive.
They finally managed to speak, eyes drifting upward to the faded red eyes of their predecessor.
“I remember.”
Everything seemed to happen at once.
Chosen’s grip on Second’s shoulders loosened, pulling back as they sucked in their breath. They stared down at Second, the person they barely knew and yet the person who had invaded their thoughts for so long now. And now that person finally understood.
Second stumbled backward, reaching out behind for something to stabilize them. They could barely stand, barely breathe, barely think. They reached the wall, eyes still unmoving, locked ahead of them, staring off to a place miles away. They were still so far apart, even when their friends were a mere few feet ahead of them.
Speaking of which, their friends had now erupted into a flurry of questions.
“What? What do you remember?” Green asked, urgency in his tone.
“I-” Second began, only to be cut off by Red.
“Is it true?”
“What happened?” Came another question from Yellow.
“Hey!” Blue grabbed Yellow by the shoulder and pulled her back gently. “Let them talk.” The rest of the gang stepped back as well.
Second let out another shuddering breath, their legs starting to waver underneath them. Slowly, they slid down the wall, steadying themself against the ground. And then they began.
“You were dying.” Second swallowed, pressing their hands against the floor. They looked up at their friends. At Chosen. “All of you, you were dying. And I was so…” They bit down on their lip, every muscle in their body tensing up and then relaxing. “Destroyed. I was falling apart. I was dying too. And then-”
Second reached up to their face, wiping the sweat off their forehead. They curled their fingers into a fist, their left eye beginning to flicker. “And then I wasn’t.”
Their voice began to rise, stronger now than before. “Something changed. I don’t know how, but… I suddenly felt strong, I was- I was powerful.” They felt the same energy flowing through them right now, lying beneath their skin, prickling across their body. “And… Dark… I was so angry, I couldn’t- He- He killed you, and I-”
Suddenly they couldn’t say any more. Their heart went still. They forced their hand against their chest, gripping the fabric of their t-shirt and trying to breathe.
“That’s… Wow, Second, that’s…” Blue breathed, arms limp, smiling down at their friend.
“That’s amazing!” Red finished for them, throwing his arms up in excitement.
Second shook their head in disbelief, running their fingers through their sweaty hair. They caught sight of the roots and twisted the strands into a messy knot around their fingers, pulling at their scalp. A buzzing began to grow under their skin, a sort of electric feeling creeping up their spine and spreading across their back, down their arms, their bones echoing along with it. It zipped its way down their legs and built inside their head, a ringing that drowned every sound out.
Their friends became muffled before them, their chattering excitement silenced by Second’s own mind. Their vision began to blur as well, a green fog slowly creeping in that covered everything. Second’s breathing quickened as they tried to keep their eyes locked on the one thing they still could see through the haze.
Chosen.
Chosen’s face, blank and yet filled with emotion. Their lips, pursed, and eyebrows, pinched slightly. Chosen’s shoulders, dropped to their sides, letting everything happen around them.
Chosen’s eyes, those faded but burning red eyes, staring right at Second.
And filled with fear.
-It was their fault.-
Something wasn’t right.
Second tightened their grip on their scalp, but the buzzing and the fog refused to cease. It wouldn’t stop. They couldn’t make it stop.
They let go, holding their hand in front of their face, their whole body shaking and buzzing so much that it was hard to breathe now. Something small as dust, so barely noticeable in their clouded vision, yet bright as day, floated about their hand in small waves and glinted off their bracelets.
Bright green sparks.
This wasn’t right, this body, this self. Second turned their hand around in horror, hardly believing it was even part of them. They felt so alien, crowded out of their own head, the sparks getting bigger and the noise getting louder and the fear and the pain growing and growing and—
“Second?”
They jumped at the sound, blinking hard. The ringing and the haze finally subsided to show Green leaning over them, face plastered with dismay. Second stared up at him, frozen, unable to respond. The voices of their other friends began to die down as they noticed Second’s expression.
“Are… are you okay?” Green began to reach a hand down to their shoulder, but-
“Don’t touch me.” Second snapped back suddenly, barely registering the words that had come out of their mouth. Everyone began to flock around the crumpled figure, their body heat grazing Second’s already sweaty body.
Green’s face fell, his eyes widening. “Wh- I wasn’t trying to-” He took another step forward, but Second just flinched again, their breathing shallow.
