Other Oneshots/Fanfics

A small collection of Oneshots and fanfics I did that aren't part of a larger story or arc.

The Chosen... Purple (Purple)

(Perrito's commentary) This was written for a contest held by my dear friend, BadGrammarCat. The goal was to make them cry, and though I didn't win, I had a lot of fun writing this. I pulled out the fluffiest fluff I could, and I hope you enjoy!

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I remember that day like it was yesterday… the day that changed my life forever. I remembered practically everything about it as King was in the other room, finalizing my adoption. My mind raced, returning to that moment after everything was over.

“We love you, Purple!” Green said, embracing me after an incredible, life-threatening adventure. The rest of his friends followed suit and I was surrounded in a warm, tight hug. I was a bit shocked, especially after all I did to them, but I hugged them back.

“I love you guys, too.” I replied. King walked past us, and I couldn’t help but notice.

“King! Wait!” I called out. King stopped in his tracks. “I forgive you.”

“After all I did to you?” He turned around and walked up to me. “You know, Purple… Thanks.” He shook my hand appreciatively. “Let’s go home.”

“Ooh, I’d love that.” I turned around and waved good-bye to my new friends. “Bye guys!”

“Good-bye, Purple!” They called back.

“We love you!” Green yelled. I sighed.

“I love you guys, too.” I said to myself, too quiet for them to hear.

It took a long while–I didn’t realize how many biomes we had to pass through–but we made it back, back to the portal King built in his basement. We stepped through it, climbed the ladder and there we were in King’s house, a place I had been in albeit only once. I made it first, with King right behind me, climbing through the trapdoor. I sat down on the couch, worn out from the incredible adventure. After a brief moment, King spoke up.

“Purple… Do you have enough energy or do you need a moment?”

“Enough energy for what?” I asked.

“I think we should get to know each other a little more. Want to head to a park I know well? It’s a lovely day outside, it looks like.” I gave it thought for a moment.

“I’d like that very much.” I confirmed.

King took me to the park. I was familiar with it, growing up in Stick City, it was a place my mom took me as a kid. We sat together on a fence and simply… talked.

“This place brings back memories.” King sighed.

“I know. I used to come here as a kid, though those playtimes were few and far between.”

“Why is that?” King asked. I looked into his kind eyes and forced my tears back.

“It’s a long story…” I confessed. “It’s pretty rough, as well.”

“I have time, and I’m willing to listen.” King said gently. I was unsure. The last couple of times I had this sort of father figure, they did nothing but abuse me and abandon me. Heck, King already abandoned me once already in favor of the MGI. I glanced nervously at the ground, not saying a word, but King must’ve sensed something in me.

“I’m willing to share my story, if that would help.” I looked up at him, his soft smile, and I nodded slowly.

“Yeah… That might help.”

“I will warn you, it’s not without severe pain.” I inwardly prepared for it.

“I’m ready for it.” I confirmed.

“OK, Purple…” He sighed deeply, seemingly bracing himself. “I was a normal stick figure living here, just like you, with my son, Gold. I used to take him to this park all the time. He loved to play here, and I loved playing with him. He was the light of my life, my world, my everything… That is, until… One horrible moment.”

“What happened, King?” I asked.

“Well, we decided to go to a festival one night. Gold and I went to a concert, tried on some funny costumes, did that sort of thing, and then Gold found a Minecraft-themed booth. He’s always been one for trying new things, so eager and excitable, so I signed the waiver and let him play on it. He looked nervous, yet excited, and I cheered him on. Instantly, he was teleported into the game, albeit not through a Nether Portal, but through some sort of gateway. I watched him on the screen and he waved at me. I waved back. Everything was going perfectly… until I heard a buzzer sound.

“Suddenly, my life was crumbling. Something was going haywire in the game. I could do nothing but watch as a black virus swept through the game… with Gold still inside.” King paused to wipe a tear from his eyes. “He was barely able to escape the game, and I tried to break him out, but there was a plexiglass hall leading to the door. I tried breaking through it, and Gold tried fighting through the virus. He fought with all his strength, and all I could do was watch helplessly as Gold got sucked in. I had to watch my own son get destroyed before my eyes.”

“Oh King, I… I never knew… I’m so, so sorry…” King dried his eyes once again.

“Thanks, Purple.” He wrapped his arm around me. “I still remember the message that played on the screen afterwards: ‘A fatal error has occurred, this connection is terminated.’ That… That moment broke me beyond recognition. My world, my life, my everything was deleted in a second, and I was utterly decimated because of it. I raged against the people running the booth as well as Minecraft as a whole. From that moment in time, I made it my mission to avenge my son. I would destroy it, just as it destroyed Gold.

“I learned everything I could about the game, looking for something powerful enough for my goal. I eventually settled on a Command Block and made numerous staffs for it, eventually landing on the one I gave to Yellow. I thought it was strong enough, but upon learning of the MGI, I knew what I needed to do. I had to find that block, eventually stumbling upon five sticks that had it. I put up the wanted posters for them, and, as it turns out, you came to me with information. I’m sure you know the rest of my story at that point. You were there for most of it.”

“Oh my gosh, King… You lost your son?” I asked. King slowly nodded yes. “I lost my father.”

“Really, Purple?” King asked.

“Yeah.” I said slowly. “Ever since I was a kid, my father pushed me. He wanted me to be the best in everything: The best fighter, the best grades, the best at doing my chores, he wouldn’t accept anything less for me, but when it came to fighting… Dad was the harshest. He pushed me beyond my capabilities, and whenever I ran to my mom for protection, he called me a wuss and a pansy. I promised him I would make him proud, I promised I would become the fighter he wanted me to be.

“As the years passed, Dad’s training only got harder and harder, and his expectations rose higher and higher. Once I became a young teen, the training became the hardest yet, but I couldn’t meet his standards. Eventually, he got so fed up with me and my mom. He just… walked out on us. I still remember that conversation word-for-word. My mom, Pink, always stood up for me, but my dad, Navy, was having none of it.

“‘Navy, please, don’t push him so hard!’ Mom protested.

“‘Why shouldn’t I, Pink?’ Dad shot back. ‘The world is rough. I’m training him to fight back when the world pushes him.’

“‘But do you have to do it so harshly?’ Mom pleaded.

“‘Harshly?’ My dad repeated, his temper rising. ‘Harshly?! How else will this useless stick that I call a son stand up for himself? You know what? I’m done with you both. You’re nothing more than pieces of… crap, and I am embarrassed to call you my family.’ I had to tone down some things, King. Dad was… colorful, let’s just say.”

“Jeez, Purple,” King noted, “your dad was abusive?”

