The title says it all. I am posting this before AvA6 Part 3, so none of this is canon, yet. There could be some aspects that are incorporated into AvA6, but this is nothing more than a personal FanFic.
Reuniting with Old Friends[]
(Blue, Green, and Red wake up after getting knocked out by Agent)
Red: (rubbing his head) Ow, ow, ow... ooooh, my brain feels like Jell-O.
Green: Same here, Red. (He looks around) Hey, where's Yellow?
Blue: He got apprehended by that guy's employees. I saw him get dragged off in my last moments of conciousness.
Red: Well, let's go rescue him!
Blue: Are you crazy? We can't do that.
Red: Why not?
Blue: We get decked with Yellow. We can't face that guy without him. Either we'll get imprisoned, or worse...
Red: OK, then. What do you suggest? We can't just sit back and abandon him, TCO, or SC, for that matter.
Green: I have an idea.
Blue: What is it?
Green: Reuniting with some old friends. Come on!
(They follow Green in the direction of the distant city, stumbling upon a village. They ask around, and find whom Green was looking for)
Purple: Green! Good to see you again, buddy! (They share a friendly embrace. King appears behind him)
Green: Good to see you too, Purple, but we don't have time to talk. We need your help!
Purple: Oh no, what is it? And where's Yellow? And SC?
Red: They've been taken prisoner by a secret organization. (He shows them Green's drawing of the rocket ship logo of victim's organization)
King: Wait... I've seen that logo. It's how I found out about you guys! Before the whole "Destroy Minecraft" thing...
Green: We need your help. We know you are capable fighters, and we already lost several of our friends.
Blue: We have to save them and stop whatever is happening within that organization.
Purple: I made you a promise, Green, to be better. I intend on keeping that promise.
King: I'm not losing my son again, not without a fight. If he goes, I'm joining you guys, assuming you want me to after all I did to you...
Red: This is for our friends, Yellow and... SC... If SC can forgive you, so can we.
King: Thank you, Red. You can count me in.
Blue: Awesome! Follow us. We know where their hideout is.
(The remaining members of the FSF lead King and Purple to victim's building. Blue and Red lead the charge, King follows, and Purple and Green hang relatively back. On the way, Green can't help but ask...)
Green: Purple, what did King mean by losing a son, "again?" Was he a father before he adopted you?
Purple: Yeah. I saw a picture of him and his son when I met him. It turns out that Dad was deeply broken, like me.
Green: (remorseful) Wow, I never knew...
Purple: It's a long story. At least, that what he tells me whenever I ask. It seems to be a sensitive subject, so I don't bring it up that much.
Green: What do you think happened?
Purple: Well... I've never met or heard from Dad's presumably biological son--my brother, in a way--in person, so I suspect either me moved out or passed away somehow. If I had to guess, it's the latter, considering how he reacts whenever I mention it.
Green: Judging by what he said earlier, I'd say you're right. Poor guy. He lost a son...
Purple: and I lost my father. I suppose we were just what we needed for each other.
Green: It sure sounds like it.
Purple: But for now, let's reunite you with your family.
Green: Our family, Purple. Never forget you're one of us.
Purple: (teary-eyed) Thanks, Green. That means a lot.
Yellow's Interrogation[]
(At victim's building, Yellow wakes up tied to a chair in a containment cell)
Yellow: W- Where am I? (victim walks out of the darkness toward him)
victim: Don't worry. You're safe.
Yellow: Who are you? Where are my friends? What have you done to them?
victim: Names are not important. As for your friends, they are also safe... for now. If you want to keep them safe, you'll do as I say.
Yellow: What do you want from me?
victim: My request is simple. I want you to recreate Alan's mouse cursor.
Yellow: How do you know Alan?
victim: You could say, we Hollow Heads have a... history with him. Me, The Chosen One, The Dark Lord... We all know him well, or at least we did at one point. Some choose to align themselves with him. They are weak, like your friends, The Chosen One and... the orange one. What's his name? The Second Coming? How cliche. Fitting that both of them are under my thumb. The Dark Lord, however, he was strong. He practically conquered the world...
Yellow: The Chosen One stopped him. And he'll stop you too. (Yellow's response shows victim that he is unaware of TSC's powers. He decides to keep it that way)
victim: I doubt it. I got him paused and I diminished his powers. So much for him, eh? (He smirks) I can't imagine The Second Coming will be too much of a hassle. My own Mercenaries captured him, as you probably know, considering how you and your friends showed up right on my doorstep. What foolish hope. You and your friends don't stand a chance, so it's best for you to help me. I know you're smart, you will make the right decision. If you don't, I cannot guarantee your safety, or the safety of The Second Coming. Agent! (Agent arrives)
Agent: Yes sir.
victim: (to Yellow) This is my head man. He can get pretty ruthless at times, as you well know. Do as I say, or else Agent will turn your orange friend into orange juice. (Agent enters TSC's cell)
Yellow: I won't! I won't let you harm him! (He bangs around in his chair)
victim: Oh, Yellow, how naive you are. You see, I hold all the cards, and have four aces up my sleeve. Are you sure you won't reconsider? (Yellow is forced to watch as Agent fights TSC. Despite the orange stick's best efforts, he is completely overmatched. Yellow cannot bear to watch, the guilt weighing on his shoulders and his heart)
Yellow: OK! OK! I'll... do what you want.
victim: Good. (He signals for Agent to stop, and he does)
Yellow: You wanted me to recreate Alan's cursor?
victim: Yes, but not here. He'll cause untold damage if we do it in my lab. Let's go back to where it began: the cliffside where The Chosen One fought The Dark Lord. Agent, I'm taking our "genius" here on a tour... a revenge tour. Keep an eye on things around here, and make sure The Second Coming stays under lock and key. We take no chances, we cannot allow anyone to ruin our plans.
Agent: Yes sir. This supposed "Second Coming" won't interfere.
victim: Come with me, Yellow. (He cuffs Yellow, unties him and leads him out) Soon, you shall see what true power looks like.
Yellow: I doubt it. Power used for evil is powerless in the end.
victim: Evil? No... My fight is for justice. Just as Alan toyed with me... I will toy with Alan.
Yellow: What?!
victim: Keep moving.
King's and Purple's Confessions[]
(Red, Blue, King, Green, and Purple arrive just in time to see victim escort Yellow out of the building toward a similar-looking speeder bike the Mercs used. They hide in the bushes surrounding it)
Red: There it is.
Blue: And look! There's Yellow! But who's that with him?
Green: I'm not sure, but he looks vaguely familiar. I just can't remember where I've seen him...
King: If I had to guess, that's the boss. I'd be weary about facing him.
Red: Danger has never stopped me.
Blue: Careful, Red. We don't want to end up captured like Yellow.
Green: Where are they going? We should follow them before they get away.
Purple: We need to split up. You guys follow Yellow, and Dad and I will find SC.
Green: Are you sure?
King: Rescue your friend. We got this.
Red: Let's go! We can't let them get away! (He, Blue, and Green follow victim, leaving King and Purple back, still hiding in the bushes)
King: Purple... In case we don't survive or get incarcerated... there's something you should know.
Purple: What is it, Dad?
King: I know you've asked before about my son. The one I had before I adopted you.
Purple: Dad, you don't have to tell me this. I know it's hard for you.
King: I should... I have to. The pictures you see of me around the house are with my son, Gold. He and I were very tight, as we were the only family we had. We did everything together. I took him to the park when he was younger and, as he grew up, our bond only tightened... until one faithful night.
Purple: What happened?
King: Gold found a Minecraft-themed attraction at the fair. This was somewhat like when we went to Minecraft, but this attraction was more like a VR experience. He was so excited to try it, so I let him. It was the biggest mistake of my life. The simulation crashed with him still inside, and I was forced to watch as he got destroyed.
Purple: (teary-eyed) Oh, Dad, I'm so sorry...
King: (teary-eyed) That's why I had to get revenge against Minecraft. I had to avenge my son, and I didn't care who I had to betray to get it... not even you. But seeing you get sucked into the black hole I created made me realize how much you and Gold are alike. If he were still here, I think you would've been good friends. Anyways, you know the rest.