“I said don’t touch me. You don’t...” Second wiped the sweat from their face and stood up slowly, bracing themself against the wall. “You don’t get it, do you? None of you get it.” It felt like the words were choking them as they came out of their throat, but they didn’t stop. “Dark killed you, and I killed him. He was dangerous, and I killed him. What does that make me?”
“Second, that’s not-” Blue stepped forward slightly.
“Stop.” Second said the word so quietly that they could barely hear it, the green haze starting to spread over their vision once again as their eye began to sting.
“It’s not a bad thing-” Red leaned in closer.
“Stop,” They repeated, the buzzing feeling began to grow again, this time in their fingertips. Sparks began to flutter around them, an acidic, sparkling green.
“You were just trying to-” Yellow reached her hand out.
“STOP! I don’t want to hurt you!!” Second shouted, and the room fell silent. Tears began to gather in their eyes as they looked helplessly ahead at their friends. “Just… just stay back, okay? I don’t want to…hurt…you…” They whispered, their voice cracking. They squeezed their arms against their body and bowed their head, hugging themself until it hurt, trying to make themself as small as possible.
The only sound was Second’s soft breathing.
And then someone spoke.
“Second-”
“I said stay BACK!”
Four words.
Four words that burned.
Four words that rushed from the back of Second’s mind down to their fingertips.
Four words that sent a blast of green light around the room, echoing, crushing everything in its path.
Four words that forced everyone to the ground.
Everyone except Second.
Second stood in the middle of it all, staring horrified at the desolate scene below them. Blue, crouched at Yellow’s side, helping her up while rubbing their own head. Red, sprawled across the floor, his hair all blown back into frizzy tangles. Green, bracing himself against his knee and checking that everyone was ok.
And Chosen, kneeled, one hand planted on the ground, their eyes never having moved from their descendant.
Second couldn’t say anything. They couldn’t move. They couldn’t breathe. All they could do was listen to the voice resounding in their head.
It was their fault.
It was their fault their friends died, their fault they were separated, their fault they were hurt now. It was their fault Dark was dead. It was all their fault.
All the power, all the energy that still remained in them gathered in their chest. The sparks swirled around them and dispersed. They could barely manage to stay standing as their friends began to look up at them, their fearful eyes piercing Second’s heart.
It was all because of them.
“…Second?”
They let out a shuddering, quiet, “I’m sorry.”
And then they moved.
Second spun around, throwing their body against the wall, pressing their hands into it with all their strength until there was a flash of green light and the wall crumbled, sending vibrations through the earth. They didn’t even know how they did it; their emotions just took full control of their body -just like they had back then-. They weren’t themself anymore.
Their breath flashed in and out as the cool night air hit their glistening skin. They stumbled forward, nearly tripping over the concrete rubble they had just created. Second heard their friends calling their name, telling them to stop, but they couldn’t look back. -They wouldn’t.-
The light of the stars glared down at Second, piercing through the black shadow of night. The wind whipped their glowing roots against their skin, flowing back behind them as they left a trail of fluttering green sparks. They could taste their bitter tears, the fear that forced their legs to keep stepping forward, as they bounded off the sharp, cold grass.
Second didn’t know where they were running, they just knew that they had to. They had to get away, had to keep running, because it would protect their friends in the way that they couldn’t protect them before. They didn’t know, didn’t understand why they had these stupid powers, why this had to happen to them. Second was sorry, for everything they had done and everything they couldn’t do. That they would never be able to do.
And so they ran, off into the night, off into the forest where they would be hidden in a blanket of green. They ran away from the world they knew and the world they didn’t. Away from the world they feared and the world they loved.
Away from the whole world.
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Soooo...
You probably hate me now
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This was SO FUN TO WRITE WHEN I TELL YOU I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS CHAPTER SINCE THE BEGINNING
There are so many callbacks wheeeeee i just aaaaaaa
Second my babyyyyy
THEO GIVE ME SOUP NOW (pretty pretty please? :3)
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Tell me if you'd like to be added or removed! I'm sorry if I forgot anyone.
It’s a Second Coming!