“I didn’t realize it at the time, but yes.” I answered sheepishly. “I looked up to my dad, I thought it was just training, I thought he was doing what was best for me. In hindsight, it was abuse. No sugarcoating it. At the time, I didn’t want him to leave. I pleaded, I begged for him to stay.

“‘Dad, wait! Please! I’ll train harder! I’ll make you proud! Just don’t go!’ I cried out. Dad turned around, a hand on the doorknob, and said something I will never forget… for all the wrong reasons.

“‘What did I do to deserve this pathetic excuse for a family like you?’

“Dad left that day, and I haven’t seen him since.”

“Oh, Purple…” King hugged me, and I just started bawling. “I’m so, so sorry you went through that.”

“Thanks, King.” I wept.

“What happened to your mom?” I breathed deeply, trying to collect myself, and managed to do it enough to squeak out what happened next.

“She passed away soon after. She got sick and never recovered. From there, I was so heartbroken and devastated, and I thought the only thing I could do to find healing was to get my father back. I did everything I could to prove my worth to him, and everything I did was worse than the last. I became king of a village, imprisoned Green and Blue, hacked League of Legends, and nearly killed Red, Yellow, Green, and Blue… All of it was to get the approval of a man who never cared about me. Eventually, I returned to the Outernet and found your WANTED poster for the Gang. We’ve been powerful king and loyal subject ever since.”

“Oh my word, Purple… I never knew…” We wrapped our arms around each other as the sun went down. We watched the sun sink lower and lower, and the sky turn various shades of red, yellow, and orange. As we gazed at the painted sky, King spoke up.

“You know, Purple… We don’t have to be king and pawn any more.”

“What do you mean, King?”

“I lost a son… You lost a father… You think we could be each other’s missing parts? Maybe mend each other’s broken hearts?”

“You can’t replace family.” I insisted.

“I can’t argue with that, but maybe, just maybe… We can heal each other’s shattered hearts.” King paused. “Purple… Would you like to live with me as my adopted son?”

I felt my heart skip a beat, several beats. Was this real? Was I getting a chance to have… a father again?

“Wh- What?” I stammered. “You want me… To be your son?”

“More than anything, Purple, I want you to be my son.” I couldn’t believe it.

“I- I- I don’t know what to say.” I stuttered.

“Just please… say ‘Yes.’” King begged. I was uncertain.

“I don’t know, King… I want a father figure, more than anything, but my last two experiences with father figures have broken me beyond belief. First my birth dad, and later on you when you betrayed me, I can’t bear to experience that heartbreak again. Not to mention you blasted me head-on with a black hole beam that literally killed me. I don’t even know how we’re still alive.” King put a hand on my shoulder. I looked at him and could see tears in his eyes.

“I understand your hesitation. To be honest, if I was in your position, I probably wouldn’t trust me, either. However, after seeing you fight through my beam, I’ve come to realize how much you mean to me. There’s a reason I raced after you, why I leapt into the hole after you, why I embraced you inside the black hole. You showed me what I was becoming, what I was doing, the monster I was… You can give us both a chance to start over. That is… if you want to accept it.” I looked into his gentle, amber eyes that nearly matched his orange hue and his soft smile. I smiled back at him and felt tears well up in my eyes. This decision was going to change my life, and I knew it. I just hoped I was making the right one. I finally decided on…

“Yes.” I answered. “I would love to become your son.” I hugged him again, tears flowing down my face like waterfalls. King was crying as well.

“Thank you so much, Purple. That means the world to me.” King said tearfully. “I’ll start the adoption process tomorrow. It’s kinda late now. Until then… Let’s go home. You can help me make us both dinner.”

“That sounds amazing, King.”

The two of us headed home. King made dinner, the main course, and I made the side dish. This was something I thought I could handle, but I unknowingly set the oven too high. It wasn’t until King and I smelled smoke that I realized what I did. I quickly opened the oven and saw our side as black as unused charcoal. At that moment, I thought it was over. I had burned my bridges with King.

“King… What have I done? I burned the food! I’m sorry! Oh my gosh, I’m worthless! I’m useless! I-” King cut me off.

“Purple, Purple, it’s OK, it’s OK…” He said comfortingly. He grabbed the tray of burnt food from my hands, set it on the stovetop and hugged me. I felt tears flowing down my face again.

“I- I’m not worthy to be your son, am I?”

“That’s not true, Purple, not in the slightest! Why would you-” King paused. “Was it your birth father?” I nodded, still crying.

“He would’ve railed on me if I did something like this.” I confessed. “For years, I’ve been told stuff like that, that I’m unworthy, unfit, useless-” King cut me off.

“Purple, I promise you… I will never do that to you. After all we’ve been through, I’ve grown to love you. Like, genuinely love you.” I looked up at King through my tear-stained eyes.

“Really?” I asked.

“Yes.” King confirmed. “I want to adopt you, and I meant it. Nothing you could ever do will change that.”

“King… Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” King paused. “And… looking back on all of what you’ve done for me… You saved me, redeemed me, showed me what I was becoming. I am so incredibly proud of you.” I looked at him and began weeping tears of joy. He hugged me, and I embraced him back.

“You’re not just saying that, are you?” I asked cautiously.

“I’m saying it because it’s true.” King replied. “You saved my life, and for that, how could I not express my pride in you?”

“King, do you know how much that means to me? How long I’ve been waiting to hear that?”

“I can’t imagine, but I bet I’d be underselling it if I tried to.”

“Having someone I look up to, a father figure, express their pride in me… that… that means more to me than words can say…” I replied. King smiled at me, tears in his eyes.

“Let’s finish cooking dinner, my beloved Purple.” I agreed, and after throwing out the burnt stuff, I made the side dish again and made it right this time. We ate together and soon went to bed.

That’s how that day ended, and how my new life with King began. For a while now, King has been trying long and hard to finalize my adoption, and he’s been making progress in it. It’s been a lot of legal mumbo jumbo I don’t really care about, and that led us to today. It was a hard road to get to this point, as they wanted to put me back with my birth dad, despite our protests. However, their searches for Navy turned up empty, almost as if he dropped off the face of the Outernet. Regardless, I waited anxiously outside the courtroom. I didn’t want to speak or even think any more about Navy, not after all of my stories that brought back horrible memories of my childhood, so I waited. After what felt like an eternity, King suddenly burst through the doors.

“Purple!” He exclaimed. I stood upright, excited. “It’s official! You’re my son.” He showed me the paperwork confirming it.

“Oh, King!” I shouted, hugging him tightly. “I never thought this day would come! I have… a father…” I began crying tears of joy.

“And I have a son after so long…” Dad replied, hugging me back. “We have a family again. A fractured family is finally fixed.”

