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I'm finally off hiatus (and School) and can finally release the next chapter of Roots! Did you know that in just two days is the anniversary of when I proposed this fanfic over on the fanon wiki? Yep! Happy birthday! We've still got many chapters to go, so stick around and hope that I can finish them all before the second anniversary XD
Summary: When cast into the darkness of memory, will this stick figure be able to finally find the power they need to save what they love most? (Kinda vague, but you know how I am. heheheheh...)
Word count: 2286
No strikethrough this chapter. You can't change the past.
Chapter 6: The Whole World
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What is your name?
The stick figure was pulled out of the darkness that had consumed them, plummeting to the ground, pain shooting through their spine as a burning sensation spread through their limbs.
Their head buzzed, tears trickling down their cheeks as they stared up at the scene above them. Their lungs strained for the air that had been forced out of them, pushing against the ground with hands covered in nicks and scrapes. Everything seemed to slow down as they laid their eyes on it.
Ones and zeros, binary code, drifted into the air ahead of them, flaking away from the fading frames of their friends. They were gone. Dead. The stick couldn’t even grasp this reality, distorted as it was through the swirl of tears and grief. What could they even name this feeling that resounded in them now? It was as blurry as the colors of the three sticks before them.
Green, Yellow, Blue lay before them, fading by the second. Red had already been gone long before then. Those four sticks, as small as they were compared to vast skies and reaching skyscrapers, were the whole world, and now they were gone, doomed by an apocalyptic force none of them could have even seen coming.
The stick’s breath was shallow, and yet they wobbled to their feet and turned around, pulled by invisible strings. The view behind them, too, was a sea of red. The Chosen One’s teeth gritted as they struggled under the firm grip of the virabots, but even someone as powerful, as strong, as seemingly invincible as them was pinned down. They couldn’t fight anymore.
The orange stick could feel the grief choking them with every beat of their heart. Everything was gone. The Dark Lord could probably destroy everything if he wanted to now. They didn’t care. There was nothing left for them. Everything, everyone they had tried so hard to protect, who had given them this whole world, was gone, and it was their fault. They weren’t strong enough, weren’t brave enough.
They were powerless.
They wished they could have done something, said something, before it was too late. They reached one hand out uselessly toward Chosen’s shivering form, their bracelets clattering together.
Something pierced their heart.
Their eyes fell on the blade, with its void of blackness shattering through the light, through their life. They could feel whatever strength they had left draining, slipping through their fingers like dust. Every muscle contorted, bearing the weight of this unfathomable pain, so heavy that they dropped to their knees. The stick barely felt their feet leave the ground as their vision was coated in scarlet.
The whole world was ending.
They whispered a final plea to the souls that had once resonated so strongly with their heart.
“I’m sorry.”
And then, a voice replied.
What is your name?
The stick could barely breathe, let alone speak, as their limp limbs faded out of feeling. But they scarcely had time to say anything before the voice came again.
What is your name?
They wracked their brain, searching for any semblance of an answer. Their name, the first thing they should have known, the thing that they heard every day, passed across sound and sight and feeling, was gone.
But something else remained.
Still, in the darkness after everything was gone, in this sea of pain and grief and anger, something else remained.
They remembered voices.
Laughter.
Joy.
They remembered Green, Blue, Yellow, Red. They remembered those colors that lit up their life, their every day. Those people, their friends, that led them to be who they were.
They felt something now, beating in their chest with a power they couldn’t quite reach. The voices pounded in their ears, straight to their very code. An energy grew in their heart, spreading and sprawling and growing and grounding them once again to this very moment, to the wind across their skin and the pain in their bones and… the light. That steady, strong, glowing, green light.
And then they knew the answer.
“My… name…” The words creaked as they came out of their mouth, dancing on so little breath that they were almost inaudible. Their fingers curled into fists. And then, without even thinking, they moved.
Their arm snapped behind them with strength they didn’t know they had, hitting The Dark Lord across the nose.
Dark was not pleased with this.
With a heaving sigh, Dark reached up and grabbed the orange stick’s bracelet-hung wrist. He tossed the stick over his head, then forced them to the ground, stabbing them through the chest once again.
The stick could feel their heart catch in their throat as their vision began to clear, staring up at the blood-red figure above them. They could feel the code soaking into their shirt, spreading across their body, with a painful warmth. But despite the pain, despite how much it hurt, knowing what they could never get back, their heartbeat still resounded in their mind. And they spoke again.
