Stick Figures

Her style is based on how Mitsi and the other farmers look. Unfortunately, I kinda suck at drawing, especially on computers, so she's in a very neutral pose, but I hope she still looks good.

I know it isn't that impressive, but I wanted to share it.

Season 2, Episode 7

After Corn Dog Guy, Agent might be the next character considering he was the second most voted person in the poll of characters.

And after the final episode will be a season 2 compilation. Which leaves the 2 tied characters, Gold and Navy.

Season 3 Poll

We will decide if there is going to be new season 3 characters or if it includes Gold and Navy. After the first following events, A poll for Season 3 will be decided.

Extra Faces (And Subtitles)

Extras are coming to the series! It's not the main seasons but It's mostly different Alan Becker scenes and it will probably have subtitles. (That will be decided with a poll)

as much as StickFigures are respected by their community but while emoji and smileys are literally treated like a garbage bag and have had two awful adaptations !

Assuming that Countryballs take the role of stick figures, then here is the proof:

Poland can into the Outernet!

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The stick gang was recently teleported to space, where they had a lot of fun. However, the surroundings became distorted around The Third Coming. The entire backround glitched, and he woke up in a middle of a room with a computer hooked to his head. It had all been a simulation.

The Third Coming went out of the room to find a long hall. As he walked through the halls, he saw different computer screens of the location of each stick figure (and Alan Becker). Just then, a group of gray stick figures suŕrounded him. He tried to fight back with his firebending, but he was eventually tasered.

When The Third Coming opened his "eyes", he was in a bigger room.There was a stick figure sitting on a chair. The stick figure slowly walked toward him, as the stick figure's color shown to be a gold-like color. He explained that his name was Gold, and that he was almost eradicated in a minecraft simulation. So he was planning on getting revenge on the stick figures of the entire Outernet by concealing them inside simulations like the ones that lead you to space. He finally explained that he decided to use them as test subjects.

The Third Coming told Gold that he shouldn't use revenge or any scientific mumbo jumbo to use against everyone. However, Gold said that the whole tramautic experience caused him to lose sight of his own father. They argued back and forth, which eventually led to a physical fight. The Third Coming shot lightning at Gold, but he revealed that he had the power to control the entire simulation by switching the location between him and The Third Coming. He was electrocuted. And before he fainted, Gold told him that The Third Coming had not left the simulation yet.

The Third Coming woke up to find himself laying in bed on the space station, only now, he knew it was all a lie. Outside the room he was in, everyone was having a space pizza party. The Third Coming tried to warn everyone that they were all in a simulation, but they were too busy living their life in the microgravity. The Third Coming tried to escape the space station, but Gold was waiting for him. The Third Coming tried to electrocute him, but due to Gold's new powers, he ended up electrocuting himself.

The Third Coming woke up again. He tries escaping again, only to meet the same fate. This happens 9 times, until The Third Coming cried on the bed. Suddenly, a white portal appears in front of him. Desperate, he goes in. Inside was a white void with Alan Becker waiting for him. "It seems you have noticed it too." he said. "We're the only ones who know this is a simulation. But don't worry. I have a plan. I am an animator, so I also have powers like this. Gold will have a ceremony where he will showcase a new planet in a solar system. You fight him, and when you beat him, I'll do my part." The Third Coming nodded. It was time to put an end to it once and for all.

The planet showcase event was happening the time right after The Third Coming came out of the white void. The Third Coming punched Gold far away, and warned everyone that Gold was a liar, and this time they seemed to believe him.

Gold teleported back to the Third Coming, and the battle began. The Third Coming used all his powers to dodge and attack. Gold had powers to manipulate asteroids and planets. The battle was intense, but The Third Coming was injured. Gold tried to finish him by hauling a big asteroid, but was instantaneously lasered by The Chosen One and Magenta. It was now three on one, with the entire world in wager.