“I have… A family…” I realized. “It’s been so long…”

“Let’s head home. You are officially my little Prince.”

“Little Prince…” I pondered. “I like that. The son of a King.”

“Indeed.” I sighed deeply.

“Let’s go home… Dad.”

“I’d like nothing better… Son.”

The two of us walked home, hand-in-hand, our hearts slowly mending. It felt so surreal having a father once again, except this time, he promised to never mistreat me nor abandon me, not again. Having lived with him during this adoption process, I truly believe that. After years of heartbreak, rejection, isolation, he has shown me love, acceptance, and a family. And even though I didn’t know about his existence at the time, I think it’s safe to say that I truly have become…

The Chosen One.

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Green Redeemed: An Influencer Arc One-Shot (Green)

(Perrito's commentary) This is a bit of a one-shot/prediction for how I think Part 3 of this Influencer Arc is going to go down. I figure Alan will probably go more in-depth on the fight scene because, let's be honest, the most iconic moments in Alan's videos are the fight scenes, but for this one, I'll be delving deep into Green's psyche, the deeper level of it all. As someone who has battled depression, screen time obsession, and general loneliness and isolation, I thought I'd share some of what I think Green might be going through, using my own frame of reference. Maybe some of this will come to fruition, maybe it won't, but I think it shines a light on something near and dear to my heart, mostly because I've been there and wouldn't wish it on anyone.

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I kept scrolling and scrolling on my phone, constantly looking for a new comment, ANY new comment, while the dudes had fun outside. Who knew what they were doing, and who cared at this point? They blamed me even though I’ve been nothing but nice to them. I was making them famous, and yet how do they repay me? By yelling at me and storming out on me. What kind of friends do that to someone? Simple: the fake kind.

It was true. The dudes never cared about me. I just camped out in my room until the ruckus outside died down. After a while, their fun ended. It took them long enough. Once they were done, keeping me excluded from their festivities, I left my house and went downstairs, meeting them on the taskbar.

“We did it!” Red celebrated. “He’s finally gone!”

“Well done, SC!” Blue congratulated. “You killed it for good!” Yellow was the first to notice me approaching.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t #66CC00.” Yellow muttered. He doesn’t typically use our Hex codes, unless he’s really upset, but at this point, if I knew Yellow’s, I would’ve retaliated with the same.

“In the flesh, nerd.” I mocked.

“What took you so long?!” SC demanded to know. I gave him a bewildered look.

“What are you talking about?”

“Your video doppelganger returned, in no small part to your support.” Yellow explained tersely.

“Impossible. I trashed him.”

“But you didn’t empty it, genius.” Blue mocked.

“We had to take him down–again–except without your help. Not that we needed it.” Red muttered under his breath.

“What were you doing up there?” SC asked.

“I was making you famous.” I replied. “And yet this is how you repay me?”

“Green, we want nothing to do with your definition of ‘fame.’” SC thundered. “You’ve ignored us, cut us out of your videos, you dropped us in lava! What kind of friend does that?!”

“It was a prank, bro! Jeez, lighten up.” I quipped.

“Green, that wasn’t a prank.” Red shot back. “A prank doesn’t deliberately harm someone.”

“Especially someone you consider to be friends.” Blue added. “I nearly died in lava and you do that to me again? How heartless can one guy be?”

“Heartless?!” I repeated, my temper rising.

“Yes, Green.” Yellow replied. “Synonyms include: Merciless, uncaring, cruel… I could continue but I doubt you would be able to comprehend them.”

“Are you calling me stupid, Yellow?” I demanded.

“Green…” SC sighed, stepping between us. “What happened to you? This YouTube channel of yours has caused us nothing but pain and torment. From this glitchy version of yourself to dropping us in lava, you’re becoming a different person. You’re becoming too involved, you’re going too far. You’re-”

“And you can shove off like the fake friends you are!” I interrupted. “I have been making you famous, and what do you do in response? Tell me off! I don’t need you guys! This channel is for my fans anyway, not for people who disrespect my grindset.”

“Maybe it’s time to change your grindset.” SC said flatly. “Call us when you do. We miss the old Green.”

“You say that like I’m not still here.” SC rolled his eyes.

“There’s no talking to you…” He muttered. “C’mon, guys…”

“See you ‘round, SC!” I shouted angrily. “Blue! Yellow! Reddy Bear!”

“I’m Red to you.” Red replied. “Only my friends call me ‘Reddy Bear.’”

I climbed back up the stairs into my room, my recording studio, and checked my feed again. I’d gotten a few comments and that reminded me of the house tour I said I’d do. If that’s what my dear Grasshoppers wanted, they were going to get it.

I recorded the tour of my house. It was a lot more painful than I anticipated. I remembered all the good times I had with the dudes, and a part of me started to miss them greatly. What was I doing? They were my best friends… at one point in time. Now, they were speed bumps to my dream. They didn’t want anything to do with me, and I couldn’t understand why. I was only helping them… I quickly recorded and posted my house tour.

Not surprisingly, everyone seemed to love it, but reading the comments, a disturbing trend popped up. The Grasshoppers were asking me to take a break, get help, make peace with the dudes, and all that stuff. I liked several comments, but I had no plans to take a pause. At this point, I couldn’t.

Recording videos helped ease the pain of everything that had happened. Losing my bros, as I alluded to, left a void in my heart. However, when I posted videos for my fans or made Instagram posts, it reminded me of who I am doing this for: For them. The fans. The people who loved me and supported me, who wanted the best for me. They were real friends. I didn’t need four fakers in my corner. So I kept on the grindset, and though the pain was lessened, it never went away, not truly. I had to keep going, deeper, to fill the void the dudes left.

I kept pumping out videos and pictures, only for these types of comments to only intensify, along with questions where the rest of the Gang was. I tried avoiding those questions, but they only kept coming, along with threats to unsubscribe. This was serious. I had to do something, so I hopped onto my recording studio and began recording.

“What up, Grasshoppers?” I proudly announced. “I’ve been reading your comments and one trend has popped up that I wanted to address. The Gang has not appeared in any of my recent videos, and I’m here to tell you all… They will no longer be part of this channel. They seem to blame me for… making them famous, I guess, I have no idea. I don’t get why. I’ve been nothing but nice to them, but do you know how they’ve treated me over the years? Like dirt!

“Here are some facts you may not know: SC and Blue have both killed me in cold blood. Red almost killed me with a giant cake. No, I’m not joking. One of SC’s drawings outright tortured me while SC did nothing but defend him. Stupid Bob… And worst of all, during my proudest moment, an epic concert I was orchestrating, they did nothing–They probably did worse than nothing–while the whole thing got hijacked by an army of Silverfish. SILVERFISH! Instead of helping me, they played along! They knew how much it meant to me, but they did NOTHING to help! Who does that?!”