“My name... is…” They reached up and once again placed their hand on Dark’s face, laying it across his cheek. Their chest tightened with every breath, but they refused to let go.
Dark’s pupils contracted, rage washing over him. His hand snapped to the stick’s scalp, taking grasp of their hair, which was just starting to look ever so slightly lighter at the roots. Then he threw them into the air, leaping up afterward with blades raised.
Slash after slash met their skin, each new wound sucking more of the life out of them. A ringing grew in their ears, memories fading out of sight. Every muscle tensed to the blow, pain shooting through their spine as Dark stabbed them one last time before launching them away.
They hit the cliff’s edge, dust flaring around them in a cloud as their body formed a crater shielding them from the sun. They kept their eyes locked ahead as Dark approached them and pinned them back with the virablades, panting and gritting his teeth in anger.
The stick’s eyes finally drifted closed. Their heartbeat faded.
They felt the pressure on their chest release as Dark pulled back, finding the stick’s weakening to his satisfaction. They watched as the virabots followed his command, leaving the weakened Chosen One laying powerless on the ground.
The spider-like creatures fluttered past the crater, past the worthless body of the stick, toward the portals on the cliffside. The portals that led to the whole world.
The world their friends had built for them, had led them to. The world they had yet to see. The world that they had to save.
All of the pain, all of the grief, all of the feelings and words they couldn’t speak were washed away in an instant, replaced with energy. They opened their eyes, full of life, of green, of power.
They took a deep breath.
“My name is…”
And they moved.
Dark’s breath caught as he watched the virabots drop to the ground, sliced in half by a beam of light. He whirled around, and suddenly he saw them.
Their eyes shone like stars on a new moon as their hair billowed around their face, roots glowing a steady emerald green. Their heart was pounding, but they felt no fear as they stared into the inky blackness of Dark’s eyes, hovering above him.
“My name is The Second Coming,” they called to the whole world, the words resonating in Dark’s chest.
He watched in shock as they raised their hands above their head and created a massive ball of glowing energy. It forced him down into a spin, before Second caught him by the back of his shirt just before he hit the water of the bay.
They barely needed to look as they tossed Dark ahead and zoomed at him. The punched him in the chest, knocking him across the water like a skipping stone.
Dark regained his breath as he skid across the water, then lifted his arms to the sky, once again calling his remaining virabots to attack. Each piled on Second, trying to restrain them, stop them, do anything that would weaken them. But Second’s footing remained strong on the surface of the water, and the virabots suddenly burst off in a halo of green lightning.
Dark ran to their other side, summoning power into his wristband and forcing it out, black sparks scattering through the air as Second flew across the bay and into the cliff once again.
Second refused to let him escape, however, snapping to the top of the cliff. Their breath rushed in and out, but their eyes remained locked ahead. They wouldn’t allow themself to be powerless. They had to stay strong.
For them.
Without even touching it, they lifted the boulder next to them up, feeling the ground rumble beneath them, and flung it at the distant red dot that was Dark. They jumped and became nothing but a green blur, rushing toward him. Both hands gripped around the neck of his shirt, as two eyes of glowing green met two black as voids.
“You ended my friends.” Second whispered, pulling back once again to send another blow to Dark’s chest. Streaks of green and orange filled his vision as he was tossed through the air like nothing more than a rag doll.
Second didn’t even seem to be breathing now. Power surged through their veins with every beat of their heart. Power they didn’t know they had. They were stronger than they looked, that was for sure. Stronger than they would ever know.
Dark’s limbs flailed in midair as Second pulled back, watching his body turn against a backdrop of the whole world. The world they were made to protect.
They felt it rushing through their whole body, the warmth, the power, like a lightning bolt. Surging in their fingertips, pounding at the back of their eyes. The light was so bright it outshone the sun as Second gathered every last bit of energy, of fear, of love. It resounded in their head, in their heart, and through the air. Through everything.
It resonated in Dark, in whatever scrap of a heart he had left. His eyes strained and burned as he watched Second speak once again, raising their arms above their so their bracelets met each other in a cross.
“Now I… Will end you.”
The Second Coming forced all their energy into a beam of green light.
It struck The Dark Lord with unfathomable force, shaking the earth. It drove him into the ground, bleeding, burning, torn apart by this endless torrent of green. And with one last push, a ring of light erupted from Second. The shockwave crashed into their chest, their limbs fell by their sides, eyelids once again heavy.