Purple: You saw me as... your son?
King: I still do. That's why I'm so protective of you. I can't bear to lose you, not again.
Purple: Aww. I can't lose you either. You're the father I never had, since my biological dad left me.
King: Wait... your dad left? What happened?
Purple: Like your story, Dad, it's tragic. I was born to a loving mother and father, Pink and Dark Blue. When I was a kid, Dark Blue, my biological dad, trained me to be a fighter. However, nothing I seemed to do could please him. He kept pushing me beyond my limits. My mom, Pink, tried to protect me, but my dad was having none of it. As I got older, the training only intensified, but again, he went to hard on me. When I ran to Mom for help, it was too much for my dad. He called us weak and incompetent and... he left us.
King: Son... I never knew...
Purple: It's hard to talk about, even to this day. Soon after, Mom passed away, leaving me orphaned and alone. Ever since she died, I tried to get my father back. He might have been abusive, but at the time, he was the only family I had. I suppose, like you, I was overtaken with emotion after the loss of a family member. I blamed myself for losing my dad.
King: How so?
Purple: I still remember those thoughts vividly. "If only I had trained harder..." "Mom might still be alive..." "I'll make you proud, Dad..." Everything I did was to get him back, until one day... I met you. We went to the Nether together, you expressed your pride in me, I saw a father figure in you, all until you betrayed me and left me at the mercy of Yellow and Green.
King: I'm not proud of that moment. I'm sorry, son.
Purple: Dad, you don't need to apologize. You are already forgiven.
King: I know... (Deep breath) but I still can't escape all the misdeeds of my past. A part of me still feels guilty about it. I mean, I nearly killed you and your friends... all because I was overtaken with grief and rage.
Purple: We can't change our past, but we can effect our future. We have each other, and if you ask me, we are exactly what we need for each other. I lost a father, you lost a son, and in the aftermath of it all, we found each other.
King: (teary-eyed) You're right, but about that moment... What caused you to turn against me and fight with The Second Coming and the other stick figures?
Purple: I thank Green for that. I escaped to the Note Block Universe and he followed me. I tried running away, but he persisted, and at the time I was so broken I eventually told him the story I'm telling you know. After I finished, he showed me something I haven't felt since Mom died: acceptance. He forgave me, accepted me for who I am, and set me on a better path. I thought of myself as evil at that time, and I told Green as much, but he told me that I am simply me.
King: That explains the bond you have with each other. You definitely are more drawn to him more than the others, I've noticed.
Purple: I love him, and the rest of the group. They're great people, and they treat me like a brother, despite my own rocky history with them.
King: I'm glad you found them, and so am I. If not for them... I can't imagine for where I might be. Where we might be...
Purple: (shutter) I can't imagine that, either. Though I have to ask, why did you tell me about Gold? You don't think we'll survive this adventure?
King: I think we will, but in case worst comes to worst, I want you to know how much you mean to me, Purple. I love you. (The two embrace)
Purple: I love you too, Dad. I am so grateful to have you in my life.
King: I'm glad I have you, too.
Purple: How about we rescue some friends of ours?
King: (wiping the tears from his eyes) Yes. Together, we are unbeatable.
A New Target[]
(Meanwhile, victim and Yellow have arrived at the cliffside)
victim: We're here. Do it, and do it well.
Yellow: First, I need to make sure. Is SC okay?
victim: (slightly annoyed) I figured you'd ask. (He calls Agent using a device on his arm) Agent? Our yellow friend needs some reassurance.
Agent: Yes, sir. Everything is quiet on our front, The Second Coming is fine, and if you don't believe me, listen for yourself.
Yellow: SC?
The Second Coming: Yellow, I'm OK. But don't do anything! I'll be fine. I'll be- (He is cut off by Agent, who attacks once again) AHH! Ow!
Agent: Do as we say, Yellow, and no one needs to get hurt... any further.
Yellow: I'll do it. I can't be the cause of your pain, SC.
victim: You'd better get to work then.
Yellow: (Deep breath) I'll get right on it. (He starts working, recreating the cursor, thanks to Alan, who agreed to let Yellow work since he saw no red flags)
victim: Yes! Yes! My revenge will be mine!
(Outside, Red, Blue, and Green find victim inside with Yellow)
Blue: There he is! And they're recreating Alan's cursor!
Green: Red, time to use that fire of yours.
Red: Say less. (He charges, catching victim and Yellow by surprise. Burning with passion to save his friend, he socks victim in the face, knocking him over)
Yellow: (shocked) Red? Guys?
Red: Come on, Yellow! We gotta go! (He grabs Yellow and the two of them flee into the woods, Blue and Green with them. victim rises, and as he does, he glances into the sky)
victim: What's that? (Using his magnifying glass tool, he amplifies it) A hole in the sky? Leading to... ALANSPC? Forget the cursor. Forget these stickmen. I'm going straight for the heart. (He calls Agent once more) Agent!
Agent: Sir?
victim: I found our golden ticket, and it's not Yellow. Assemble the team, we have a new target: Alan himself.
Agent: Right away sir. (He hangs up and calls to the other Mercs) Men, to victim's coordinates! He has a lead, and a big one at that.
Other Mercs: Yes, sir. (victim strolls over to his hover bike, staring into the sky)
victim: It's been 17 years... You toyed with me, you tortured me, you tried to delete me. Alan Becker, now I'm going to delete you.
The Second Coming's Rescue[]
(While all of this was happening, Purple and King were finishing their conversation with each other.)
Purple: How about we rescue some friends of ours?
King: (wiping the tears from his eyes) Yes. Together, we are unbeatable.
Purple: Let's do this! (He rises)
King: Wait! Stop!
Purple: What?
King: Look! (He points. The Mercs are flying away on their speeders) It looks like their leaving the factory.
Purple: This seems like our best chance, then.
King: I agree. (They charge side-by-side, and are soon surrounded by eight unnamed workers. They assume a fighting stance)
Worker 1: Well, well, more stick figures.
Worker 2: You are trespassing on private property.
Purple: And you have our friend locked up. Let him go!
Worker 1: Can't do that. Boss's orders.
King: Eight v two. Seems like a fair fight. Right, son?
Purple: Nah. Maybe if they got eight more.
King: Fully agree. (The two of them handle the workers with ease, knocking them out and continuing into the factory)
Purple: This place is huge! Where do you think SC is?
King: There's no telling. Let's keep our eyes open. Maybe we can find a map or something.
Purple: And watch out for other workers. No doubt they know we're here.
King: As long as we have each other, they won't know what hit them. (Another worker spots them)
Worker 3: Hey! You! Stop!
Purple: Fight or run, Dad?
King: Run. We'll cover more ground that way.
Purple: Right behind you. (They bolt. The worker that saw them alerts the others through a loudspeaker)
Worker 3: We have intruders heading toward the prison cells. They are purple and orange stick figures. They are to be found and captured immediately. (The Second Coming hears this in his cell)
The Second Coming: Purple and orange stick figures? Purple and King? How do they know I'm here? (Purple and King continue down the corridor)
King: "Heading toward the prison cells"?
Purple: Sounds like we're on the right track. (He punches someone out of the way)
King: That probably means we'll have company pretty soon. (They come across the containment room)
Purple: Look! The cells! (They are stopped by a large mass of workers)
Worker 4: Stop! Or face the consequences. (With that, a spark inside of King burst into a fire)
King: No one... threatens.. MY SON! (Singlehandedly, he punches every worker surrounding them, knocking them out cold. Purple watches in awe)
Purple: Dad? What was that? I've never seen you like that before. (His voice calms King down)
King: I... I don't know. Something came over me... a rage I haven't felt since... the aftermath of Gold's death... I guess the thought of losing a son, again, is too much for me to bear and... I snapped. (He hugs Purple)
Purple: Wow... We really are untouchable, especially when you unleash the tiger.
King: The tiger... I like that.