I cleared my throat. “Sorry about that outburst, but it goes to show you guys, they have been nothing but fake friends. I’ve been nice to them for years, but they have only treated me like a punching bag. As such, they will no longer be holding me back. From now on, I make content for you guys and you alone. You guys mean the world to me, and I am so grateful for it. I know you won’t betray me like the guys did. I’m sorry this was a bit of a downer video, but I just needed to address a common concern you guys have had. I promise, I will bend over backwards for you guys. If there’s anything you want, aside from eating grass, I will do it for you. You guys are my real bros, and I’m grateful for it. Thank you all. Also, be sure to like and subscribe for more epic content! Next one’s gonna be a banger, I promise you guys! You have no idea! This is Greenzilla signing out!”

I stopped the recording and looked through it, sighing deeply. There wasn’t much editing to do so I quickly posted it and waited for the comments to roll in. However, these comments were mostly telling me to reunite with the dudes. They tried convincing me that the guys love me, and a part of me wanted to believe, but I couldn’t. How could they betray me like that?

Days turned to weeks. I kept recording and posting, mostly in Minecraft. That’s where the real clicks come from. But the more I did, the more empty I felt. My subscriber count had stagnated, even worse, it was starting to dip. No matter what I did to appease my Grasshoppers, I kept losing them. It got so bad that after finishing one video about how to make music, I broke down in tears. Music reminded me of when I played with my friends. We had so much fun together, and now they were gone. They wanted nothing to do with me. Half of me said, “Good riddance,” while the other half was deeply desiring them. I missed Yellow’s nerdy talk, Blue’s excellent cooking, Red’s gentle heart, and SC’s willingness to chill and hang out. It was divisive, and it was crippling. It got so bad I began hearing their voices… even though they were nowhere around. I had to push through it. I had to overcome. I had to numb the pain.

The only thing that kept me going: The Grasshoppers that continued to watch my videos. At least they seemed to care about me. It was about time that somebody did. I became more and more involved. It was an escape for me, a gentle place where I could get away from my problems. Some might say YouTube, Instagram, and TikTok are my “Happy place.” They ease the pain… and yet… they don’t heal it. No matter how many videos I posted, I still felt this empty void in my heart. Why couldn’t I shake it? I didn’t understand… This was so much fun when I first started out… Where was that fun? Where was that… joy?

I figured I had to get even more involved in it, and so I did. At least, I was going to until I heard a knock at my door.

‘Finally, the guys are here to apologize.’ I figured.

“Green?” A gentle voice said from outside. “Are you in there?”

It wasn’t any of the dudes. It was a voice I hadn’t heard in a long time, and with it was a second voice.

“We just want to talk to you.” Said the second voice. “The guys told us you were… going through it.”

“We wanted to make sure you were OK.” The first voice added. “You mean a lot to us…”

‘This is perfect!’ I thought. ‘No doubt my fans would be over the moon to meet my actual friends.’

“I’ll be there in just a minute!” I called, putting on my sunglasses, grabbing my phone and putting it in my selfie stick. I instantly started vlogging. “What up, Grasshoppers! Guess what? I’ve got a couple of friends here I bet you would be really excited to meet!” I opened the door. “If it isn’t the Tango family, King and Purple! It’s so good to see you again!”

“Green,” King said gently, “Please… put those away. We need to talk.”

“What, why? This is Internet gold. You know how much my fans would love to talk to you?”

“This is more important, Green.” Purple answered softly. “This is about… You.”

I paused for a moment, looking at their gentle faces, and then returning to the camera.

“Yo, I’m sorry, Grasshoppers, I need to pause for a hot minute.” I stopped the recording. “OK, Tangos, you have my attention. Please, take a seat.” The two of them did, and I did as well in my chair.

“The glasses, too, buddy.” Purple said quietly. “We need to talk face-to-face.”

I was a bit confused, but I complied.

“Well… It’s about your channel, Green.” King began.

“Oh yeah. It’s awesome, isn’t it?”

“‘Awesome’ isn’t the word I’d use, buddy.” Purple said. “The guys told us you’ve been acting strange lately.”

“Purple and I have looked through all your content, and I must say, I agree with them.” King added. “You haven’t been yourself.”

“This is myself!” I protested. “This is who I am! I’m an influencer through and through! And look at it! The fans love me!”

“Do you know who else loves you?” Purple asked. “Dad and I do. Green, you’re my best friend, I cannot imagine my life without you. Doesn’t that mean more to you than Internet likes and follows?”

I paused for a minute.

“Don’t you miss your friends greatly?” King asked. “I’d imagine you do.”

I couldn’t answer. A part of me did miss them, immensely so, but another part wanted nothing to do with them for backstabbing me.

“They betrayed me…” I muttered. “All because of a prank they took too far.”

“Judging by the comments on that prank video,” King scolded, “you seem to be in the minority. They seem to be backing your friends rather than you.”

“Why does it matter?” I asked rhetorically. “They’re gone now and…” I paused for a long moment, the pain in my heart returning. “And now I’ve got nothing holding me back from millions of subscribers and thousands of followers.”

“Green, there’s nothing wrong with wanting to build a fanbase or post quality content online.” Purple began. “But you seem to be forgetting the most important things in your life: Your friends. I imagine losing them has left you deeply broken. I can see it in your videos. You’re distant, reminiscent, you talk about them any chance you get, you’re–to put it simply–depressed. Deeply depressed. And I know how that feels. I know how painful it is trying to fill the emptiness someone left in your heart. I know what it’s like to lose your family. I know what it’s like to get so caught up in something that it becomes the sole purpose of your entire existence.”

I could hear the passion and intensity in Purple’s soft voice as he said these words. This clearly meant a lot to him, but he wasn’t done yet.

“I know… because I’ve been there. I spent so much time of my life trying to fill the void that Navy left, and you know what came of it? Nothing but pain and misery, pain that got so bad I was at the brink…”

“The brink?” I repeated.

“If you didn’t chase me down on that mountaintop…” Purple explained, tears filling his eyes, “I was close to… throwing myself off of it, just to be done with the pain.”

“My little Prince…” King gasped.

“It’s true, Dad.” Purple confirmed. “Being abandoned again was too much for me to bear, so much so that I wanted to be done with the pain… permanently, I thought. I’m blessed to have found a happy ending… But there are sadly so many others who don’t have that, and their loved ones are all the more shattered for it. Green, I beg of you… don’t walk the path I walked. Continuing down it leads nowhere other than misery.”