It was over.
Second took a deep breath, staring across the landscape of trees and mountains, now scarred by a deep groove where the laser had hit. They felt the soft breeze running through their hair, the sun’s light warm on their skin. Their heartbeat finally began to slow as they began to drift forward. The rage that had roared in their mind faded to a whisper.
Down below, The Chosen One staggered to their feet and looked up, squinting through the sunlight to the young stick figure. “How… did you do that?” Chosen muttered. Just a few minutes before it seemed they had been dying, but now…
Second disappeared into the cliffside cabin, and Chosen turned their eyes down. Their ears still rung from the explosion, their muscles stiffened. Their mind was a haze of overlapping questions. What just happened? Are they okay? Where did that even come from? What did they do? Is Dark-
And then they heard something.
A soft sound, like wind chimes, swirled around them. The eerie song grew louder, and then Chosen saw it.
A few green sparks, the same color as the light that had surrounded The Second Coming, floating up from the ground, swirling into a gentle whirlpool and then shifting, shaping, forming…
And then they dispersed.
And Blue stood there in their place.
Blue took a long, slow breath, and looked up toward Chosen, sapphire eyes shivering and jaw slack. They clutched their chest, feeling their own heartbeat pound in assurance. You’re here. You’re safe.
Then more sparks appeared, humming with that same glittering sound, and formed into Yellow. Then Green. Even Red, the one who had been gone the longest, the one who had been killed first in cold blood, reformed in front of them like nothing had happened.
The four friends stood there, speechless. They couldn’t believe they were back. They couldn’t believe they were back together.
They rushed at each other, catching themselves together in a tangled mess of color and sobs. A giant cursor reappeared in the air behind them. The family was reformed. Somehow, some magic way, they had made it through the storm, grounding each other, holding each other close.
Chosen let the corners of their mouth turn up in a slight smile, but still, something weighed on their heart that kept them steady.
Second stood blankly in the cabin above, their breath light and shaky. The small dots of color they saw below steadied them, but their head was spinning.
They tried to straighten themself, leaning on the desk in front of them. They were so tired all of a sudden, like all the energy had been sucked out of them. The sparks around them popped like bubbles.
As the cursor approached the little cabin, Second’s vision began to dim. Their head pounded, their muscles heavy.
The green vanished from their eyes.
And they collapsed.
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:3
Ehehhehehehehehehehhehehehhehhe...
This chapter was in large part a rewrite of canon, so I'm sorry about that, but I think it turned out really well. We can all use a novelization sometimes. Plus we get some cool memory stuffs going on.
Second goes god mode lol
Now that they know the truth, what will happen next? Find out in the next chapter! (lol I sound like an ad in a tv show)
Fun fact: I originally wrote like 600 words of this before I decided I didn't like it and restarted.
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And in the comments, someone named ''ChaoChao0071'' was saying in 5:24, it says it is 2018. But in 2:46, it talks about covid, you can see it if you slow the video. l can't exist with this info. This will stay in my head for eternity.
(Edited by Lappsy)
Help the way I draw them keeps changing ;-;
*disappears into the shadow realm again*
Anyone think about TSC's power can reply this message. So, I think TSC's power are his friend help him because their particles broke apart by The Dark Lord but the particles don't leave instead help him or TSC has so many particles but he doesn't know until that happens.YUP!
Warnings:
My opinion aren't have Alan's approved. There might be some mistake, who can talk with Alan, please ask Alan about the topic.
Particles: Green Particles Of Life.
Thanks for read and replying!!!
(Edited by Duckhiem2601)
It's interesting how Alan somehow has the ability to move his cursor along the z-axis. In the latest ep, his cursor (in lasso form) clearly goes around the "pole" to tie victim. I also rewatched The Showdown, and it made me think... how exactly does this work in-universe?
Also, it's interesting that filling in the aquarium with blue paint automatically rendered it as water.
Greetings creatures :P
I got bored last night and instead of going to bed wrote a one-shot
Notes:
This contains a small amount of TDL x TCO. If you don't like this ship, you do not have to read.
Strikethrough is indicated -like this-.
TW: Death, Something similar to an eating disorder I guess (A character forgets to eat and passes out), mentions of blood and murder
Word Count: 938
Final Colors
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Green is an interesting color.
In cartoons, characters turn green when they get sick or jealous. Green stink lines float from green slime. In movies and stuff, the villain is always surrounded by green smoke and magic or wearing green outfits with green teeth and green eyes.