Layers are a bit off but i’ll post the final drawing later
The potion of luck was made specifically for green
Ngl that’ll be a good actual short idea
Green taking the potion of luck, becomes invisible by coincidence, does stupid stuff to test it out, and they u can tell wut happens when the effect runs out-
23 Votes in Poll
(I almost laughed out loud while drawing)
9 Votes in Poll
17 Votes in Poll
Everyone's getting ready...even The Dark Lord. (The Chosen One is there, he's just invisible. 🤣)
Pings!
personally i love hitting my favorite characters with The Beam so i do headcanon most of them to be neurodivergent, but i wanna hear about what y'all headcanon them as :3
to anyone who may ask about my aforementioned headcanons:
Green - NPD
Red - AuDHD
Purple - CPTSD, anxiety, autism
King - i don't know what's going on up in that head of his but honestly King definitely has something. he's too much of a boomer to get diagnosed
before an admin or mod locks this post for being "too sensitive" - it's not. the mere existence of disorders and conditions isn't a taboo topic, and the mention of them will not trigger anyone. i can promise you this, considering i have a couple disorders myself. now can i hear them headcanons >:D
Mirror World--Episode 1
(Using a translator)
Format: /Character: Dialogue ; “Narration”
Word count:1819 Word
I'm not very good at writing long novels, please understand!
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“On a pitch‑black night...”
/tsc: Where am I?
/tsc: Mirror?
“tsc reaches out to touch the mirror...”
/tsc: Is that me in the mirror?
“A Stick figure suddenly appears in the mirror”
/tsc: Who... who are you!?
/MirrorWorld tsc: Guess? Of course it's me..
“tsc wakes up from the dream”
/tsc: So it was just a dream..
“tsc gets up and finds a mirror exactly like the one in the dream”
/tsc: Mirror?
/tsc: Looks normal...
/tsc: Never mind, let's go see my friends
“Actually this is a wonderful world, everyone lives happily, tdl hasn't left tco, vic and mitsi live together amicably, pur and ko aren't ashamed about their families being lost”
/green: tsc is up!
/yellow: New Year's is coming, we've already prepared the decorations!
/blue: tsc looks like he has no spirit at all..?
/red: Yeah!
/tsc: I... I'm fine!
/Fighting Stick Figures: Good that you're fine!
/tsc: I'm going to look for senior tco today, wait for me!
/Fighting Stick Figures: OK!
“tsc enters the Outernet”
/tsc: Senior tco told me they opened a clothing store in the city..
“tsc indeed finds that clothing store”
/tsc: Senior!!
/tco: What's up?
/tsc: I have something...
/tco: What is it?
/tdl: tco!! Come help me! I still have 10 orders unfinished!!
/tco: Alright, alright..
/tco: My dear junior, what is it?
/tsc: A mirror appeared in my room for no reason, and I also had a nightmare..
/tsc: In the nightmare there was a Stick Figure that looks exactly like me but with a different color..
/tco: Exactly the same, different color? I've never heard of that
/tco: I'm helping tdl knit clothes, look for me later
/tsc: Got it
“tsc returns to his own room”
/tsc: This mirror...
/tsc: Could it be hiding some secret...
“The mirror suddenly cracks, a hand resembling a Stick Figure reaches out”
/tsc: Aaaahhhh!!~~~
To be continued
Mmm so the new episode is making me excited for green angst and I wrote this while suffocating my Green plushie
and at one point got up and danced around my room singing "torture time, torture time, torture time!" if that gives you any idea of what this is gonna be like
angsttttt + horror hehe
I do recommend listening to "This Too Shall Pass" by OkGo before reading as it's featured prominently in the story lol
I've linked it here for your convenience
https://youtu.be/qybUFnY7Y8w?si=kuqTqbS062L-UOkF
(the video is super cool too)
TW/CW: Panic attack, some horror elements (about as much as the new season of AvM)
Word Count: 2040
When the Morning Comes
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Green wasn’t afraid of the dark.
Sure, he wasn’t particularly fond of it. If given the chance, he would much rather be in the spotlight on a stage, or by a warm fireplace, or underneath the stars and moon than be in a dark, closed off room. Still, he was ok with the dark. It was comforting. Familiar.
Most of the time.
Now, when Green had run off chasing after the armor stand, he really hadn’t expected to get cut off from the others. He thought he would rid himself of it before heading back to the cabin. He didn’t have to be worried about anything. He didn’t need to worry anyone else.
But now he was really wishing he had bothered to wake someone else up.
Because somehow he had been pulled out of the cave, out of the reality he had known for so long. And now everything was dark. And quiet.
And Green was alone.
Green had thought he had seen true darkness before, but nothing he had ever seen was quite like this. Because he wasn’t really seeing… anything.
He tried blinking. Nothing. Even closing his eyes seemed to make no difference. Nothing could get darker than it already was. He shivered.
Breathe, Green. Think.