“I’m not miserable…” I protested distantly. “This is… who I am…”

“It’s not who you are.” King refused to believe. “It’s who you say you are, but it’s not who you are. Do you want to know who you are, Green? Because I can show you.”

King pulled out his phone and showed me pictures… Pictures of me and Purple. He handed it to me and I scrolled through them. There we were, Purple and I making music together, flying with our elytra, watching football, playing games, building stuff in Minecraft, and just hanging out together. I remembered most of those moments, and they brought tears to my eyes.

“That’s who you are, Green, a friend who loves music, competition, hanging out, and building.” King added as I scrolled through his pics. “Above all, you live in the moment, not on a screen.”

“And if that isn’t enough, Green… Let me speak in a language you understand.” Purple said.

“Wh- What do you mean?” I asked.

“The language of song.” He explained, breaking into a soft spoken version of an otherwise really upbeat and energetic song.

“Oh, Lord, keep me in the moment, help me live with my eyes wide open ‘cause I don’t wanna miss what You have for me.”

This song by Jeremy Camp struck me right in the heart. What have I been doing to my friends? How did I let myself get so captured by my social media appearance? King took up the next verse of the song.

“Oh, Lord, show me what matters. Throw away what I’m chasing after, ‘cause I don’t wanna miss what You have for me.” The two Tangos then sang together.

“Keep me in the moment… Oh keep me in the moment… Keep me in the moment…”

“‘Cause I don’t wanna miss what You have for me.” I finished, crying my eyes out. “Oh Tango family, what have I done? I abandoned my friends, my family, and for what?” The two Tangos flanked me and each one laid a hand on me.

“It’s easy to fall into the trap of YouTube fame.” Purple sympathized. “Or just anything this world offers, be it popularity, family, wealth, you name it.”

“But there is still time to make it right.” King assured me. I wiped tears from my eyes.

“But how? The guys would never forgive me.”

“I’m sure they will.” Purple replied. “If they could forgive me and Dad after all we did to you guys, I’m sure they would do it for you as well.”

“Shall we find out?” King asked. Looking up at him through tear-stained eyes… I nodded my head yes.

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Purple and King led me out of my room and toward the guys. My stomach was in knots, I wasn’t sure what to say or how to say it, but they promised me they would support me and be the mediators between me and the dudes. The two Tangos met up with the others first.

“Purple! King!” SC exclaimed. “I didn’t realize you were visiting.”

“When we got your message, we knew we had to do something.” Purple explained.

“Face-to-face. That’s the best form of communication, if possible.” King added.

“Well, we are electrified to lay eyes upon you two once more.” Yellow praised.

“Thanks.” Purple said. “We have someone who wants to talk to you.” He and King stepped to the side, revealing me to the dudes.

“Oh… It’s you…” Blue scoffed.

“What do you have to say to us, Green?” Red asked sternly.

“I… I’m sorry.” I sheepishly said. “I’ve treated you four like crap and I let myself get so caught up in my fame I didn’t consider any of you and your feelings. I stopped living for my family, I was only living for myself and my fans. I am not worthy of you guys, nor your forgiveness, and I understand if you want nothing to do with me. All I’ve done these last few months has been put you in danger because of me and my pathetic ego. From the bottom of my heart… I deeply apologize… and I beg, I BEG your forgiveness.”

I dropped to my knees, bawling my eyes out. I wasn’t trying to put on an act, I just have never felt so broken before. My heart was shattered like glass, I feared my friends were done with me, I feared I was too far gone. As I let the tears flow, I felt a hand on my shoulder… and then three more on my other shoulder and back. I looked up and to my surprise, the bros were above me, tears in their eyes.

“We forgive you, Green.” SC said gently.

“We all do.” Red confirmed.

“Though it might take time to trust you again.” Blue added.

“You accomplished some painful and hurtful afflictions upon us, but we’re willing to restart with you.” Yellow said.

I could do nothing but hug them, the tightest hug I’ve ever given them.

“Thank you, thank you all. I promise I will never let my ego get that out of control ever again.” I swore.

“And your social media accounts?” SC asked.

“I’m done with them. All of them. As soon as possible, I’m deleting them.”

“Actually, Green, I recommend you retain them.” Yellow advised. “If nothing else, retain your channel on YouTube.”

“And post one more video on it.” Red added.

“But… But why? What if fame traps me again?”

“That’s what we’re here for. To keep your ego in check.” Blue added.

“But you were saying one more video?” I asked.

“An apology video.” SC explained. “Your fans would love to see it, and we would as well.”

I looked at him through my tear-stained eyes, and nodded in agreement.

“Care to join me in it, dudes?” I asked.

“We’ll be in the background.” SC promised. “This is yours.”

The dudes, including the Tangos, followed me back to my room and I–without my sunglasses–fired up my phone and began recording one last video.

“What up Grasshoppers?” I proclaimed. “This will be the last video on my channel, and I just wanted to apologize to all of you, my fans… and my friends.” I turned around and let them in the shot. “I’ve been ignoring you, ditching you, I almost ruined our friendship because of my ego. I took you for granted, and I’m deeply sorry. I just hope you can accept my apology, and grant me forgiveness.” They all nodded, confirming this. I stepped to the other side, showing my fans the Tango clan. “And thank you to you, Purple and King, for helping me see the error of my ways. You stopped me from continuing down a path that would’ve led to destruction and decimation, to heartbreak and drowning in pain. I promise to you all, I’m not doing that ever again. As to my loyal fans, my Grasshoppers, I hope that my story can be a cautionary tale to anyone who chooses a career in social media. It can be extremely rewarding, but don’t let it get in the way of the things that truly matter, that being your friends and family, your life outside the screen. I hope all of you will not live for likes and comments, views and retweets, but live in the moment, and truly savor them. We all get one go-round on this Earth. It’s a beautiful life. Don’t waste it.

“This is Greenzilla, for the last time… Signing off.”

I stopped the recording and looked at the six sticks behind me. Red was bawling, Blue and Yellow were comforting him, SC was beaming with pride, and Purple was wiping tears from his eyes, King’s arm wrapped around him.

“You guys want to spar? Tangos? SC? Blue? Yellow? Red?” I asked.

Red looked up at me.

“Call me ‘Reddy Bear,’ big brother.” Red insisted. “I love you, dude.”

“I love you too… buddy.” I replied. “Let’s live. Let’s truly live.”

The seven of us headed downstairs and sparred for a while. I felt alive for the first time in a long time. My joy was back, my friends were back… I’m myself again…

And I’m so grateful for it.