But I've never understood why green is supposed to be a bad color. An evil color. -Until now.-
In real life, green is the color of the chlorophyll that allows plants to even live. Green is the color of life, of happiness, the color that tells you to go go GO and enjoy everything.
I guess I've never had time to contemplate this before, but it's hard to think about much else when green is pounding into your chest and filling your eyes with color and scorching your skin and pushing you down, down, down into nothing.
It's a nice green, I guess. There are worse colors to be staring into as you meet your doom.
Like black.
Black is an interesting color.
The color of darkness, of the void, of nothing. When that's the color that guides you to your fate, you're probably at least having a relaxing death. Fading away from the world slowly, your senses vanishing one by one as the world falls out of reach. The closest I've come to that was the time last week I fainted because I forgot to eat.
Last week- was it just last week? I know it's been said a million times before, but it feels like a lifetime. Last week I was so focused on the thing I was so sure would help end our troubles for good that I couldn't even remember to eat. If I’d only known, maybe I wouldn't have tried so hard on something that would do the opposite.
Why is it that as soon as I try to help, everything falls apart in my hands?
Still, a death in fading black doesn't sound so bad right now. Black is a comforting color. Trillions of years from now, the last light in the universe will fade out, but there will still be darkness. Darkness is something you can rely on. It will always be there in the absence of everything.
That's what he is. That's what I -am- was.
Black was the color that greeted me every morning before I opened my eyes. Black was the color of ash left behind after another rampage. Black was the color that wished me a good night before drifting off. Black was the color of him, my best friend, my partner, my lover, my everything.
Black was the color of the band around my wrist that had burned through his heart.
Black was the color of my eyes after my control slipped away from me.
Black, with only a little red dot of a pupil..
Red.
Red is an interesting color.
Red is my color. My favorite, maybe, after black. Red is the color under my skin that burns and rages and flows. Red is the color of the code that commands my brain, the code I gave into today.
Like deep crimson, the color of blood. The color that reminds you that dying like this wasn't your choice. It's the only color I've seen people see before they die.
-Was this my choice? I don't know if anything is anymore.-
It's the color of anger. The color of fury building up inside at a creator who did nothing for you, a creator who didn't care at all, a creator who tried to destroy you.
At someone who, despite all that, still wants to protect him.
I don't understand. I don't understand what it was that compelled him to go back on everything we'd been working for, every promise we'd ever made. Was it fear? Was it something in his code?
Or was it me?
I guess I'll never get a chance to find out.
Red is intense. Burning. Destructive.
Red is what I feel for Chosen, right now, right at this moment. This roiling storm of feeling, of anger.
He betrayed me. He attacked me. He protected our greatest enemy.
Why?
After all of this?
Why doesn't he know that I did all this for him?
Red is what I feel for Chosen, right now, right at this moment. This endless torrent of love, this hope, this power that brings us together.
But somehow despite that love, rage tore us apart again.
The band is red and black, just like us.
The band was supposed to destroy him. The root of our problems. It was supposed to finally let Chosen be free. To be happy. It was supposed to finally give him the power to destroy the thing that hurt him most.
Too late I realize it did just that.
-I’m sorry.-
Green is an interesting color.
It's the color of power. Of life. Of hope. Of excitement.
Green is the embodiment of The Second Coming.
It's the color of fresh starts, of second chances.
Green is the color that finally frees The Chosen One.
Green is the color that takes hold of my body and tosses it about. The color that burns my skin and ravages my mind. The color that destroys everything I thought I knew.
Green is the last color I see.
Not a speck of darkness in sight. And that's how it should be. Green is the color that breaks through the darkness.
Green is the color that finally kills The Dark Lord.
And even though it's not my choice, I watch my world fade away, wrapped up in an endless blanket of green.
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So that was what I wrote instead of Roots last night-
TBH I don't even know how I pumped out 900 words in an hour lol
Anywayyyyy hope you enjoyed I guess? Plz tell me if this made you cry or something
And maybe tell me your favorite line? (I've seen other people do this lol)
OH FRICK I FORGOT ABOUT THE CHAPTER THREE QNA FOR ROOTS-
And I have so much soup to write...
Fun fact, this is my first piece of writing where Dark is most definitely completely dead.
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(Edited by SpacedOut925)
Sorry this took so long! I went on vacation, and then school started... but now I'm here! I wrote 1700 words yesterday!