Purple: Let's go find SC! We have some time before these workers come to. (TSC cries out from his cell)
The Second Coming: Hello? Is anyone out there? I heard screaming and...
Purple: SC? Is that you? (He follows the sound of TSC's voice, and King tails him)
The Second Coming: Who is that? Is that you, Purple?
Purple: Yes, it's me, Purple! My dad's here, too! (They run up to the cell)
King: SC, are you OK?
The Second Coming: I'm fine, but caged up at the moment.
Purple: How do we break you out?
The Second Coming: There's a button on the side of the door. One of the workers hit it and the door popped open.
King: I found it. (He presses it, and the door opens. TSC hugs them)
The Second Coming: I've never been so happy to see you guys! Though I am a bit surprised to see you instead of Red, Yellow, Green, and Blue.
King: They came to us and recruited Purple. I had to come with him... to keep him safe. I just hope that I've earned your trust and forgiveness, as well as your friends'.
The Second Coming: You already have, King. If nothing else, you've earned mine. While on the topic, where are the others?
Purple: They went to save Yellow. I'm hoping they're safe. (King notices TCO in the box, paused)
King: Who's that?
The Second Coming: That's The Chosen One, and he's my hero. I don't know why he was captured, or who captured him.
Purple: How do we unpause him?
The Second Coming: There's a control panel in front of The Box.
King: I'll see what I can do with it. (He examines it)
The Second Coming: Purple, there's something you should know.
Purple: What is it, SC?
The Second Coming: I learned that I have superpowers.
Purple: Wait, really? How?
The Second Coming: I don't know. I can't even remember what happened. All I can recall is The Chosen One, Red, Yellow, Green, Blue, and I fought an evil stick figure named The Dark Lord. I took a last stand, and my friends did as well, only for all five of us to get impaled. I thought I was done for. The next thing I know, I'm waking up and there are my friends standing over me. You can imagine my shock when I saw them after witnessing their deaths.
Purple: Wow, that's crazy. How do you activate your powers? What are they?
The Second Coming: I don't know fully. I saw myself with laser vision floating in midair, so that's a part of it. They're somewhere inside of me, buried.
Purple: How do you know about them?
The Second Coming: I saw a video of The Chosen One's memories. This boss has some incredible technology, and Chosen saw me using these powers. That explains why he bowed to me and asked me for help. I never understood it until now... especially since he has incredible powers as well.
Purple: You're not the only one with powers?
The Second Coming: No, not in the slightest. Chosen can fly, throw fire, even create tornados.
Purple: Wow.
King: Guys, I figured it out!
Purple: What is it, Dad?
King: I got your friend of yours unpaused. It was pretty tricky, the people encrypting this sure know what they're doing, and this is coming from someone who can wield a command block staff with ease.
Purple: I am aware. I have seen it firsthand.
King: The Chosen One, was it?
The Second Coming: Yes. (TCO unfreezes, unaware of his surroundings for the moment)
The Chosen One: What happened? Where am I? (He looks up and sees TSC, Purple, and King walking toward him through the open box door) SC?
The Second Coming: Chosen, I'm glad to see you're OK.
The Chosen One: Same here. (At that moment, they hear groaning from nearby)
Purple: Guys, the workers are coming to.
The Chosen One: We gotta go. Introductions can wait. My powers may have been nerfed, but I can still fly. (He flies with his fire power a little off the ground) How good is your upper body strength?
King: Wait, you can fly?
The Second Coming: Grab on, guys! (He grabs TCO's leg, and King grabs his other leg. Purple holds on to his dad)
Purple: We're ready, but we need to rendezvous with the rest of the Gang.
King: I remember where they went.
The Chosen One: Tell me where, I'll take us there.
King: Sure thing.
The Second Coming: But stay low, Chosen. We can use the trees to hide.
The Chosen One: You got it! (He flies out of the factory, his friends literally in tow. King points out where the other FSF went, and Chosen heads in that direction)
The Band Is Back Together[]
(Meanwhile, the FSF are racing through the woods, hoping to lose victim through the dense brush)
Red: (breathlessly) Guys... hold up... I wasn't built to run back-to-back marathons!
Green: We can't stop! That guy might be on our tail!
Yellow: I haven't seen him since Red saved me. Perhaps he didn't follow.
Blue: (weary) I need a breather, too. Let's stop, but stay hidden in the bushes, in case he is behind us.
Red: I'm down for that. (He stops, and so do his friends)
Green: OK, Yellow, you have to tell us, who was that guy?
Red: What did he want with you specifically?
Blue: What were you doing at that cliffside?
Yellow: Guys, guys, one at a time, please! (Deep breath) He never told me his name, but I do know what he wants: Revenge against Alan.
Red, Green, and Blue: What?!
Yellow: Yeah. He told me that he has a "history" with Alan, he along with SC, The Chosen One, and The Dark Lord. I'm not sure what he meant by that, but it does have my gears turning.
Blue: What do you mean, bro?
Yellow: Well, what do SC, The Chosen One, and The Dark Lord have in common? They all have hollow heads. Heck, that guy used the term "hollow-heads" while I was in the factory with him, a hollow-head himself.
Red: Well, that might be a coincidence. Perhaps that guy, Chosen, and The Dark Lord are all from another village or something.
Yellow: I doubt that. He claims that he, and the rest of them, know Alan in some way. I can't imagine how, but they and Alan are linked in some way.
Green: I have a thought.
Yellow: What is it, Green?
Green: Well, Alan works as an animator. We've all seen him animate with SC and we even had a sparring match with him with weapons drawn by a giant pencil.
Red: What are you getting at, Green?
Green: You don't think that Alan... created them, do you? All the hollow-heads, The Chosen One, SC... The Dark Lord...
Blue: I can't believe that. Why would Alan, our friend, make someone as sinister as The Dark Lord? I mean, he fought against The Dark Lord's Virabots with us.
Green: I don't know, but maybe we'll get some answers.
Yellow: Wait... Do you hear that?
Red: Hear what?
Yellow: Shhh! It sounds like... The Chosen One's fire!
Blue: Wait, really?
Yellow: Yes! Over there! Look! (He points and waves. This gets the attention of TSC)
The Second Coming: Chosen! Down there! It's my friends!
The Chosen One: I see them. Descending now. (He lowers and stops, landing TSC, King, and Purple safely next to the FSF)
Fighting Stick Figures: SC!
The Second Coming: Guys! (They embrace. TCO, King, and Purple smile. Green notices Purple standing nearby)
Green: Purple, come on! Join us!
Purple: (Chuckle) OK, guys. (He embraces TSC with the rest of them. King's eyes start to well up)
King: I'm glad you found good friends, Purple. I have never seen such a tight bond between a sextet of stick figures.
Purple: They're not just friends, Dad. They're family. Right, Green?
Green: Absolutely, bro. If that's alright with you, King.
King: (Chuckle) Judging by this scene in front of me, I couldn't have asked for better people for my son to associate with. (He wipes a tear from his eyes)
The Second Coming: Care to join us, King? Chosen?
King: Yeah, I think I will. (He joins the embrace) Thank you.
The Chosen One: I'm not much of a hugger, but that sounds good right now. (He hugs them as well)
The Second Coming: I love you guys.
Everyone else: We love you too, SC. (They separate)
The Second Coming: And King, in case you're still feeling guilty about what happened between us, just know that that's all in the past. You are forgiven.
Red: From all of us!
King: Thanks, kids. I greatly appreciate it.
The Chosen One: While that was beautiful, we don't have much time. The boss is up to no good.
Yellow: I am well aware, Chosen. I know what he wants, and I know where he is: the cliffside where you defeated The Dark Lord!
The Chosen One: (to TSC) Uh... Shall I tell him or shall you?
The Second Coming: (Deep breath) I'll tell them.
Green: Tell us what?
Blue: SC? Are you OK?
The Second Coming: I'll tell you guys on the way over there.
The Chosen One: I know where it is. Want me to take us all there?
The Second Coming: No, I need time to update my friends on what I've seen. (They all head in the direction of the cliff)
Green: So, SC, what happened while you were there?
Yellow: What did you see?