By this point, Gold had enough, and decided to use all of his powers by hauling planets, stars, and asteroids toward them. The Third Coming suddenly remembers that he can enter The Awakened State, and immediately blows everything away with his wind powers (which is scientifically called airbending) while using the awakened state. Then, he uses his fire blast to knock out Gold, making him collide with one of the asteroids. Finally, he blasts Gold with his lasers. Gold was left to the ground, exhausted and severly injured. Gold admitted his defeat, and that was when Alan Becker came out of nowhere (literally) and glitched everyone out of the simulation.

The Third Coming and everyone else woke up from their computer pods. Gold was nowhere to be seen, so they made a ran for it. They encountered some gray (is it gray or grey?) stick figures ready to stop them, but was easily beaten by Alan Becker's powers. They found themselves outside, but in horror. Gold was destroying Becker City with his powers still intact somehow.

Gold was using asteroids to destroy buildings and roads. The Third Coming immediately sprang into action. He used his rockets toward Gold and the battle finale began. They used everything they can to beat the other, The Third Coming using firebending, lasers, ice, and electricity, and Gold using big asteroids. The fight went on, and The Third Coming was knocked out into the non-apartment residential area of Becker City. He suddenly remembered that Gold was King Orange's son, and knew exactly knew what to do.

The Third Coming knocked on the door, and out came King Orange and Purple. He told them that he needed some help. Gold was still coming towards The Third Coming. And when he came, he immediately knocked The Third Coming away without even giving King Orange a glance. King Orange immediately knew exactly who he was. He yelled Gold to stop. Gold turned around. They looked at each other for a few seconds. Then, they came toward each other and hugged. Purple did not know what was going on, so King Orange told him that Gold was his long lost son. The Third Coming, still suffering from the pain on his cheek, looked at Gold. Gold told everyone that he was sorry for taking revenge for everyone in the Outernet. And he clapped his hands to instantaneously remake all the buildings.

Days passed. Stickmen used Gold's technology to make a simulation room for combat. The Third Coming was in the hospital, and Gold and Purple were now brothers. Purple and Gold to began to bond by watching TV, as the story officially ends.

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You can use these names all you want.

• Gold: Arthur (jr.) (Canon)

• King Orange: Arthur (Canon)

• Green: Clark (Half Canon, I found it on the page, source needed.)

• Yellow: Oliver (Non-Canon)

• Blue: Daniel or Ethan

• The Second Coming, as an artificial stickfigure, in my opinion, shouldn't have a name.

• Red: Sebastian

• Purple (Canon Gender, Male): Adam (also even though I said cannon gender I don't mean canon name.)

• Purple (Usually Misgendered version, everybody likes thinking he's a female.): Amelia

• Gold's mother: Sophia

Something bad is coming.

Haven't wrote a chapter in 3 or 2 or 4 or 5....days...lol

WARNING: LONG BOIII CHAPTER TEHE

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This storyline takes place during September-October 2018 in the AvA/AvM timeline and it is an AU

Violence and murder may be portrayed. Suicidal thoughts too.

Alrighty enjooooooooyyyy or not :<

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**Guess the POV! (Medium)**

Two days after.... Derrick's...murder...he.. don't- don't think about that.

School is okay, but everyone knows the drill. Derrick's dead. It was a grimacing dull in the hallways.

Heading to my 2nd period felt like walking up a hill. There were just too much things to process, and that incident with my friend is just- ground breaking. It had been blocking my legs from actively walking inside the classroom. Sticks were peering and whispering. Pitiful whispers, suspenseful whispers, whispers about the murder, whispers about grief, and many more I couldn't make out. I wanted to drop dead on my bed by now. By then, I finally pushed my stupid stick legs out of this paralyzed state, a shook state of mind affecting my limbs.

I sat down on my desk, and the eyes were staring, and flickering to the empty desk right next to me. How did I know the presence of the gazes? I just knew. There was something in the air that was unsettling and unnerving. A premonition, maybe. I didn't even bother looking to my right, I didn't want those memories of him at my face again.