This chapter was fun to write, but I had lots of emotions while writing it lol
AND YES, I FIXED THE LOGO, YOU'RE WELCOME PERRITO
Summary:
Second has trouble sleeping after the stress of the showdown, but the memories that await them in their sleep may be even scarier...
Word count: 2387
IMPORTANT: I tried using strikethrough text in this chapter, but unfortunately fandom doesn't support it. If a word or sentence is formatted like -this- with hyphens on either side, it is meant to be strikethrough.
The next day wasn't any better.
Nor was the week after that. Time passed, but the weird silence Second had felt on the day after still hung over their friends like a curse.
Second tried to keep themself busy, helping Alan out extra with animating to make up for the progress they had lost during the Virabot attack. Alan knew better than to ask Second what he could do to help.
-It's not like he would understand anyways.-
The gang really only met up during meals. Green had been in his room with headphones on and his playlist on loop for days. Red had probably spent more time with Reuben than with any other person. Blue still tried to reach out, but even they had to distract themself from the memories. And Yellow… well, she had been shut up in her room and coding non-stop.
It pained Second to know that maybe had they not intervened, this would have been resolved on The Day After. But still everyone was silent for days with no end in sight.
Of course, the quiet and privacy gave Second more chance to study their new hair color.
Well, more like freak out obsessively rather than study.
In the mornings, Second would check themself in the mirror. Then a minor panic attack. Followed by some uncomfortable squirming. They kept their hoodie strings pulled so tight that by the time they took it off, there would be a red line across their chin.
Second couldn’t risk their friends finding out. The tension was bad enough already, and who knew what something like this could do?
Worries plagued them night after night. It seemed their sudden ability to get a good amount of sleep was limited to The Day After. One night, two weeks after the event that had changed their life, it became insufferable. The worries flooded their mind, crackling, vibrating, nearly as dangerous as the virablades. Am I doing the right thing? What if I can’t hide it anymore? Why can’t things just go back to normal?
And worst of all…
What if this is all my fault?
Second knew that it wasn’t. Probably. Mostly.
But then again, they had been the one to follow Chosen down the tube. It had just seemed right after what he’d done for them.
And they’d been the one to step in front of Chosen when Dark had cornered him, and all their friends had followed suit.
Which had led to… Animators above, they couldn’t even think about it. Even the notion of it sent a horrible empty feeling writhing through their body. They hugged their blanket to their chest, shivering, and squeezed their eyes closed so tight that tears were forced out of them. Sleep never came easy to them, but now it seemed impossible.
These thoughts always attacked them, appearing in their mind as soon as they were in the silence of their room. Second stared into the ceiling, hands against the cool fabric of their sheets. Their pillow wasn’t very soft, as it had been used in many pillow fights over the years, and their blanket had soda stains and pieces of popcorn stuck in it from movie nights.
Second fingered the lock of hair that covered their left eye like they always did to calm down. They ran it through their fingers over and over, taking a few deep breaths.
Soon, this part will be green too.
Guilt again. It was probably true too. The green was about an inch worth of hair now, and showing no signs of stopping. Cursors, why does my hair have to grow so fast?
Second sighed again and rolled over, blinking slowly. They hugged themself, fingers rubbing against the soft fabric of their shirt. Finally their eyelids felt heavy, and the lingering emptiness was gone.
The last thing Second saw was a tinted green vision of their bedroom before sleep finally overtook them.
Second bit their lip so hard it hurt. Every single muscle in their body was tense, locked in place, as if to tell them that they weren’t going anywhere. What were they doing?! Why did they come down here, why did they follow him, what business was it of theirs to try and protect him when they could barely protect themself?
The scarlet stick figure above them grinned menacingly, blade brandished and crackling. It was so black, so empty, like it was sucking the light into it. Second could feel its vibrations right down to the middle of their chest.
Second had had enough near-death experiences for one day. Usually the gang could keep it down to one. Why today of all days did there have to be two?
Dark was approaching steadily. His manic expression showed something like a cross between annoyance and excitement, all in one big sharp-toothed grin. His pitch black scleras perfectly highlighted the bright red speck of a pupil that scanned the stick before him, an opponent he would surely destroy within seconds, no pun intended.
Second couldn’t face him. Cold sweat glazed their body. They had sealed their fate.