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Home for a Hollow-Head: The Chosen One's Birthday One-Shot (The Chosen One)

I was up early after a short night of sleep on a frigid early November morning. It’s not easy living life on the streets, but I’ve grown used to it after a while. After all I’ve done to these people, with my younger brother, I deserve it I think. It’s why I do what I do: To repay the damage I’ve done in a past age. These poor people need a protector, and who better than me?

I’ve made a promise to myself that I would do anything for these people. With my powers, I am the superhero this town needs. I don’t do it for praise or adoration, I do it because I have to. It may not be what I was made for, but it is what I made myself to be. I think I’ve done a solid job of it, too, if I do say so myself, though not without help from my other younger brother and his friends. I owe them a lot… He’s a true hero. I only wish to be that powerful.

It started off as a normal day. I was making my rounds in the air around Stick City, scanning for any source of trouble. It was a quiet morning, my presence tends to keep criminals at bay, but the Stick City Police Department does a great job in their own right as well. After my first lap around town, I thought I heard a voice.

“Chosen!”

I looked down below me, but I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, just the normal flow of traffic and sticks heading to work. I heard it again.

“The Chosen One!”

It wasn’t coming from below. Rather, from behind. I turned and saw a distant orange dot growing closer. With my pyrokinesis, I flew closer, and to my surprise, it was my little brother.

“The Second Coming?” I asked, bewildered.

“Chosen!” The Second Coming gasped. As he got closer, I saw he was using wings. “I’m so glad I could find you!”

“Why? What’s going on?” I asked.

“You have to come with me!” The Second Coming insisted. “Something big has come up!”

I could hear a sort of desperation in his voice, so I followed him. He led me out of the city, which I found a little bit concerning considering there was a lot of construction downtown scheduled for today and people could get injured… or worse… but I figured even the smallest villages have sticks who might need help, even more so without a police force as big as the one here in Stick City. The Second Coming led me to a small, familiar village and we landed in front of a house.

“It’s in here!” He explained.

“Alright then.” I said tersely, lighting my hands on fire. “Whoever’s in there better watch out.”

I burst through the door and scanned the area. However, I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. What I found were balloons, gifts, and a cake on a table. Confused, I turned to my brother, who was behind me.

“Brother, what is this?”

“Turn around, Cho Bro.”

I did, and out popped The Second Coming’s friends: King, Purple, and a third, dark yellow one I didn’t recognize.

“Surprise!” They shouted.

“Wh- What’s going on?” I asked. “The Second Coming?”

“What do you think’s going on, buddy?” He replied cheerfully. “It’s a surprise birthday party!”

“For you!” Purple exclaimed.

“Come in, Chosen, come in!” King urged. “We got cake and ice cream!”

“It’s rocky road!” The dull yellow explained. “Your favorite! Along with devil’s food cake!”

“I… I don’t know what to say…” I said, in shock. “I can’t recall the last time I’ve celebrated my birthday.”

“All the more reason to celebrate it now.” The Second Coming insisted. “Come on, Cho Bro!”

“Gold, Purple, to the kitchen.” King ordered. “Time for our celebration!”

Purple and the dull yellow–Gold evidently–followed. I didn’t know how to react, or what to do, so I followed The Second Coming. He led me to the dining room table where a cake and ice cream were waiting for me. My mind could not comprehend this gesture from my brother and his friends.

“Take a seat, buddy.” Purple insisted. “Dad will cut the cake.”

“Hey hey, he has to make a wish and blow out the candles!” Gold insisted.

“I can light the candles for you, Cho.” The Second Coming offered.

“No no, I got this.” I insisted, blowing small flames onto the candles.

“WHOA!” Gold gasped. “You have superpowers?! You can breathe fire? You’re like a dragon!”

“Calm down, Goldy.” Purple insisted. “He has a lot of elemental powers.”

“Let him relax.” King ordered. “It’s his day, after all.”

“His birthday!” The Second Coming added, turning the lights off. “Let’s sing for him, guys!”

They sang Happy Birthday for me and I, without my fire breath, blew out the candles. It still felt weird, I didn’t know how to react, but I just tried to relax and enjoy my time. The Second Coming and his friends were greatly enjoying it, so I decided to try to do the same thing. King served us cake and ice cream and I had to admit, it tasted really good.

“Wow, King, did you bake that?” I asked.

“Blue helped with it, incorporating some secret ingredients.” King explained.

“It’s… really good. How did you know my favorite flavor?”

“How do you think?” The Second Coming asked. I looked at him.

“The Second Coming? You? You organized all this?”

“Yep. Alan told me all about you, your tastes and preferences, all that jazz.” The Second Coming explained. “And, Cho Bro, no need for full names around me. We’re friends, brothers, please… feel free to call me SC.”

“Are you sure? I want to be respectful.” I admitted.

“Positive, big brother.” He confirmed. “Besides, it’s easier to say and write.”

“OK… SC… Thanks for all of this. I can’t remember the last time anyone has done something like this for me.”

“Anything for my loved ones.” The Second Coming… well, SC… replied. “Let it be known that you’re still a hero. You stand up for what’s right and use your powers selflessly, and I strongly believe underneath that tough and jaded exterior is a heart of pure, 24-karat gold.”

“Thanks, SC, that means a lot to me.”

“Hey, SC, where are the others?” Gold asked.

“You remember? They’re organizing the… surprise…” SC answered. He was clearly being secretive, trying to hide something.

“Surprise?” I asked. “Oh jeez, what have you done now?”

“We got something planned for you, Chosen.” King explained.

“Let’s just say, you’re gonna love it.” Purple elaborated.

“Oh, Chosen, have you met Gold yet?” SC asked.

“No I haven’t, nice to meet you.”

“You as well.” Gold replied, shaking my hand. I suddenly remembered something.

“Gold? The same Gold that made headlines for getting lost in a Minecraft simulation?” I gasped. “How did you survive?”

“It’s a long story.” Gold explained. “What’s important now is you. This is your day, so hurry up and finish your ice cream before it melts! We got something big to show ya!”

Despite not being the biggest fan of surprises–having to suddenly and tragically fight my former best friend and younger brother ruined it for me–I decided to indulge. After I polished off the melting ice cream, SC, King, Purple, and Gold led me outside. They put on wings and took off into the air, so I followed with my flaming fists, wondering what they had planned.

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We flew back to Stick City, my home sweet home, and slowly approached downtown. Before we got too far, though, the others–my friends–stopped in front of me. I paused as well.

“Guys, go on ahead.” SC instructed. King, Purple, and Gold flew off. “Chosen, I hope you don’t mind, could we descend? This surprise of yours is big, like, literally, REALLY big, and I don’t want you seeing it until we get there.”

