The Box - Animator vs. Animation 10

After I have watched ava 12 "Hacker" I couldn't help but notice that Agent Smith and Rocket Corp. Workers were surprised to realize that TSC is able to revive, even though in ava 10 "The Box" they already had TCO and were scanning his memories, and when they realized that TSC is very powerful they just stopped the memory scanning then started looking for yellow. What proves that Victim or Agent Smith didn't know that TSC can revive is when Agent smith was surprised to know it. though I'm still wondering why hadn't Agent Smith or Rocket Corp. Workers inform Victim about this fact.

A calendar? With only 4 rows? And what are those crosses and circles?

OOHHHH IM EXCITED FOR THIS ONE, CUZ YEAH!! this one is gonna have massively large argument with two particular people...I mean sticks.

A little recap: Faith has betrayed them, victim confronted the trio and they now have to meet the fate of getting sent to the same prison cell with The Second Coming, which they don't know about.

Foreshadowing text of the chapter: All of a sudden, a shockwave broke the air.

GRAB YOUR POPCORN BOISS, DIS ABOUT TO BE A ROUGH CHAPTER

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We saw a dim interior and an orange hollow head, who passed out and started sleeping peacefully in the dark. But my attention turn towards getting out of here.

"Conner, we should wake them up so we can possibly get us out of here."

"He wants us to get out, to get ourselves into another trap. That's why he sent us here, because of me. It's my fault."

"Conner, we have to get out."

"No."

"YES!"

"This is all part of his elaborate plan, I used TO WORK HERE!" Conner raised his voice.

I didn't believe him. "Maybe you still work with him, HUH!? MAYBE YOU DID THIS, BETRAY ALL OF US AND POSSIBLY HARMED CARMEN!!"

"HOW DID I HARM CARMEN!? HOW!?" Conner elaborated.

"WELL, SHE WAS SO AGGRESSIVE AGAINST THE WORKERS, SHE NEVER..EVER DOES THAT!!!" I yelled.

"SHE CLEARLY WAS DETERMINED TO HELP ME! I TREATED HER NICELY!!! MAYBE YOUR THE ONE TREATING HER SO BADLY!!!"

"ME!? I KNEW HER SINCE COLLEGE! HER HEX, S*X AND EVERYTHING!!! Carmen Baby-blue, #5b87a6, Mittsstick!!!"

"YOU EVEN DOXXED HER TO ME!!! HOW INSENSITIVE!!!" The mutt dared to say.

"HOW ARE YOU THE ONE TO SAY THAT WHEN YOU KEEP MANIPULATING AND GASLIGHTING THIS POOR STICK!!! WHAT KIND OF MONSTER ARE YOU?!?!"

It was a stupid argument I had to say, but angry people do really dumb things sometimes. But the thought got pushed by Conner's sudden outburst.

"Look...WHY DID YOU AGREE TO THIS!?"

The audacity with this stick, I mean, I could list a bazillion things on why I agreed to be with him.

"YOU LITERALLY STALK US!!!"

"WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO OTHER THAN GET STALKED MYSELF BY THIS STUPID ORGANIZATION!? I NEEDED HELP!!!"

"YOU COULD'VE ASKED ME!!!"

"YOU COULD HAVE BEEN YELLING AT ME, LIKE RIGHT NOW!!!"

The silence was so full, I can't think of a way to come back. After all, he could have chosen someone else instead of me. I thought I would have a regular day at work but I got myself into this. But, I need to get out and the stick blocking my path is this stupid b*tch.

I slapped him with all my might.

"Geez, never knew you could throw hands...MY TURN!!"

We started wrestling in a confined space like siblings in a baby cage. He's got good stamina and strength and I started wheezing immediately. The hastley coughs were obvious but I kept fighting him, slamming him up against the bars and getting pushed back when he hit my pressure points. A racket and commotion was formed in the dawn cell. We both saw Carmen huddled into a ball. Then we blamed each other and fought more. The noises being louder and louder with each winning comeback.

"WHY DID YOU STALK US, PERVERT!? JEEZ-"

"WHAT...WOULD YOU DO IN MY SITUATION!? TWIG!!!"

"TWIG!? I AM AN ADULT MAN YOUR hiGHneSS!!! TAKE THAT!" I kicked him in the cr*tch.

"Ohh....sss....OWWW!!! WHAT KIND OF LUNITIC DOES THAT!?"

"YOU WOULD DO THAT TO ME ONCE YOUR DONE WITH MY USE, MOTHERF*CKER!!!"

"SWEARING LIKE A P*D*PHILE HU-WHAT THE ACTUAL F*CK MAN!?"

"THAT'S SUPPOSED TO HURT, YOU KNOCK-OFF PIXAR VILLAIN!! YOU CAMOUFLAGED ZOOKEEPER!!! YOU MALE MALLIFICENT!!! YOU-"

All of a sudden, a shockwave broke the air. It was by a screaming, a yelling, and they were announcing something.