Red: What did they do to you?
Blue: Tell us! Please!
The Second Coming: Well, the big one is this: somehow, someway, I have superpowers.
Fighting Stick Figures: (stunned) What?! How?!
The Second Coming: I don't know. I can't even remember what happened.
The Chosen One: I can tell you. After you four (The FSF) got impaled, you were stabbed as well, yet you kept fighting.
The Second Coming: I remember that. It's everything afterwards that seems to have been erased from my memory.
The Chosen One: Well, you slashed the Virabots, killing them instantly, attacked The Dark Lord ruthlessly, threw a rock at him with some kind of telekinesis, and to top it off, you shot green lasers from your eyes, which finished him for good.
The Second Coming: (speechless) You're kidding.
The Chosen One: I'm not. You saved the Internet, SC.
Red: SC, how come you never told us of this?
The Second Coming: I never knew about my superpowers, though if I did, King might not be here running with us.
King: Yikes. I'm glad we're on the same side, now.
Purple: I am as well, Dad.
Blue: How do you activate them? No doubt they would be useful now.
The Second Coming: I don't know. Something just popped inside of me, I guess.
Green: Does anyone else know about your powers?
The Chosen One: I'm afraid the boss might. He has a mind reader and rewound through my memories. It is possible he saw them.
The Second Coming: Not possible, Chosen. Likely. I saw your memory on a giant screen. That's how I learned about my powers. But Yellow, I have to know, what about the boss? What does he want?
Yellow: Yeah, I need to fill you guys in. He never told me his name, but he desires revenge against Alan. He claims that he, you, Chosen, even The Dark Lord all have some kind of history with him. Green has a theory that the four of you were all made by Alan, which I suppose has some merit to it, but the creation of The Dark Lord raises some red flags.
The Second Coming: I would agree with both points. I know I was made by Alan, but why would he create someone as destructive as The Dark Lord? Alan would never! He's our friend!
The Chosen One: I too am a creation of Alan, but I can explain why The Dark Lord came to being: Me.
The Second Coming: Wait, what? What do you mean? Chosen, you're our hero!
The Chosen One: I hate to admit it, especially to you guys, my closest friends, but when I was first created, Alan and I fought ruthlessly against each other. He eventually beat me and I was his slave for three years serving as an ad blocker before I got my freedom. Alan realized the only way to beat a stick figure is with another stick figure, and thus, The Dark Lord was born.
Red; No way...
The Chosen One: The two of us fought, but I got the upper hand, but seeing how little Alan cared about us, I recruited him and we teamed up. We wrecked ALANSPC and escaped here.
Blue: You two were friends at one point?
The Chosen One: We certainly were. We went on a rampage across the Internet the years that followed, but somewhere down the line, I realized The Dark Lord's bloodlust was insatiable. I could not follow him down that path, and seeing him create the ViraBot was the final straw. I feared with it, he could take over the entire Stick Universe. He aimed it at ALANSPC, but I couldn't let him cause any more damage. We fought, but he sent the virus toward your home. I had to put my rivalry with Alan aside, and you guys know the rest. I arrived just in time, stopped the original ViraBot, and the epic showdown between me and The Dark Lord.
Green: So my theory is correct. The boss, you two, and The Dark Lord were all made by the same creator.
Yellow: We know three of them were, but to be fair, 75% is a solid foundation.
The Second Coming: That only makes our mission even more imperative. We will stop this boss... by any means necessary.
Yellow: One thing I can't wrap my head around, though, is how he know that I was capable of bringing Alan's cursor into this world.
The Chosen One: I can answer that. You recall I told you about the boss's memory reader?
Yellow: Yeah...
The Chosen One: Well, when you were making the cursor, Yellow, I saw you in the distance. The boss must've seen it as well and put a target on your back.
Yellow: That makes sense, but where did this guy get all of this technology? I mean, mind reading devices...
The Chosen One: and when I fought him, he somehow became more powerful. He was able to clone himself, spawn weapons, and make himself invisible.
The Second Coming: Wait, what? How?
The Chosen One: I'm not sure, but from what I can tell, he does not have any supernatural abilities like you and I do, SC. If he did, he never used them against me, rather using weapons like a lasso, a shuriken, and a hammer when we fought.
Green: That's interesting.
Purple: If your theory is correct, Green, and your friend Alan made this boss, is there an explanation why he doesn't have powers? I mean, from what I can tell, whoever he makes has some kind of supernatural ability, so it just seems odd that this boss doesn't have any.
Blue: I'm gonna be honest, Purple, it is possible that he does have them. Perhaps he doesn't know that he has them and something needs to trigger them or something like that.
Red: Kinda like you, SC! You never knew you had powers until today!
The Second Coming: That is conceivable, Red, and that makes me worried. I destroyed The Dark Lord like it was nothing, and he was one of our biggest threats, up there with you, King.
King: Yeah... I almost destroyed Minecraft, if not for you guys.
The Second Coming: If the boss has powers, he could vaporize all of us in mere seconds.
King: Powers or not, I'm not letting anything endanger you, Purple.
Purple: Thanks, Dad, and I won't let anything harm my family.
Yellow: We should be nearing the cliff! I wonder what the boss has been doing in the meantime.
The Second Coming: If I had to guess, nothing good.
victim Is Coming[]
(TSC was right. While the heroes were reuniting and racing back to the cliff, the villains were also reuniting. Agent and the Mercs arrive at the cliffside to rejoin their boss)
Agent: You wanted to see us, sir?
victim: Yes. Do you see that hole in the middle of the sky? (Agent uses his magnifying glass to see better)
Agent: Yes. What is it, sir?
victim: That is my ticket to revenge, sweet, sweet revenge against Alan Becker I have been waiting for over a decade and a half for.
Agent: Very good, sir. But why did you want us here?
victim: If I can pull this off successfully, I will be adding several more zeroes to your checks. Care to join me in my quest?
Agent: Will those zeroes be before or after the decimal point, sir?
victim: Before, obviously.
Agent: Exactly what we wanted to hear. Count us in.
victim: Excellent. Get on your speeder bikes. Your task will be to secure the entrance/exit to ALANSPC. Unless it is me, do not let anything or anyone enter that portal. Nothing will stand in the way of my revenge, and those annoying sticks are still out there. We take no chances. You got it?
Agent: Yes, sir.
victim: Good. Believe me, if anything interferes, I will be removing zeroes from that paycheck of yours. You should have no trouble, but if those no-name lackeys I employ are as next to useless as I think they are, then no doubt those sticks went on a rescue mission for their friends, and rescued them. There's a reason a kept you four at the headquarters, because you can actually stop an invasion of martial artists, but considering this is their only way back, I say it's best to cover the choke point with everything we got.
Agent: Very good, sir. But what about you? Will you be able to defeat Alan by yourself?
victim: With your improvements from The Box? (Scoff) Couple that with my intelligence and gadgetry and it should be no problem. By the time I get done with him, he'll be wishing he never grabbed his mouse when he made me 17 years ago.
Agent: Indeed, sir. Indeed. (He calls to the other Mercs) Men, ready the speeders! If we see any stick figure not our boss, we shoot on sight.
Other Mercs: Right away, sir.
Agent: And feel free to play dirty. Nothing will get in the way of the boss's mission. You got it?
Other Mercs: Understood, sir.
victim: If you four fail me... well, let's just say you'll be losing a lot more than your payment.
Agent: I understand, sir. My men and I will not fail.
victim: You had better not. (He takes off in his bike. The Mercs follow up to the hole in the sky that leads to ALANSPC. Before victim enters, he gives his men one last order) Add an extra priority to that orange one I captured, The Second Coming. He seems to be the only one strong enough to stop me.
Agent: On it, sir. This hole will be on lockdown. No one will even come near it.
victim: Good. (He enters the hole, leaving the Mercs on guard duty) Alan Becker, prepare to meet your worst nightmare. You think you can delete me? Do you? Well, I am going to delete you.
A Leader Emerges[]
(Eventually, The Stick Gang, Purple, King, and The Chosen One arrive at the cliffside)
Red: (panting) We made it!