Light. He needed light. What could give off light? He wracked his brain. Torches. Fire. Bioluminescence? He wasn’t sure stick figures had that. Probably not. Flashlights? He didn’t have one… wait.
His phone.
Green sighed in relief and reached into his pocket for his phone. Except, it sort of took a second to find his pocket. His fingertips were starting to go numb in the cold of this… place, and without light, he barely even knew where his body was. He fumbled in the dark for a minute before feeling the cool, smooth glass of the screen. He pressed the power on button.
Stick.
It must have run out of battery, or gotten wet, or something, because no matter how hard Green tried, it wouldn’t turn on. That meant no light, and, possibly worse, no music.
That wasn’t good.
Music was how Green always tried to calm down in times like this. He’d shove his headphones on and turn up the volume until it was blasting in his ears, louder than his thoughts, louder than the world. He’d let everything melt away into the lyrics that would remind him everything would be alright. He did it when he had been shoved in that cage after Purple betrayed him. He did it for days after he’d seen everyone get killed by that red stick figure. He held those singers and sounds as close to his heart as his friends.
And now both were gone.
Green slipped his phone into his pocket and shifted his stance. He hopped up onto his toes for a second and then flattened again. Carefully, he tried to lower himself onto the ground. He was almost afraid that he would just keep going, getting lower and lower and never reaching the ground. He put his hand down in front of him and felt something hard, metal and round. His trident. He still had it. He shifted into a kneel, gripping the trident by his side, the metal scraping across the stone ground.
The air was so still. Too still. It was disgustingly still, and dry, hitting the back of his throat with every breath. He tried not to think about how thirsty he was, and instead landed on another thought.
The silence.
Yes, this was strange. This place wasn’t just quiet, it was dead silent. And not in the usual silent way either. Usually even if no one made a sound, the air still buzzed with something. Some sort of wind, the air shifting, bouncing off of things even if nothing else moved. Each place had its own silence, unique and shifting.
This was something else.
This was digital silence.
He had noticed this before, when comparing older recordings of songs to newer covers. Even if no one was singing or playing, in the old ones, there would still be some sort of white noise. Not in the new ones. It would be silent, just like this. Empty. A vacuum of sound pulling you into it.
It felt wrong.
The cold was starting to seep in through his skin now, he could feel it. No wonder it was so cold, the air was so still. Sound was just movement, and movement was heat. Green shook his fingers out, trying to calm himself down. It wasn’t working.
Why, why, why did he choose to go out on his own? Backup would have helped- although he supposed he was in a rush anyway. They probably would have gotten taken here too- but at least they would have been together. They could have found a way out together. Purple or Second or Blue… heck, anyone. Green just didn’t want to be alone.
He’d always tried to surround himself with people. Sure, he’d made mistakes before- drove them away with his own bragging or forgetting who really mattered. But everyone did. And he knew that everyone did, because when others had done it- when Purple had done it- he had always tried to bring them back. He knew how much people mattered and how much they mattered to him.
This was the first time he was the one leaving them.
He’d let himself be taken. He’d failed, and he had no way to know what was happening back- in the cave? In the real world? Home?
Something trickled down his cheek, a stream of warmth.
Great. He was crying.
The void seemed to cave in on Green, a darkness so thick he couldn’t even see the hands he was sobbing into. It was finally hitting him: he had no idea how to get out. He had no idea where he was, no idea what it was or what brought him there. And he was terrified.
He was so cold, it felt like it was biting into his bones. So tired, he could barely keep his eyes open. Not that it would matter, anyway. There was nothing to see.
Get me out.
His breath frantically grabbed at the unmoving air. Would it listen to his lungs, fill them up? It didn’t seem to want to.
Get me out.
Was he falling? He couldn’t seem to feel the ground anymore- heck, he couldn’t seem to feel anything anymore. His body was completely numb.
Get me out!
He didn’t even realize he was screaming until the sound hit his ears, so much louder than everything else in that animator-forsaken void that it shattered his eardrums and snapped him out of it. The sound cut out immediately, choked by the still air. Everything was silent again.
Green sputtered and breathed for a second, regaining his footing in the moment. He still felt numb. He turned his focus inward.
Their muscles throbbed. They were so tense, and of course, sore and tired from the long day beforehand. They had walked so long, not really knowing where they were going, just trying to keep moving. To go somewhere, otherwise they’d never get anywhere. He let his muscles relax, his shoulders dropping to his sides.
