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More fanart!!

Kinda ugly but oh well

Fanart of the hollow heads I guess

Why are these ugly-

So... I'm cancelling my Sleepyhead fanfic cuz I don't like it. I could do better with stabilizing the plot and a more original story.

This story is based on a certain headcanon about the stick gang that I saw a couple of times of my last post: Headcanons of the Stick gang? Or something like that.

This story might take a dark or surprising tone, jsyk :)

Big note: Different AU

Pings;

@BigPerritoFan

@The Slimy Stump (sorry for cancelling)

@Margentalastname

@Winter78987

@BadGrammarCat

@N1qhtL1qht.

That's all! I think..

Enjoy! Or not- ig.

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***GUESS POV LOL***

I walked into the stick fight website.

"Guys!" I said to the room.

Multiple sticks had peeked and turned around. I stared at the stick gang, waiting eagerly for this moment.

"We can spar!"

"Wait, what?" Shot out Red, who lit up.

"Yeah! Who wants to spar?"

Me!" All hands and voices went up in support. We had nothing to do that wasn't boring or casual. Red and I began throwing hands and kicking. I easily swerved Red's blaten style of punching and went for a sidekick to the chest. He had fallen to the ground.

"Good round!" I offered him a hand.

"Aww man..I wanna win!"

"Next time, bud." I grinned, knowing he will probably cake me in the face again.

He smacked my hand stubbornly and pouted his mouth.

"I'm not a baby!"

"Sorry! Sorry! Red I'm sorry-"

Red began chucking and laughing, changing the angry child face. I still had an expression of guilt and a bit of confusion.

"I'm kiddin'! Your good Sec, nothing to be afraid of!" Red smiled to my face, making me take my feelings of regret back.

We shook hands and sparred again, and again. A couple of rounds had passed and it was 5-5, quite a tie. But we were both exhausted and couldn't bear to throw another fist at one another. So we both sat down and began having a conversation.

Red was talking about how much he loved having the carrot farm and was going to make a carrot cake with Blue. I'm not sure if that will taste great, but it's always nice to try something new. I talked about the time when Green kept dodging his cake throws and the fact that Red caked himself in the bum. Red didn't like that. We kept talking about random things for a while until I thought of something, quite existential. I'm not sure what lead up to this question but I remembered that very thought that appeared one time when I was about to sleep. I decided to ask Red, though I'm not sure if he will react so happy.

"Red, have you ever wondered why you or the stick gang except me look oddly similar to the Outernet sticks?"

"Oh, but we are not Outernet sticks! We are just fighting stick figures on a website, programmed to fight and fight over and over again."

"You sure?"

"Yup!"

Here's the thing. If they were programmed the fight and fight only, why do they have hobbies or interests? Like Blue enjoys potion making and Yellow does coding, Red likes animals and is vegetarian and Green makes music.

Red broke the trance of wondering that I was in.

"Uhmm Second? You okay?"

"Sorry, just zoned off."

Red got up and went upstairs to a random door. He told me to he was going to get a drink or two, then we will return to the conversation that was happening.

But, why did the fight stickfigures look similar to the Outernet ones? Like Purple and King?

Why?

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THE END

Of chapter one tehe!

I'm not sure if I made any grammar or spelling errors in the story-hope I didn't.

Que so...

I don't know what to do and say, but I hope this doesn't run out of battery (my stupid phone)

I'm not too fond of my Sleepyhead fanfic, it's gonna end any time soon ;) and uhmm I'm thinking of a more mediocre one so I can write better. Might center around being stranded somewhere...

Head Cannons about stick gang? In the comments lolz