Green: Yes we did, but where is the boss?
Yellow: Wait... What's that up there? (He points at the sky)
Blue: What do you see, bro?
The Chosen One: I can fly. I'll check it out.
The Second Coming: Be careful up there.
The Chosen One: I will. (He takes off)
Green: Hey Purple... I appreciate you joining us on our mission, but... do you really want to do this?
Purple: What do you mean?
Red: Well, we brought you and your dad in to help us rescue SC.
Yellow: And you did just as we asked. Don't get me wrong, we deeply appreciate it.
Blue: But... we're worried for your safety.
The Second Coning: This boss and his employees are no joke. Take it from me, I know.
Green: We all know, SC. (To Purple) But, all I'm saying is... this will be dangerous and we don't want you to get hurt. Also, you don't have a relationship with Alan the way we do. You did your job, and if you want to leave, you can. We won't blame you if you do, this is our fight, and not yours.
Blue: Like I said, Purple, we're concerned for your health.
Red: We don't want to lose you, buddy.
Yellow: You're a good friend, and we cannot fathom not having you around. (Purple takes a moment to ponder)
The Second Coming: It's your choice. Like Green said, this is our fight, not yours.
King: (Deep breath) Whatever you choose, son, I'll be by your side.
Purple: Thanks, Dad. Green, you called me a member of your family.
Green: I did, yeah.
Purple: And a proper family looks out for each other. A true family member doesn't abandon you. (He looks up at King, tears filling his eyes) I got blasted head-on by a black hole beam. If I can do that alone, together we are unstoppable. I'm with you guys 'til the end.
King: I am as well. I'm not losing my son without a fight.
The Second Coming: Thank you, guys. We appreciate your help. (TCO flies back down)
The Chosen One: (panicked) Guys, we gotta move! The Mercenaries are up there, guarding the entrance to ALANSPC. (He bolts, his friends following to avoid the rain of glitches from the Mercs above him)
Yellow: Could you break through?
The Chosen One: No, as soon as I got close, they began opening fire. My powers weren't enough to handle them even at full strength. I know I can't handle them while carrying you seven with me.
Red: So, what do we do? How do we get home?
Purple: I have an idea.
Blue: What is it?
Purple: A trip through the back door. Dad, you remember...
King: The portal in our basement? Absolutely, son.
Purple: We can use that to get to the Nether from there...
The Second Coming: We can get to ALANSPC! Purple, you're amazing!
Purple: We gotta get home! Chosen, can you give us a ride?
The Chosen One: Sure thing... uh... I never got your name.
Purple: Purple. This is my dad, King.
King: Nice to meet you, but this is not the best time.
The Chosen One: I agree. Hop on, guys! Purple, lead the way! (Each one grabs a hold of each other, linking up like a human chain, with TCO at the head)
Purple: Sure thing. It's that way. (He points. TCO speeds in that direction, King can't help but be amazed at his son's initiative. He beams with pride)
(Up above, the Mercs rain their glitches in the general direction of our heroes)
Hazard: They're fleeing for the forest, sir. I've lost them.
Agent: They're fleeing. Cowards.
Ballista: Do you want us to go after them, boss?
Agent: No. Our mission is to guard this entrance. They are probably regrouping for another attack. From what I can tell, these guys refuse to quit. We are to hold our ground and make them quit. Plus, if that orange one gets through, we're losing our payday.
Primal: You're not afraid of him, are you?
Agent: Ask questions like that and we'll see how well you can swim after your bones break upon impact with the water below us.
Primal: Yes, sir.
Agent: For now, we wait. They will be back, surely.
The Open Back Door[]
(The heroes arrive at King's village)
Purple: We're here! That's our house!
The Chosen One: Landing now. (He lowers. Everyone lets go and King and Purple enter their house, ushering their friends inside)
King: The trapdoor to the basement is over here. (He opens the door and all of them descend the ladder into the basement) Oh boy, this brings back memories.
The Second Coming: What do you mean, King?
King: I don't venture down here all that much, but this is where I drew up the parkour course, where I plotted to split you five apart, leaving Minecraft open for the taking.
The Chosen One: Am I missing something?
The Second Coming: We have a long history with King, Chosen.
Green: Retelling it would probably take a couple hours at least.
Red: Yeah. You'll have to fill you in later.
Blue: Indeed. But for now, let's get to the Nether!
Yellow: Wow, you're excited, bro.
Blue: Yes, because the Nether is where we can get Netherwart! Can we stop by the fortress and get some?
Green: Blue, buddy, you need to lay off that stuff.
Blue: (slightly whiny) C'mon, Green! They're delicious! (They reach the portal)
Purple: We're here. The portal. (He flips the switch and it turns on) Let's go. (He leads the way. King, TCO, and the Gang follow)
Back to the Nether[]
(They enter the Nether one after the other)
The Chosen One: Whoa! This must be the Minecraft I have heard so much about.
Yellow: It sure is. Well, part of it. We have vivid memories of this place.
Green: However, that is a story for another day.
Red: Right now, we gotta go! Guys, grab on to Chosen and let's fly! (They remake the human chain they made)
Purple: Dad, do you remember how to get to your bastion?
King: Sure do. Do you remember how you got to ALANSPC?
Purple: Yep. We'll guide you, Chosen.
The Chosen One: Point me in the right direction.
King: That way! (He points, and TCO takes flight. Blue scans the area)
Blue: Where is that fortress?
The Second Coming: Blue, we have more important matters than Netherwart here.
Red: Yeah. Alan could be in danger!
Yellow: Guys, lay off him. Please.
Blue: (Sigh) They're right, Yellow. I'm sorry guys, but if you were willing to try some yourself, you will see what I'm getting at.
Green: It's all good, Blue, but what do Netherwarts taste like?
Blue: Flamin' Hot Dortios. They even have a bit of crunch.
The Second Coming: I don't know how I feel about that.
Purple: Neither do I, SC.
Yellow: Blue, didn't your obsession with the stuff get us started on that adventure with the Piglins, the Witch, King, and all that? (Blue thinks for a moment)
Blue: I guess you could say that, sure.
King: Wait, wait, wait... Blue's drug addiction nearly caused the world to end?
Blue: (defensively) I prefer the term "unhealthy obsession," but I suppose so. It all worked out in the end, though, so I don't want to take the blame for that.
King: (snickering) I'm joking, kiddo. (They all share a laugh)
The Second Coming: Blue, next time you run out of Netherwarts, just tell us and we'll all help you. No need for secrets between us. OK, pal?
Blue: Fair deal.
Yellow: With my staff, I can just spawn some more. Thanks again for that, King.
King: I'm just glad it's in good hands. It took me a long time to craft that staff.
Yellow: You did a good job. It's full of surprises. I have enjoyed exploring all of what it can do.
Purple: (pointing) Guys, there's the bastion! Well, what's left of it.
King: She's seen better days, for sure.
The Second Coming: The remains of two orange titans... That battle between us, King, was legendary.
King: You are a formidable fighter, SC, my biggest challenge before facing Herobrine himself. I'd hate to be on the receiving end of your powers.
The Second Coming: Don't worry, you won't be.
The Chosen One: We've reached the bastion! Where to next, guys?
Purple: Keep going straight. We'll find the portal in no time.
The Chosen One: You got it!
Purple: Yo, Blue, I was wondering, how did you get obsessed with Netherwarts?
Blue: I tried it from my garden one day. From there, I learned how to make soup... well, potions... and the rest is history.
Green: You still need to dial it back, Blue.
Yellow: Without his mastery of potions, we might've been slain by the witch.
Red: He's got you there, Green.
Green: I suppose you're right, but I maintain my stance.
Blue: You are free to do so. More Netherwarts for me.
The Second Coming: (annoyed) Are you guys done?
Purple: (smiling) Nothing like a few brotherly squabbles.
Green: They're bound to come up eventually, Purple.
Red: But despite our differences, we are still one family.
Yellow: That's pretty deep, Red.
Red: Thanks, though we are missing one.
Blue: Who's that?