He brought his hand up to his chest, feeling it rise and fall in time. They focused on their breath. They’d been so scared they hadn’t noticed how they were nearly hyperventilating. They let it in, out, until it slowed down and his heart slowed down as well. The beats had dropped tempo, now calming and consistent.
He let his arms fall down to his sides, running his thumb along his fingers. The grooves along the surface, the curves over their knuckles, the smooth curve of the nail and the shreds of skin around it. He winced as he touched an open cut and a stinging sensation climbed up his hand. He hadn’t even noticed he had been biting his fingers that day- it just happened sometimes when he was stressed. When he didn’t know what to do with his hands. He shook the feeling away and breathed.
They felt the fabric draped around their shoulders, his hoodie and his binder. They felt the ground against their legs, steady, stable, for what felt like the first time all day.
Green opened his eyes (probably) and breathed in again, rubbing his head, running his fingers through his greasy hair. Yikes. He probably needed a shower.
But he would have to get out of here first.
Green reached around for his trident, and, feeling its cool metal hit his hand, scooped it up and planted it on the ground. He carefully hung onto it, extending his long, shaky legs until he was fully upright.
And he began to walk.
He bit his lip, using his trident as a sort of cane to feel what was in front of him. He was worried he might stumble off a cliff or trip into a hole without it, but as the minutes passed, that didn’t seem to be a problem. Everything was the same, flat, endless pathway. But it was the pathway forward, and that was what mattered to Green.
Even if he had to walk a thousand miles, he would make it back to his friends.
Eventually he fell into a sort of rhythm. Tap, tap, the trident against the floor. Clank, clank, rattling through the void. Step, step, his feet finding the way forward. In, out, his own breath, trying to stay steady. Tap, tap, clank, clank, step, step, in, out. It sounded familiar. What was it?
Some sort of song, one he knew. Green tapped out the beat on the palm of his hand and mumbled a few words under his breath, trying to get the right sound. Nothing seemed to fit.
Tap, tap, clank, clank, step, step, in, out.
That one about the nightlight? No, that wasn’t it.
Tap, tap, clank, clank, step, step, in, out.
The one about turning your worst times into stories? No, not that one either.
Tap, tap, clank, clank, step, step, in, out.
That song from the animated movie about the ice princess? What? This sounded nothing like that.
But wait…
That lyric.
It fit.
Green stopped in his tracks and played the song in his mind. The piano, during the bridge, that was the beat he had been searching for. Faint and sharp, a few repeating chords. He called to mind the lyrics, and softly began to sing.
“Let it go, this…” He trailed off, the words swallowed up by the void. Was that the song he was thinking of? A pang of guilt swept through him, singing at a time when he should have been doing anything else. Still, something about this felt right. The song felt warm in his chest, the words soft on his lips.
“Let it go, this too shall pass…” Green sang the lyric through this time, the words ringing out in the air for as long as he held them.
“Let it go, this-” His voice grew louder, crescendoing with the song. Not just letting itself be swallowed by the void, fighting back. Filling the space, filling Green’s body with warmth as his dry throat put all the power it had into the sound. He began to move once again, ever forward.
“Too…” Step. “Shall…” Step. “Pass…!” Step. In, out.
“You know you can’t keep letting it get you down,” He sang, the sound hitting his ears in an array of colors. The music was now filling his mind, the notes played perfectly as if he was listening live. And he kept singing, following the lyrics along like a path as he walked blindly into the night. “No, you can’t keep letting it get you down.”
He knew that there wasn’t much he could do, no way of knowing what lay ahead or what lay behind him, but he had to keep going. “Is it really all that much to lug around? And you can’t keep letting it get you down…”
Eventually he would make it through. Eventually he would pull it off. No matter how difficult, how dark and quiet and endless it seemed, this too shall pass.
When the morning comes.
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This idea came to me the night after the new episode came out. Probably not canon in the slightest, but it was SO MUCH FUN to write, mostly cuz of the limited senses there were to work with. I was looking for songs that Green could sing at the end, and I referenced the ones me and some friends (Thank you, @2ofSpadesssss ) thought of in the fic, even though they didn't make the final cut.
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(text at the bottom for anyone who needs to translate it)
"merry christmas, here's your present"
"WORLD'S BEST GRANDMA: LOVING, PROTECTIVE, SINCERE"
"it has your attributes"
also green's design has changed a bit, now he's half ringneck parakeet and half green ringtail possum