I was still confused, but I wanted to trust my younger brother. He wasn’t like Dark… He’s a hero, he wouldn’t backstab me.

“Sure, I guess.” I shrugged.

We lowered, the tall buildings blocking my peripheral vision as we hovered low above the streets. I got memories of being chased by the Mercs, but at least this time, I wasn’t being hunted. I didn’t think, at least. Who knows how many sticks have a beef with Alan? Hopefully none. As we progressed a few blocks, SC dropped to the sidewalk.

“Cho Bro, it’s around this corner.” He explained. “Ooooh, you’re gonna love it!!” He squealed like a little kid.

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous…” I confessed.

“Don’t be, Chosen, I promise, it’ll be awesome.” SC swore. “But first… This.” He pulled out a cloth from behind his back.

“A blindfold? You really want this to be a surprise.”

“Yep! I tell ya, you’ve never seen anything like this before!”

“OK…” I sighed worriedly. “But if anything out of the ordinary happens, I will not be afraid to burn through this with my laser vision.”

“Noted.” SC said. “Now hold still while I put this on you.”

I was still cautious, but I complied. He put the blindfold on me and led me around the corner, toward where my supposed “surprise” was. I wasn’t sure what to expect, what to think, what to say or do fully, but a few steps later, SC stopped us.

“OK, we’re here. You can take the blindfold off.”

I did as ordered, taking off the blindfold and opening my eyes. What stood before me took my breath away.

Instead of the block under construction, there stood a massive fortress made of bricks and stone–block-shaped bricks and stone–so large and grand it looked like a mansion, something only the most wealthy can afford to live in, not a stick like me, one who lives off the generosity of other, good-hearted sticks. In short, being a protector of a city has its downsides. But this… This was unlike anything I had ever seen before. I just stared in awe, open-mouthed and breathless.

When oxygen finally returned to my lungs, I looked at SC.

“H- H- How? You-? SC, I-” I stuttered, unable to find the words.

“Uh-oh, I fear we’ve broken him, guys.” SC noted. I didn’t notice it at first, but SC’s friends, Red, Yellow, Green, and Blue, joined him.

“SC, I’m speechless. Literally speechless.” I gasped.

“It’s all yours, Chosen.” SC gushed. “Happy birthday!”

“Happy birthday, Chosen!” Red, Yellow, Green, and Blue said in unison.

“Proceed after me, Chosen,” Yellow elaborated, “we shall provide you with the extravagant journey through the mansion.”

“I- I’d be honored…” I finally said, following him and the other four sticks through wooden double-doors. They led to a massive hallway leading to several rooms. One by one my friends showed me each of them.

“Here we have the training hall!” Red gushed. Inside was a variety of training tools: punching bags, moving targets, things of that nature. “It’s my edition to your palace. I know how much you have to fight, I thought it’d be good to have a way to train.”

“Thanks, Red, I appreciate it.” I said gratefully. Suddenly, I heard barking, and a black dog raced out of nowhere right toward Red. The dog began licking his face playfully.

“Awww! Who’s a good boy? You are! Yes you are!” Red gushed. “But meet your new master, buddy: Chosen!” Red gestured to me, and the dog gave me a puzzled look before quickly leaping upon me, almost knocking me over. “Sorry, Cho, he’s very excitable.” I stroked the dog’s fur, and he licked my face in response.

“I kinda like him. The total opposite of me.”

“How so, dude?” Green asked.

“He’s excitable, energetic, and he’s not afraid to meet new people.” The others chuckled.

“He’s yours, Chosen.” Red added. “Call it my gift to you.”

“Thanks, Red.”

“Continuing with the tour!” Yellow exclaimed. He led us into the next room: a gaming room. It was complete with everything, a pool table, a dartboard, a massive TV, and enough silver and black Las Vegas Raiders memorabilia to make a black hole look bright by comparison.

“This is my addition, dude.” Green explained. “I heard you like watching sports in your free time.”

“Not that I get much free time.” I shrugged. “The city needs me.”

“But if you do get free time, I thought it’d be great for you to relax and unwind. To chill, ya know?” Green explained. “And speaking of chill, I made some beats just for you.” He took out a disc and dropped it into a disc player of sorts. A soft rock song played over it. “It’s a Green original, dude. I worked hard on it.”

“My favorite genre…” I said. “Thank you, Green. I love this. And you remembered my favorite team, the Raiders.”

“Of course, dude. It’s my pleasure.”

“Shall we continue?” Yellow asked. I nodded yes, and he showed me the next room: The kitchen. I figured I knew who was behind this one, and sure enough, I was right.

“Chosen, welcome to a fully stocked kitchen!” Blue exclaimed. “I designed every bit of this, including shiny quartz countertops and all the best and fanciest appliances to possibly hone some cooking skills.”

“Very impressive, Blue. I love how it shines and sparkles.” I confessed. My new dog’s claws skidded on the slick floor. I couldn’t help but smile at him. “I might have to try my hand at cooking, I’ve never tried it, I’ll admit.”

“Good news! The cabinets have enough tupperware and cookbooks for any meal you need!” Blue added. “Many of them are very simple, but very delicious as well. You’ll love them. It’s about time you had a decent meal, wouldn’t you say?”

I wasn’t sure how to answer that. A part of me still felt guilty for what I’d done in a past age. But I didn’t want to spoil the mood. The others were all very eager to show me the rest of the mansion.

“I guess so, yeah.” I answered. “What’s next?”

“Follow me, companions!” Yellow ordered. He led us to a room that was half library, half technology. One side of the room was just nothing but books and shelves, comfy chairs and lights, the other side was some of the most incredible tech ever seen. VR headsets, tablets, computers, if it had a screen, or just the word “smart” in front of it, you can bet it was there.

“My two passions: Gaining information and tinkering with technology.” Yellow explained. “It is not only an exuberant form of relaxation, but also greatly enjoyable, playing games in Virtual Reality or arcade games on a StickPad.”

“Wow, Yellow.” I said. “Did you wire the electricity to this room?”

“That, and the entire mansion.” He answered. “Not to boast, but when it comes to anything Redstone, I am the stick you should call.”

“Good to know.” I answered. “I look forward to getting into this and trying some of these out.”

“It excites me to know that you are also eager to invest time in this room.” Yellow replied.

“SC… Did you have any input in this house?”

“Upstairs. Follow me.” SC said, gesturing to a flight of stairs. After learning of the downstairs bathroom, the others climbed the stairs, I more or less literally flew up them. Up there was another bathroom and a massive bedroom and guest room.

“Welcome to the perfect places to chill and hang out… And sleep.” SC said. “You will get some of the best nights of your life on these beds.”