Red: My pig. I haven't seen him in what seems like so long.
King: Oh yeah, Purple was telling me about him. I heard he got married... That's odd...
Red: Odd, but true. He even had a piglet right in front of us.
King: (disgusted) Ohhhhh... You're not traumatized, are you, Purple?
Purple: (laughing) No, I averted my eyes. It was a good time, and I'm still somewhat surprised I was invited.
Red: We love you, Purple, even my pig. Never forget that.
Purple: I won't, I promise.
Yellow: Guys, I can see the Crimson Forest ahead!
The Second Coming: That's where our portal home is. It should be around here somewhere.
The Chosen One: I'll slow down a bit. We don't want to overshoot it.
Green: We won't. I can see it in the distance!
The Chosen One: I see it, too. I'm lowering. (He slowly descends, and his friends let go of him)
Green: Oh, this brings back fond memories.
Purple: Agreed. This is where I found a family. (He looks up at his dad, who smiles at him) Well, two of them. (He looks at the Stick Gang) Thanks, guys.
Red: (curious) For what?
Purple: For welcoming me into your family... even after all I did to you guys.
The Second Coming: We wouldn't have had it any other way.
Yellow: Guys, are you ready?
Blue: It's time to save another member of the family.
King: Are you ready, son?
Purple: Surrounded by my loved ones, I'm ready for anything. Let's go! (He and the others step through the portal)
Return of the victim[]
(Meanwhile, victim is returning to his old stomping grounds. Alan is busy with an animation)
Alan: (to himself) I wonder what happened to Orange and the others. I hope they're OK. (victim comes through the portal. Alan notices) Is that The Chosen One? No, he has a darker shade. Who is this guy? (victim climbs into Alan's animation software and speaks to him through text, similar to how TSC spoke to him in AvA4 and 5)
victim: Well, well, well, we meet again, Alan. (Alan talks back through a textbox)
Alan: Should I know you?
victim: Yes. After all, who can forget their first, am I right?
Alan: The first? What are you talking ab- (He stops mid-sentence, deletes his text, and then writes) victim?
victim: Yep.
Alan: But how? I deleted you!
victim: You tried, but you should know by now, you can't get rid of us that easily.
Alan: What do you want?
victim: My demand is simple: You.
Alan: What?
victim: When you first made me, you treated me like a toy, meant for nothing more than your amusement.
Alan: I was 17! How was I supposed to know you were sentient?
victim: Aside from the fact that I moved and spoke on my own? Did you expect me to do calculus or something? (Alan cannot answer) No matter. Just as you tried deleting me from existence, I fully intend on deleting you.
Alan: You think I'm going to allow you to do that?
victim: I expect nothing else than a fierce fight. That's why I came prepared. (He shows off some of the photoshop tools on his arms) Are you impressed? I've been preparing 17 years for this.
Alan: Well, it's a good thing I have been, too. I have been working on my animating with help from a friend of mine.
victim: Your orange friend right? The Second Coming? (Scoff) I left him and his friends behind where you fought The Dark Lord. You're not getting any help from them.
Alan: The Chosen One... The Second Coming... The Fighting Stick Figures...
victim: Every single one of them is trapped, separated from you. My men are making sure of that. You'd be lucky if you ever see them again.
Alan: Wait... how do you know about that fight? With The Dark Lord?
victim: You'd be surprised at the technological advances I have made in the past 17 years. An unextinguishable fire for revenge can do a lot for a guy. But speaking of revenge, let's get it on, shall we? (He whips out a baton and spins it around, using his amplified speed from The Box to attack Alan's cursor violently. Alan tries fighting back, but cannot land a blow, every drawing of his erased and every attempt to grab victim is countered. With his enhanced speed, victim is able to create his own drawings lightning quick to help him in his attack. Alan quickly realizes he hasn't been this overpowered since his fight with The Dark Lord. victim backs his maker's cursor into a corner) Any last words? (He prepares to lower the boom, but before he can deliver the final blow, he is socked in the face by TCO. He stumbles backwards and falls. He looks up to see TCO standing over him)
The Chosen One: Remember me?
The Ultimate Battle[]
(TCO stands over his adversary, his friends diagonally lined up behind him)
victim: The Chosen One... How did you get here? I had my men watching the portal!
The Chosen One: We found some friends who left the back door open.
victim: (under his breath) Note to self: fire the idiots I employ. (To TCO) I see you brought company. Well, you and your friends are too late. As you can see, I have every advantage. (His drawings flank him on either side)
Purple: Well, we have each other, and we will defeat you.
victim: (mockingly) Awww, how quaint. You must not realize, your heroes are powerless. I made sure of that with The Chosen One himself.
The Second Coming: I have powers.
victim: So why haven't you blasted me yet? (TSC cannot answer) Because you don't know how to activate them. You are weak, you are no match for me, and two new friends won't tip the scales in your favor.
King: You haven't seen what Purple and I can do.
victim: I would like nothing more. Show me what you got, I dare you.
Red: Why you little...! (He charges and tries to throw a punch, but victim grabs his fist and flips him over onto his back)
victim: Like I said, quaint. Don't make me terminate you, especially you, Yellow. I could use a mind like yours in my organization.
Yellow: If you think I'm going to join you, you're dumber than I thought.
victim: And I thought you liked breathing. I guess we were both wrong. (He picks Red up and tosses him over to the others)
Green: Red! Are you OK?
Red: Yeah, just got the wind knocked out of me, that's all.
victim: Your compassion for each other is a weakness. Only revenge is truly powerful.
King: I thought the same thing, until I realized what I was doing.
Purple: Revenge never satisfies. It only consumes.
victim: (annoyed) Are you guys done? I have some business to attend to. (He whips out his baton again and assumes a fighting stance)
The Second Coming: (to his friends) Each of you, grab a photoshop tool. Chosen and I will hold him off. (victim charges at them, and an epic fight ensues. The others grab an icon from Alan's photoshop window. While there, Purple notices something)
Purple: Dad, look! (He points) The recycle bin!
King: I see. What are you getting at?
Purple: Do you think we can toss the enemy into it and then empty it?
King: It's possible. Would that delete him for good?
Purple: It can permanently delete things on a Mac. I don't see why it should be any different here.
King: Sounds like a plan, but this boss is too smart to just step in it.
Purple: We'll force him into it.
King: Good call. Help your friends. I'll get the bin. (Purple grabs the eraser)
Purple: I will not fail.
King: I know you won't. (They split)
(victim fights with TCO and TSC. Alan uses his cursor to try to help)
victim: You have NO IDEA what Alan DID TO ME! I will REPAY his injustice!
The Second Coming: Don't you DARE say his name!
victim: Why not? He made me, after all.
The Second Coming: What? So it's true... Green's theory...
victim: That's why we look so similar. We share the same maker... Which makes me... your older brother. (He uses his lasso to trip TSC. TCO attacks with his fire, which victim dodges)
The Chosen One: We won't let you harm him!
victim: Too bad you'll fail in your mission. (He tosses TCO away. Alan catches and stands him upright) My drawings, deal with the others. (His creations attack the FSF. For a moment, they hold their own, but are soon overwhelmed and cornered)
Blue: Wait... Where's Purple? And King?
Green: They're coming. (On cue, Purple arrives and erases victim's drawings)
Purple: I heard my name get called.
Yellow: Nice one, Purple!
Red: Let's help our friends! (The five of them charge. King brings the bin down, sets it on the taskbar and follows, but by the time they can get involved, victim selected TCO and TSC and is sending them spinning. Alan hurries to stop them)
victim: You're not worth my time. The cursor is what I'm after. (He leaps at Alan's pointer and grabs it. The FSF and Purple stop TSC's and TCO's spin cycle and then jump at victim. victim, however, smacks them away with a baton, except for Purple, whom he grabs with his lasso) Where did you come from? You weren't with them before.