"STOP!!!"

The force made all the bars rattle and creak, and all of us were astound. I even heard murmurs of the workers outside, they also must've heard of the rage.

"WHO WOKE ME U-ohhh...Kay." They stopped their yelling.

The "orange juice" was visibly confused, scratching their head and looking at us with a raised eyebrow. They never seen us before in their jail cell, presumably.

"What. The. Alan."

"Who's Alan?" I spoke to him.

"My creator, he's the best...I miss him but my friends....where could they be?"

"Well, we might help you! What's your name? victim called you 'orange juice's but that's clearly wrong."

"Orange juice- no...uhhmm.."

We all chuckled a little, relieving all of our burdens and pain for a moment. Their face turned pink due to embarrassment.

"Second, but sometimes it's Orange. victim was kinda almost there. Heh..."

"You must care about your friends a lot, do you." Carmen joined in the conversation.

"Yeah... there's Blue, Yellow, Red and Green...my best friend."

An idea popped into my head. We saw Yellow getting kidnapped and the rest left there, knocked out by the shades stick. The rest of us were also thinking the same thing. We should give this stick the good news, they must've been here for a while... without a visit from their friends.

"We saw them earlier on the parking lot. If you can help us escape of course..." I answered.

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WOOHOO! I'm not sure if I should give it a good or bad ending so here's the deal.

Heads or Tails?

Second got woken up from his slumber, lolz 🤣 🤣 🤣

Poor sec.

Whew, this one is quite a bit longer! I'd also like to say that it's a little inaccurate because I was writing from memory, but... just deal with it XD

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The stranger hesitated. And then, in one, fluid motion, he drew an eel. The eel came to life instantly and swam through the air.

Dennis drew a quick breath. This experiment meant two things. One, this pencil was a lot cooler than he’d imagined. Two, it really was his fault that his shark didn’t come to life.

Barbara nodded indifferently. “Adequate.”

Kevin looked up from his clipboard, his eyes glowing. “That was… awesome! Now draw a bird!”

Barbara switched the cursor to an eraser. The eel shrank back and hissed. It was intelligent. It knew pain. It feared death. It screeched horrifically, slamming into the chamber walls to escape. Instinctively, the eel glowed with electricity. It knew that to shock its assailant was its only defense.

Sparks flew. The shield crackled under the strain. All the scientists fell to their knees and covered their faces.

“Dennis! Duck!” Kevin cried.

Barbara’s face was grim. She was no longer in control. Her eyes blazed with anger and she reached for the console controls. With one deft motion, the eel was slain.

The lights flickered back on. The shield powered back up. Dennis hardly dared to breathe. His eyes darted to the isolation chamber where the stranger trembled.

“You good?” Dennis called out, standing up quickly.

The stranger took a quick gasp and stood up. “I’m okay!”

Dennis could’ve laughed. A wave of relief poured over him. Howard and Larry were still terror-stricken, Kevin’s face was a living picture of solemn concern, and Barbara… well, she always looked angry. Dennis was usually pretty good at reading people, but the stranger’s face spoke of myriad emotions. Foremost among them was fear and confusion, but also a hidden intelligence and sadness. This sadness surprised Dennis, and he couldn’t stop the lump forming in his throat.

The room was filled with gratitude. It was tangible. But it only lasted for a minute before it was rudely interrupted with Barbara and Kevin yelling at each other again.

“What’d I do to deserve you guys as a team?!” Barbara said, throwing her hands in the air.

“This is literally all your fault, Barbara! It was your idea to start the experiments so soon. I mean, it’s hardly been a day!” Kevin retorted. Patient as he was, Kevin was close to snapping.

“Well, I think it’s all Kevin’s fault,” Larry said, hoping not to get caught in the crossfire.

“Shut up, Larry,” Kevin growled.

The scientists squabbled. They hurled insults and pointed fingers without actually getting anywhere. Dennis wasn’t sure what to do. He didn’t want to take sides. He didn’t want to make Barbara hate him any more than she already did. He looked at the orange stick figure. He stood awkwardly in the isolation chamber, pretending not to listen to the scientists’ petty arguing. Instead, he was gazing at the pencil in awe.

Soon the murmuring settled down into offended silence. None of them would make eye contact with each other.

“Is there… um… anything I can do?” Dennis asked, even though he already knew the answer.

“No,” Barbara said. “You could’ve gone home an hour ago and no one would’ve missed you.”

“Actually, Dennis,” Kevin said, “Why don’t you and Howard go take the… um… the guy back to his cell?”

“Okay,” Dennis said. He looked to Howard. He was quietly re-cuffing the orange stick figure. With a small nod to Dennis, he led the stranger out of the room. Kevin and Barbara had started arguing again, so Dennis followed Howard without a word.

They took the same hallway out and silently walked down a few more corridors.