What was the point in standing here anymore? They might as well jump onto the blade themself. No point in wasting time when hope was lost. Dark was only a few feet away now. Second squeezed their eyes shut, preparing for the blow when-
When they heard the sound of 8 feet landing before them.
When they heard a familiar voice as a not so quiet whisper.
“We’re with you.”
Second opened their eyes, Red, Yellow, Blue and Green standing before them in the same identical fighting stance.
Second was swarmed with mixed emotions. They were here to help! To support them! Maybe they could defeat him now! Or…
Or maybe they would all die trying.
Maybe instead of just Second being corroded out of existence, all their friends would too. Their stomach churned, their vision faltered. They tried to call out to stop them, but they couldn’t move. There wasn’t enough air. They were frozen, they were-
Powerless.
Dark’s expression was even more excited now. His nearly inaudible chuckle seemed louder than anything else to Second, ringing in their ears like a warning.
No, no, no no no no no no no no no NO!
Red charged forward, impulsive and quick like he always was.
Dark moved, so fast that if Second had blinked, they would have thought he teleported. Red, who had expected to hit Dark by now, stopped in his tracks. Dark stood a little behind him, looking down with a smirk. Second could feel Red’s dread, his fear, his thoughts.
Please, please, please.
Let me live. Let us go.
Time felt frozen. There was nothing Second could do but watch.
In one swift, smooth movement, The Dark Lord kicked Red off his feet, caught him, and then-
There was the sound of the virablade crackling.
Of metal tearing flesh.
Of a body hitting the ground.
NO!
The Dark Lord pulled his blade from the body below, wearing the same sick grin he had since the moment Second first saw him. Second couldn’t breathe. Red tried to reach out, tried to get back up, tried to keep fighting. But he was too weak.
Something like blood glowed from the place where the blade struck. Binary code, the core of Red’s being, flickered and floated from his body.
He was dying.
The Dark Lord kicked him to the side, like he was just some old toy he was done playing with. He deactivated his blade, staring menacingly down at the remaining members of the color gang.
They were shaken. Terrified.
But above all else, Angry.
The color gang, including Second, finally regained the power to move. They dashed forward, fists ready. They couldn’t see the danger they were putting themselves in, they were so blinded by anger.
Blue was the first to reach Dark, throwing themself at him with tears in their eyes. A couple punches landed on him, but Dark soon threw the kind-eyed stick figure to the ground with little effort.
Green came after, with a strong kick and his emerald eyes blazing. But Dark shook him off, taking Yellow down with him.
Second was third to reach Dark, struggling to stand up as they battled not only with him but with the fear inside their mind. Why did he take Red away from them? Why couldn’t they just have left Chosen to his own merits?
We never did anything to you.
Second was too clouded in thought to watch where they were going, and Dark tripped them easily. The familiar feeling of dirt and scrapes on their knees greeted Second, and the tears they had been holding managed to escape.
Stand up.
They stood and charged again, watching as Dark pinned Green and Blue again and kneed Yellow in the stomach. But as they reached Dark, and a series of blows hit them to the chest and face, they knew they couldn’t go on much longer. They hit the ground again, hard.
Second knew they couldn’t stop. It was for their friends, for their vengeance after all. But they were tired, so tired…
Second was sobbing now, gasping for breath and coughing. They were too weak. They looked up slowly to see the battle still raging before them.
Please… I have to keep going…
They tried to move, rolling over and panting. Their throat was sore and scratchy, vision blurry, but through it all they could see it clear as day.
No…
Dark hoisted up Yellow by the neck of her shirt, his virablade coming to life again with a sound that shook Second to the core.
Green ran up to stop him, grabbing Dark’s arm. Second could see he was crying too. This was the end.
Dark’s eyes flared angrily, and suddenly before Second could even reach out to tell him to stop, the virablade went clean through Green’s chest. Green let out a sputtering cough before hanging limply on the blade.
Blue was there in a flash, eyes squeezed shut, and mumbling something under their breath while they pushed with all their might at the towering scarlet beast.
But while their feet slid across the ground and their muscles strained with sweat, Dark didn’t budge. Instead he looked down at the sapphire stick below him with disbelief, and-
Forced his virablade through their neck.
Yellow looked down with tears from behind her cracked glasses, ramming her hands against Dark’s head with what little power she had left. But Dark was simply annoyed, and soon Yellow dropped to the ground too, code spilling from her throat.
The bodies of Second’s friends lay before them, fading further every moment that passed. They were dead, dead. Not like in minecraft where they could just respawn. Gone. For good.