The notes of my notebook was full of class related themes. I was zoned out and away from the world, doing my work like a puppeteer made me write it. My hands were off and away, briskly out of control, pulled at the invisible strings that didn't even exist. It was a dreading 50 minutes let's say, and school was usually a small obstacle to swerve past, because I managed to make time in classes to do homework in, and rarely never do homework at home. I can't imagine doing homework at home, not when my parents might start at fight. This time, though, it felt like a force was slowly pulling the strings of time, carefully inspecting it, then placing it down gently, lifting it up again it doubt, placing it down cautiously, and off with another thread.

Thinking of that night, I cried a lot. My friend was dead. He was...dead...and he will never come back to me to give out ridiculous funny jokes, or play DND, or maybe rant about murder cases, or anything related to crime. I was crying in my bed, the animal noises muffled by pillows and blankets, and I would dump tissues onto the ground. My parents would kill me to see me crying.

The day after, I reported my case to the station. I did that to hopefully stop this crude or whatever from getting at other sticks. My parents were notified, of course they were, but they didn't care. I was ditched that day to get interviewed by the police, ditched by my parents to get mugged questions left and right. I stammered my speech about what exactly happened, because I had to relive my unfortunate tale, and cried during the last questions. The interviewer was really nice, and understood my situation. He told me I wasn't the only one to break down at interrogations. That was nice of him, at least he wasn't those cold hard stick figures that stare at you intently.

Now, the class was over. I'm pretty sure I have another interrogation session this afternoon. And another one after that. Probably some more because why not, 'we gotta solve that dang case.'

The class was over. It was period number 3. I mumbled my groans and shoved the racket-like notebook into a bag that looked like it was bought from GoFundSticks. I crouched my back in the halls, plodding like the turtle in "The Tortoise and the Hare." I wasn't walking that fast, but I couldn't be late to 3rd period. Yet again, my parents wouldn't care anyways, or anything about me in particular. Maybe no one cares.

What even is the point of living if no one cares?

Then I shouldn't live in the first place. Every breath of mine is a waste of good air that many sticks deserve more than me. Every good act is not good enough and anything bad I do is my fault that I could never seem to fix. It was my fault that Derrick was dead. I should've been brave enough to stop him and drag him out of this situation. It was my fault he's dead, I should've been there with him, helping him, leading him out of trouble. I wasn't a good friend.

I should've died.

I should die.

I want to die.

The classroom was right in front of me. I half thought that I teleported there, but I just zoned out while promenading. I flopped on my seat, and steadily dropped my backpack. And right after, stared into the depths of the wood patterns present on the desk. The desk was a dream board, and my head took every opportunity to put those dreams into there so all I could do was zone out.

"Anias?"

I flinched, snapping back. My notebook was blank, and I panicked and clenched myself. I blamed myself with every curse word under the sun, in my head where nobody would notice or hear.

"Yes?" I spat out, unwillingly unprepared.

"What did you get for number six?"

I looked at the problem. It was a simple question, thankfully. The projector presented the simple problem, and the problem said to list out an explicit formula. I already learned this about sequences.

"An=A1(n-1)+d." I sounded like a nerd.

"Great job Anias!"

I slouched down again, realizing that I had kept a straight back this whole time, as well as holding my breath. That was just luck, I'm nothing without anything helping me. I was lucky that I got an easy problem.

...

School was over, thankfully, but I had to get interviewed by some sticks at the station. I got out my phone and was about to call my parents, but then immediately put my phone back into my pocket. They would never care.

I walked over to the police station. It was pretty close to school I should say, but the alley way me and.... Derrick went to was a hike. 5 miles? (Sorry I'm American lol but 5 miles is a lot js)

I fuzzed out for most of the conversation, and the only part I caught on was that the interview was postponed. Never knew that could happen, but there was only one interrogation room. Really? Must be a small police station, but it's called "local police station" for a reason.

After some time, specifically about 1 hour, the reason why it took forever was because there were five stick figures. Five? In one sitting? I guess it's more convenient. But the sticks were odd. The red stick was really, really red. A bright and vibrant one, bright as a live tomato. The yellow one was as neon as one of those stupid posters for sun screen, the green is as green as a lime, and the blue was a light as the sky, and well...the orange one had a hollow head.