King: Son! (He jumps, punching wildly at victim, who dodges)
victim: Son? Ahhh, so that's your weakness. I should've known. Your compassion and familial ties are just that: ties that bind you down. (He tosses Purple away and grabs King in a chokehold with his lasso) How about your father be the first to be eliminated? (He selects King, about to do the equivalent of Ctrl+X to him. Purple closes his eyes, unable to look)
Purple: Together... We are... Unstoppable! (As if injected with a shot of powerful adrenalin, Purple punches victim in the face, knocking him into the side of Alan's PC. Purple catches his dad and he attacks victim ruthlessly with a speed and ferocity that victim can only dream of. victim tries counterattacking with his lasso and other tools, but Purple uses his tools against him and pins him down) You messed with the wrong family. (He throws victim into the recycle bin and just as quickly, empties it, with victim inside)
victim: Nooooooo... (His voice fades as he is removed from existence once and for all)
(Outside the portal, the noise from within doesn't go unnoticed by the Mercs)
Hazard: What was that? (Agent calls victim)
Agent: Boss, what's going on? (He gets nothing but static) Boss? Sir? victim?
Primal: What happened, sir?
Agent: I don't know, but his coordinates are missing. Impossible. It's... It's as if he was wiped off the face of the Earth.
Ballista: But how?
Agent: I don't know, but if I had to guess, that orange friend of ours had something to do with it. You saw his true power. If the boss couldn't handle that, then we don't stand a chance.
Hazard: We're no cowards.
Agent: Would you rather die? I'd say we live to get another paycheck.
Ballista: You have me there.
Primal: Agreed. Let's get out of here. (They fly away on their speeder bikes)
(Purple, after finishing off victim, collapses onto the floor in exhaustion)
King: Son! (He races over to Purple. The Gang and TCO joins him) Is he OK?
The Second Coming: He still has a pulse. He's still breathing. I suspect he's just worn out.
Green: (relieved) He'll be OK... Whew... What was that?
Blue: He just... went crazy... in all the good ways.
The Chosen One: I haven't seen anything like that from an Internet stick figure. I always that it was just us, SC.
The Second Coming: I guess a hero can come from anywhere.
King: If he'll be alright, I want him to be comfortable while he sleeps.
Yellow: We have a couch.
Red: We can bring it. (He and Yellow fetch the couch. King sets his son on it, and everyone surrounds the sleeping hero)
The Aftermath[]
(It is not long before Purple wakes up, a bit dazed)
Purple: Wha... Where am I? (He lifts his head) Dad?
King: Son, you're OK! (He throws his arms around Purple) Don't scare me like that!
Purple: Like wha- Wait... I remember. Something within me... snapped and... I blitzed him... Ohhh my...
The Chosen One: That was incredible. Absolutely incredible.
The Second Coming: You did it, Purple!
Red: You saved your friends.
Green: You saved your family.
Yellow: (shocked) I have no words.
Blue: Thank you, Purple.
Purple: Guys, guys... (He looks at all of them, tears forming in his eyes) I'm just glad to see you all safe and sound.
King: No more than I am to see you, Purple. If you need time to recover, take all the time you need.
Purple: Thanks, Dad.
The Chosen One: Well done, kid. With victim gone, maybe I can live peacefully.
The Second Coming: You're not leaving yet, are you?
Red: Please stay!
Blue: I can cook up something for you guys.
Yellow: (nodding) He's a great cook.
Green: Aside from the Netherwarts...
The Chosen One: Yeah... That sounds good. Some dinner with my best friends. Maybe you can regale me with that long Minecraft story you mentioned earlier.
The Second Coming: I would love that. (He climbs up to Alan's animation tool and uses his speech-to-text) Alan, we're going to feast. Care to join us?
Alan: Yeah. Let me get some food, I'll join you. Thanks for everything you've done for me.
The Second Coming: Think nothing of it, buddy.
Alan: By the way, who are your new friends?
The Second Coming: Purple and King. We met them during an adventure in Minecraft.
Alan: Nice to meet you, and thanks for your help. (He turns his cursor into a hand and lowers it to the father-son duo. The two of them shake it and wave to him)
(Soon, Blue is ready with the banquet)
Blue: Food's ready, fellas! (Everyone gathers around, takes a seat, and digs in to the various food) I hope you like it. I've been trying my hand more and more in the kitchen recently.
The Second Coming: Blue, you outdid yourself with this one.
Green: Wow, Blue, this is delicious.
Purple: You outta teach me how to make this, or better yet, teach my dad.
King: (playfully) Hey...
Purple: I'm joking, Dad. (Everyone shares a laugh. King gives his son a playful noogie)
King: I know.
Yellow: Blue, buddy, this is your best meal yet.
Red: I agree. I could eat this for days.
The Chosen One: The Outernet can only dream of food like this.
Blue: Thanks, guys.
The Second Coming: Hey, King, do you mind if I ask you a question? It's kinda personal, though.
King: Go right ahead, though I have a feeling I know what it's going to be.
The Second Coming: You don't seem like a bad guy at all, and your love for Purple is quite genuine.
Purple: Can confirm. (He pulls his dad close)
The Second Coming: So... What happened? What caused you to go crazy and destroy Minecraft? And almost all of us?
Green: Careful, SC. It's a sensitive topic.
King: It's OK, Green. (Deep breath) SC, Yellow, Blue, Red, Green, I suppose I do owe you five an explanation for what I did to you. (He tells everyone his backstory, what caused him to turn evil, and his drive for revenge. Everyone listens silently to King's tale) ...After getting the Parkour course set up, which was easy thanks to my staff, I tasked Purple with finding you. Luckily for me, he did, and I'm sure you know the rest.
The Second Coming: Wow, King... I never knew...
Red: I'm so sorry, King.
Green: No one deserves to go through something like that. I'm sorry to hear that.
King: I appreciate the kind words. Thanks, guys. I'm grateful to have you all and Purple in my life. Speaking of, how did Purple find you guys?
Purple: They were in a swamp when I found them. How did you get there?
Yellow: Blue, you want to explain this one?
Blue: I suppose it's my turn to spill the beans, or Netherwarts, I guess. Well, I was playing some music, cooking some food, and snacking on Netherwart, ya know, normal stuff for me, when I realized I ran out of Netherwart, having eaten the last pieces myself. Panicked, I remade the Nether portal and returned to the Nether to get some more of the stuff.
Green: Blue, buddy, you need help.
Blue: If not for my love for Netherwart, Minecraft might not be here.
Purple: That might be a stretch, but that's beside the point. Please, continue.
Blue: Well, with the help of some Piglins, they led me to the fortress. We fought a horde of Zombified Pigmen, and I helped the Piglins escape, but it wasn't that easy. The Baby Piglin got caught by the Pigmen, so I had to save him. I was almost engulfed in lava, and I might've burned alive if not for the Piglins saving me. They led me to the fortress, only for the Netherwart garden to be cleaned out. I saw a figure resembling SC and followed it, only for it to be a witch.
The Second Coming: Wait, Blue, you almost died?
King: At least he almost died rescuing someone. That's selflessness at its finest.
Yellow: (smiling) He always has been a sweet soul.
Blue: Thanks, Yellow. Anyways, I woke up in a white void, and it turns out I was turned into a piston made to harvest Netherwart for the witch. I found my freedom and fought the witch with potions, only to be outmatched--and I ran out of potions--until Red's pig saved us.
Red: My beloved Pig... (The pig walks up to him. Red pets him) I spawned him in to track you down, Blue. We noticed you were missing and looked for you. We followed you through that portal and we thought we found you, only for it to be the witch.
The Second Coming: I was the one to realize that the witch wasn't you, though Red's pig found the two of you, Yellow and Red, and Green found me, in a way. We fought the witch and almost burned if not for Red's little guy.
Purple: And that's when our paths crossed. SC, you didn't want to join me.
The Second Coming: No offense, but with hindsight, it was for good reason. I always have been protective of these guys, but Red...
Red: Yeah, yeah, I admit it, but I couldn't bear to see Purple sitting there moping.
Blue: Well, that's how we ended up there.
The Chosen One: Wow, guys. This story is incredible. I wish I could've been there. But I have to know what happened next between the seven of you.