Second couldn’t do anything. They couldn’t protect their friends. What a waste.
They were completely powerless.
Behind them, the Virabots attacked Chosen, pinning him to the ground.
They couldn’t protect Chosen either, which was what they were trying to do this whole time.
And now their friends were gone.
They had failed. Second was a failure. And now their miserable world was coming to an end.
-It was their fault.-
One hand reached out to Chosen, but it was too late.
Second felt pain ripple through their body as Dark stabbed them in the back, clean through. Warm crimson ones and zeros soaked through their shirt, their flesh fading out of existence as it was deleted, bit by bit, byte by byte. Their head pounded, and their last view of the bright blue sky vanished behind a curtain of red. They felt the blood rising in their throat, their breath escaping their tired lungs, their energy draining.
Second’s life was ending. This was the last thing they would ever see, hear, feel.
At least they’d had a life to live.
Their last words were a shuddering, quiet, “I’m sorry.”
Second snapped awake in a cold sweat, panting heavily. They found themself reaching out with one hand and clutching their chest with the other.
They were awake. They were alive. They were safe.
It was just a dream.
This time.
But it had happened. It had all happened. They watched their friends die right in front of them while they were powerless to do anything about it.
Still, it didn’t matter now. They were sick of living in the past, sick of being frozen in place, sick of being stuck when no one knew what to say. What was the point of having friends if you're not friendly anymore? That morning they were going to do something about it.
Second wiped the sweat from their face as they checked their alarm clock. It wasn’t time to wake up yet, not for a couple more hours. And Second could definitely use more sleep.
They just had to get that image out of their mind first. That image of everyone they’d ever loved dissolving away into nothingness, the only remainder being the memories Second had of them.
Second tossed their soda-stained blanket off and trudged through piles of laundry and assorted Minecraft items to the bathroom. Even though it wasn’t always pleasant, splashing cold water on their face always helped to cleanse their mind, and they could certainly use that right now.
Second fumbled for the light switch in the darkness, and squinted as the light flooded into their bedroom. They sighed and made their way to the sink, filled their hands with cold water, and splashed it onto their face.
They instantly felt the unpleasant thoughts leaving their mind as the water dripped down their chin, taking all the sweat and tears and fear along with it. The stick fingered at their hair again, taking note of how long the green part was. Maybe it was the water, or maybe they were more used to it by now, but they didn’t get the same strange jumpy feeling they got the first time they saw it. It seemed familiar, friendly even.
They kept running their wet fingers through it, untangling the knots and breathing deeply. Finally, they brushed it out of their face and turned off the water, and they were just about to go back to bed when something in the mirror caught their eye.
Their green eye.
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So uh
I wanted to re-draw the fight scene in the Showdown
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In "The King", KO sees a recording of AVM from a Victim's Organization TV, nothing really interesting to say about that, but from what we also know, KO watched more off camera as he went through the entire AVM Video, as he made it on his maps.
Now, we have ABTV on Youtube, a 24 hour stream that loops, but after Note Block Concert's segment, we see the whole video go to like a 'glitch' screen with the rocket logo, and Primal and Ballista trying to change it back, which they do, with Agent and a worker watching. Now this may not be canon, but, I think it's fairly safe to say that the video from "The King" and the ABTV, are the same video.
Victim has the entire recording of Alan Becker, (minus merch as I doubt he would know that, I think that's non-canon). though that would mean the AVM/AVE video before AVA, takes place before Wanted, or something like that, but I don't think that is how it works.
In "The Showdown", Alan somehow already uploaded Showdown to the internet, and the whole timezone thing is 14 seconds in the real world, but in the outernet it's 5 whole minutes. I think the outernet is getting Alan videos, before Alan in his world, even posts them, which sounds insanes, but let's be real, this is the universe where time paradoxes exist, no matter where on the timeline you try to look at.
It's funny how we are currently watching the exact video that made KO almost kill Minecraft, and the whole cast minus The Outernet.
What if in The Showdown, Red get's stabbed via by the Vira-band, which just used it's most powerful stab it can use, while the other Fighting Stick Figures were just stabbed with a medium powerful stab, and when they were revived by The Second Coming, Red came back, but as a died body, just laying on the rock bleeding out, unable to move, and then, before they could get back to the PC to do a refresh on the stick fight, to respawn him, he died, he couldn't be refreshed due to dying in the Outernet, and now, is just a memory.