Just like The Chosen One.

TO BE CONTINUED and edited lol

Will we ever get them? We already have children, teens, and adults.

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Lil recap: Second is about to go in The Box for experimental purposes...

GRAB POPCORN CUZ SWEARING AND DEEP PAIN.

No foreshadowing text today! Already happened on part 1

ENJOY or...not *cries cutely*

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***SECOND'S POV***

The box was so...plain. All around it was white, like the animation app that me and Alan used to create simple, humble masterpieces. Except, it was white everywhere. No menu, no mouse, no timeline for animation and just, emptied whiteness. They only thing the wasn't white is a panicked Chosen One. Why is he all nervous and sweaty? He's backing away from me... probably because of my powers.

I didn't even know I had them, that's why he bowed down to me once I woken up. I didn't even know at that time that I defeated TDL. When I looked up, Chosen was selected by a selection tool, and all he could say was,

"RUN!!!"

There was nowhere to go but the farthest wall. Chosen tried to suppress it but, flames targeted towards me. He kept grunting, resisting the urge to shoot another one and I just kept dodging and jumping. Then he freezed my left foot. The ice was cold and way solid than I wanted it to be.

"I-Im so sorry...they are-UHHH-controlling my powers...somehow."

That was when his eyes glowed, red. I was done for, maybe I could duck but that would not help at all. Maybe something might happen, who knows. But I couldn't move and I don't want to die, my friends need me. The moment we met, discovered Minecraft and... accidentally summing a whole paragraph worths of 'Laaaa's' at green....

That's it! Maybe I could temporarily push Chosen away! I don't really remember, but here I go...I guess.

"LAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

It was awkward, I didn't even see but my text disappeared and Chosen was out. All there was is a planted foot, stuck in ice. I kept straining to get out, and a little cracking noise made me feel hopeful. So I kept pulling even more. It was taking a while but the ice was melting a little, but still firmly attached to the box's surface. And when I looked up, there he was, and a round two of dodging. This time though, I couldn't really dodge at all. I was better than dead at this point, his hand deliberately resisting to forming a flame. I covered my head and closed my eyes, waiting for the fatal blow.

Fire and painful stings wooshed around me, my skin and everything seemed to be coming off, but some how I was not dying just yet. The pain was unbearable and brutal and when I tried opening my eyes, I saw a bright light that probably blinded that eye for life, maybe a while when I get a potion from blue. It kept going and going, one of the most painful experiences ever. I crouched down in a ball and wanted to cry, but the flames won't allow it. The eternal flame was somehow breathable. The pressure stopped, which means Chosen stopped unwillingly and aggressively spewing a big flame at me, but I was still burning, and possibly dying.

A cold force stuck up on my inflamed body. Chosen froze me in ice, probably wanting to put the fire out. Then the ice retracted naturally and I laid onto the ground. How was I still alive? Am I really that powerful?

My eyes gave in and I was eventually dreaming at that point.

I woke up in the cell again, wondering what happened. I didn't even remember most of being on fire part. And I looked around my skin, not even a single mark.

"How are you alive?" Dave asked me.

I looked at him, maybe telling all my new friends seemed okay.

I told the truth. The expressions of their faces were, hard to read.

"Sh*t that's actually really cool!" Beige- I mean Dave exclaimed.

"I agree, but with that much power and virtually no control seems a little risky. At least you knew about it now." Dark green followed up with Yel-Dave's statement.

"Wow.. that's freaky." Light blue followed. I mean Carmen.

It's so hard actually calling stick figures that are colored by their actual name and not by the color. That's what the gang is very called by, but not these people. My friends...

I shook the thought away, not time to think and cry in a corner when my new friends are next in line to be incinerated, and they don't seem to have powers.

"We need a plan out." Dave stated, also reading my mind and possibly everyone elses.

"I want to make the plan, unpredictable enough..."

He winked at all of us in the cell of misery. Conner did.

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HEADS OR TAILS

Lol hi just deciding on an ending.

Do stick figures ever need to bathe or shower?