Dennis wasn’t good at silence. He was in too much awe of this man to be silent. It only lasted a few seconds before Dennis couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Dude. That was awesome. How did you do that?” Dennis said. His eyes were bright, but the stranger’s eyes were downcast.

The stranger didn’t answer. Dennis didn’t mind. At this point, he was convinced that nobody here was very conversational.

“Whatever. It doesn’t matter. What’s your name, anyways?” Dennis asked.

“Just call me Orange,” he mumbled, still not looking up.

“Well, nice to meet you, Orange. I’m Dennis.” Dennis said, smiling. He couldn’t help but smile. In so dark a place, where everyone was so melancholy, he couldn’t help but have fun. It was habit.

“And… we’re here,” Howard said.

Dennis had almost forgotten the presence of the quiet stick figure, but his surprise was soon masked by a greater, much more haunting surprise.

Four intimidating people surrounded a glowing white room with a giant projector screen. Inside, Mr. Victim himself was talking to a black, hollow-headed stick figure. The room also had a few jaillike cells in the back. Dennis felt a chill crawl down his spine. This was giving him major evil-science-lab vibes.

“Wait, a jail?” Dennis said, “I thought— I mean– Is that… ethically okay?”

“Don’t know,” Howard said.

Orange said nothing. Howard continued to lead him gruffly to one of the jail cells. He hadn’t looked up until Howard gave him a particularly ungentle shove, but when he did, he stumbled back in shock.

Dennis followed Orange’s eyes. The projector was playing a video of some kind. It was of Orange! The same Orange! But he was different. For starters, he wasn’t incredibly depressed. More importantly, he had superpowers! He was shooting a giant laser effortlessly. Green sparkles surrounded him and he was levitating in midair.

“Dude! You’re awesome!” Dennis said. He didn’t even try to suppress his excitement.

“Shut it down!” One of the strange people said.

Howard flicked a switch. Blast doors closed around Orange’s jail cell. Dennis’s heart sank. He heard a panicked cry from inside of the cell.

Howard ran. Dennis looked back at the cell. Was it dangerous to stay? Everyone else was fleeing. Maybe that was the right response.

Dennis ran after him. And then he ran headfirst into Sheila.

“Dawson? What are you doing here?” Sheila asked.

Dennis was just obeying Kevin, but he felt sure he’d done something wrong. He was sure that he saw something he wasn’t supposed to. He had only listened to his superiors’ instructions, but he averted Sheila’s gaze all the same.

“I was just… Barbara told me to go home, but Kevin said I could. I… I wanted to help.”

Sheila smiled. Dennis could’ve cried. It felt like ages since he’d seen another face smiling back at him.

She said in a soft, almost motherly, voice, “It’s okay, Douglas. I know it’s hard to keep up with them. They’re geniuses, after all. But Mr. Vic sees something in you. He knows you’re a genius too, no matter how lost and confused you looked this morning. Don’t worry. Give it some time.”

“Thank you, Sheila.” He said. He meant it. He could’ve left with that. He could’ve ended the day on a good note. But instead, he added, “Oh, can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot,” Sheila said.

“What about Orange? What’s his story? What’s going to happen to him?”

Sheila’s face clouded. She tried to mask it with a soft chuckle. “That’s three questions, Daniel.”

“And?” Dennis persisted.

“Just… don’t look into it, too much, okay?” She tried to turn away. She tried to leave, but Dennis’s question had already escaped.

“Will he be okay?”

“Time will tell.”

Victim: Where is my father?!

The Chosen One: I don't know!

Victim: I know you're lying, where is my father?!

The Chosen One: I'm telling you, I don't know!

Victim: I swear to God, if you don't tell me where he is, I gonna choke you!

The Chosen One: Look at the sky, there's his IP to his new computer,he's there, just please don't hurt me...

Victim: Now, that wasn't so hard, wasn't it?

You remember when victim was scrolling through Chosen's memories? He'd just about reached the part about ALANSPC when Chosen started banging his head on the floor and the signal was lost. Then when Vic restored the signal it was already at the Showdown scene. So the past seven or eight years had been skipped! I guess Mr. Becker doesn't want to give spoilers about what Chosen's been doing during that time.

go ahead, inhale the half-baked meme I baked in the oven <3

Mine was the scene where Vicky and the mercs walk through the factory and we see all the workers busy printing Yellow's wanted posters. The music was so stirring!

When we saw Victim setting fire to a sheet of paper, I assumed it was one of Yellow's wanted posters, and that Victim was burning it to display his annoyance at having printed them for nothing.

When I was in my bed at night I thought about "the Box" and my mind Was like, "Hmm, I wonder what was the key code shady put in?"

So I went onto the episode and I used numbers to see what numbers were shady putting in, I watch carefully on what buttons he was pressing. And the code was: "5263".

Welcome to fight club, *teeth clenses* i'll like you to meet, Golf club....and my pack >:)