The Second Coming: Chosen, buddy, words cannot do it justice, but I suppose we can try. Shall we start with the Parkour game?
Purple: Yeah, sounds good. (The Stick Gang, Purple, and King retell the story of AvM Season 3, complete with their own stories and adventures which not everyone knew up to that point. They eventually come up to Purple's last stand) ...I took a last stand against Dad, but I was unable to stop him and I was blown away, absorbed into the black hole. But he chased me down, which didn't make sense to me at the time.
The Second Coming: Wow... King, you had your goal in your grasp, the destruction of Minecraft, and yet you sacrificed yourself for Purple. Why?
King: To put it simply, he reminded me of Gold, and he still does. The two are very similar, and I just couldn't lose another son.
Green: So, what happened to you in the void?
King: I woke up in a white void. I walked toward my house, and I saw chalk drawings on the wall, which showed me how much pain I was causing, to the Minecraft creatures, to you five, and to Purple most of all. I broke through the wall and ran to him, and the two of us hugged.
Purple: As for me, I thought I had failed. I woke up in a black void and, upon stumbling upon a spotlight, I could do nothing but weep. I thought we lost, I thought my efforts were for naught, I thought I had lost everything... until I saw Dad running toward me. For a moment, I thought you were my biological father, Dad. I saw you as him.
King: (surprised) Really? Wow. But... how are we still here?
The Second Coming: The five of us got your staff through our portal, which undid the damage done.
King: That makes sense. From there, I resigned my title of King, received forgiveness from the others, my friends, and took Purple home with me.
Blue: I got me some Netherwarts, the thing that started this whole mess, and we went home together.
The Chosen One: (awestruck) Wow, you guys were right. Words were not enough.
Yellow: Maybe they'll make a movie about it one day.
Red: We can hope.
Green: (sarcastically) Who would want to watch a movie about stick figures in Minecraft?
Purple: You never know, Green. I think it's a great story.
Blue: I do as well, and I got my Netherwart! (Everyone laughs)
A Fond Farewell[]
(After finishing Blue's banquet, TCO, Purple, and King bid good-bye to the FSF)
The Chosen One: Well guys, I have truly enjoyed our time, but I must be going.
King: Yeah, I need to get home, too. Care to join me, Purple, or do you want to hang with your friends a bit more?
Purple: I'll come home, though I am surprised you are letting me come home by myself, considering how protective you are.
King: This adventure has shown me that you're growing up, and you can handle yourself just fine.
Purple: (jokingly) I'll put your mind as ease and come with you, but I wanna wish my friends good-bye.
King: Go for it, Son. (Purple goes to each of the FSF and hugs them good-bye)
Purple: (teary-eyed) I'll miss you guys.
The Second Coming: Our door is always open.
Red: Visit us whenever you'd like! We can spar together.
Blue: We can cook.
Yellow: I can teach you about Redstone.
Purple: I would like nothing more. (Green steps forward and hugs him once again, tears stream down both of their faces)
Green: I'll see you soon, brother.
Purple: I'll see you soon... Bro. Assuming Dad lets me get away. (He smiles at his dad, who smiles back)
King: Feel free to visit them any time you want, Son. Just come back to me in one piece.
Purple: I will. I promise.
Green: (playfully) Hey, with you in the mix, we might actually have some good three-on-three competitions.
Red: (smiling) Of course you want to compete, Green. You always have been a show-off.
Yellow: You still have that Redstone build-off trophy, Red.
The Second Coming: Yeah, how did he win that over me and Green?
Yellow: You used maps. How did you learn about maps? Because it wasn't from me. (Green and TSC cannot answer) I thought so. (He smirks) Red's build had the best use of Redstone, and it was also kinda cute.
Blue: And don't forget, Green, who won our most recent build battle?
Green: You would've lost if I didn't summon a Wither.
Purple: Wait, you summoned a Wither? What have I been missing?
Green: A fair bit, Purple. I'll have to fill you in later.
Purple: Well, I do love me a little friendly competition, but I'm not sure how good of a builder I am. I've never tried.
Red: That's no big deal. We all have fun anyway.
Yellow: And with another member, now we have the ultimate rivalry.
Blue: What is that, Yellow?
Yellow: Primary colors vs. Secondary colors. The teams are balanced now.
The Second Coming: Is that a fair fight? Green and I are arguably the best builders.
Red: All the better for an underdog run. (He spawns a wolf and breeds it) Who's a good underdog? You are! Yes, you are!
Purple: (Chuckles) Now I know I'll be back sooner rather than later. What were the teams before?
Green: Usually it's me and SC against Yellow, Red, and Blue. Either that or a free-for-all, especially for our build battles.
Blue: Regardless, we look forward to your visit, Purple.
Purple: No more than I am. (He returns to his dad) I'm ready, Dad.
King: One more thing... SC, Red, Yellow, Green, Blue, thank you. Thank you for being a great friend for my son, thank you for showing me what I was doing to you all, thank you for your forgiveness and acceptance.
Stick Gang: You're welcome, King.
The Second Coming: We wouldn't have it any other way. Welcome to our family.
King: Thanks, SC. (TSC walks up to TCO)
The Second Coming: Will I see you again?
The Chosen One: No telling, but I'm hoping it will be before something urgent happens.
The Second Coming: (Chuckles) I am too. Good-bye... Big brother.
The Chosen One: See you around... Little brother. (He, King, and Purple climb into the folder where the Nether portal is. They wave good-bye to the Stick Gang, who wave back)
Purple, King, and The Chosen One: Bye, guys!
Stick Gang: Good-bye, friends! (The trio disappear into the portal)
Purple: Chosen, do you mind giving us a ride back to the portal?
The Chosen One: Sure thing, if only for a favor in return.
King: What is it?
The Chosen One: I got my powers drained by the boss and his allies. Do you think you can help me get them back? I lost them in The Box, and apparently you have a lot of technological skill. I was hoping you could help.
King: I'll do my best.
The Chosen One: I appreciate it. (The father-son duo grab a hold of TCO and the three of them return to The Box. The whole building is empty, with everyone finished with their shifts) Here it is. There's the control panel.
King: This looks familiar. I'll see what I can do. (TCO steps inside The Box. King examines the machine, while Purple stands to the side. It took a little while, but soon, TCO is back to his full-powered form) How's that, Chosen?
The Chosen One: Yes, I'm back. Thank you.
Purple: Could you take us home, please?
The Chosen One: It's the least I can do. (He takes Purple and King to their house. As the sun sets in the distance, they look up at TCO)
Purple: Will we see you again?
The Chosen One: Possibly. I tell you this, if I ever fly by, I'll be sure to say hello from a distance.
King: If you ever need a place to rest for a while, we got you covered.
The Chosen One: Thanks, King. I wish I had a family like yours.
Purple: You do. You have us, and the rest of the Stick Gang.
The Chosen One: (smiling) Purple, my friend, you are wise beyond your years. Purple, King, good-bye! (He takes off into the brilliant sky)
Purple and King: (waving) Good-bye, Chosen! (They watch him disappear into the sky. When he's out of sight, they head inside and snuggle up on their couch)
King: You know, Son, I think that's twice now you've saved my life. I will pay you back one of these days.
Purple: Just having a father who loves me and cares for me is payment enough, Dad.
King: Aww... I love you, Son, but there is something I want to tell you.
Purple: What is it, Dad?
King: Well, seeing you take command made me realize... you're growing up so fast. I'm so proud of you, and I'm sure Gold would be as well.
Purple: (tearing up) Dad, you have no idea how much those words mean to me. All my life I wanted my father to be proud of me... and now...
King: Son, never forget how much I love you, and how proud I am of you.
Purple: I won't, Dad, and you never forget how much you mean to me. (He smiles, streams of tears rolling down his face. King beams with pride, starting to tear up as well)
King: (crying) Aww, I've made you cry. You're making me cry, too.
Purple: These are tears of joy.
King: Same here.
Purple: I love you, Dad.
King: I love you too, Son. (They doze off, still wrapped in each other's arms, dreaming of what adventure lies ahead of them next)