“I might need them. Thanks, little brother.”

“You’re so, so welcome, big brother.” SC replied.

“Oooh, SC, the backyard!” Red squealed. “Show him the backyard!”

“It’s not complete without the backyard.” Blue agreed.

“What’s back there?” I wondered.

“You’ll see, dude.” Green said.

“Shall we return downstairs and we can enlighten you.” Yellow offered. I accepted and followed them downstairs through the back door. The others were out first, and I was right behind them, and what I saw in the bright November sun was Purple, Gold, and King… and behind them a great mass of sticks, among them I saw a blueish-gray Hollow-Head, like me, except they had feline ears and a tail, like a cat. They looked like they were going to explode with excitement upon seeing me, and they, along with everyone else, were here to celebrate me.

“Happy birthday, Chosen!” The sticks exclaimed, all at once. They cheered and celebrated, it was like we were at a sports event and I was the star player. It was amazing, it was shocking, it was incredible. I looked at SC, looked at my friends, dropped to my knees… and bawled my eyes out.

“Chosen!” SC gasped, crouching over me. “Oh my gosh I’ve made him cry…”

“No, no… SC you’re totally fine…” I explained through my tears. “I’m just… So grateful for all of this. I don’t deserve it after all I did to Stick City… To the Outernet and Internet alike…”

“Chosen, don’t say that, buddy…” Purple sympathized. “We all forgive you, right guys?” The crowd confirmed this with a loud, “YES!”

“And you don’t have to work for it any more.” King added. “You’re truly forgiven and deeply loved.”

“By all of us!” Gold gushed, hugging me. My friends lifted me up and hugged me as well. I hugged them back, still crying.

“Thank you guys,” I replied. “But… How did you all do this so quickly?” My friends released me.

“Let’s just say…” Yellow elaborated, “I know how to take Command.” He pulled out a staff that made blocks appear out of thin air. He did a few tricks with it, making a line of stone slither like a snake before making it vanish. He then made a podium for SC to stand on.”

“Everyone!” SC shouted. “I thank you all for coming out here to celebrate my dear brother, great friend, and true hero, The Chosen One!” The crowd applauded. “I’m sure it means a lot to him and I’m just happy I could do it for such a great guy!”

I joined him on the podium.

“May I say a few words, SC?” I asked.

“Of course, Chosen!” SC said immediately. He stepped to the side, and I stepped up.

“Citizens of Stick City… I thank you all for allowing me to live here, to be your protector, to atone for my past mistakes. I see how much I am loved, by my brother, by my friends, by the citizens whom I faithfully serve. I thank you all for that, it means so much to me I cannot put it into words. I thank my friends again for building this incredible palace for me. I promise I will use this gift wisely. I will be sure to give my all for you people, you guys mean the world to me. And SC, my friends…” SC and the others joined me. “Thank you all. I… I don’t know what to say.”

I hugged SC tightly, crying once again. The crowd applauded again and SC cried as well.

“You’re welcome, big bro.” He cried.

“Happy birthday, Chosen!” Yellow shouted. “Shall we celebrate with… Cake?”

“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!” Blue shouted. He swapped the block in his staff for a cake and out came dozens, if not hundreds of cakes. The crowd caught most of them, and I caught one as well. Devil’s food cake. My favorite.

“Hey, Chosen, I have to know… What are you going to name your new dog?” Red wondered. I looked at the bouncing black dog at my feet. I had to come up with a good name for him.

“How about… Third Coming? Just like SC, he makes my heart leap with joy every time I see him.”

“That’s sweet, dude.” Green said coolly. “That’s really sweet.”

“TC? Do you like that, boy?” I asked my puppy, bending down. He leapt up onto me again and licked my face happily. “Awww, I love you too, my dear TC.”

“Happy birthday, Chosen.” SC said. “I hope it was the best one yet.”

“It was, SC… Thanks to you.”

Yellow put his old block back and shot fireworks into the sky. I watched in awe, realizing once again that even a loner like me has friends in his corner.

And that’s sweeter than all the devil’s food cake in the world.

Vic's First Easter (Vic)

I woke up on a bright and sunny Saturday morning in April. It hadn’t even been a month since I made this new village my new home, and while the trauma of where I came from was still fresh in my mind, I was slowly becoming more and more acquainted with the routine of farm life. Spring planting was in full swing, and the village needed me and my animation tools to help speed up the process. I figured this Saturday wouldn’t be much different, so I ate a quick breakfast and left my home heading for the barn.

The barn is where our list of chores are. We all have our own lists of tasks to do around the village to make sure things are going smoothly. We’re a very tight-knit community. Well, the village is. Me personally, I’ve been a bit more hesitant to consider myself part of this community. After all I’ve been through, I’ve found it very hard to trust people, with one exception. The villagers seem to really like and appreciate me, but that’s just on the surface. I need to see more proof of this, it’s only been a few weeks since I crash-landed here, after all.

On my walk to the barn, I noticed something strange. Villagers were hanging pastel-colored streamers on their houses. Bright blues, pinks, yellows, and greens decorated the tiny town, and it confused me. Was it some kind of holiday? Someone’s birthday? A celebration of some sorts? I hadn’t heard one way or the other, but then again, I tended to keep myself secluded in my house whenever I finished with chores, unless she came by and convinced me otherwise.

‘Perhaps the chore list will have some answers for me.’ I reasoned.

I arrived at the list and read some of my chores to do: Open and set up folding tables and chairs, decorate with the provided streamers, fill and hide plastic eggs with candy… I couldn’t make heads or tails of it, until I heard my name behind me.

“Vic!”

I jumped in surprise, then turned around to meet a familiar and friendly face.

“Oi, Mitsi, don’t do that to me.” I sighed, clutching my heart. Whenever I hear my name from out of nowhere like that, I half-expect it to be the Animator coming for me to finish me off… again.

“Sorry.” Mitsi apologized. “Did you hear the news? The village is celebrating Easter tomorrow!”

“Easter?” I repeated. “I can’t recall ever celebrating Easter…”

“It’s a whole lot of fun!” Mitsi exclaimed. “I asked about it, we got all sorts of things, like an Easter Egg hunt for the kids, egg dying, even a massive Easter dinner for everyone here at the barn!”

“I’m not sure, Mitsi. Don’t we have more prevalent chores to do? Why waste time with needless celebrations?”

“C’mon, Vicky, it’ll be fun! Please?”

“Ohhhhh you know how to annoy me…” I teased. I hate it when she calls me “Vicky,” and she knows that well. She typically only calls me that whenever she’s trying to coax me into something, because being called “Vicky” is something I can’t let slide. “OK, OK, fine.” I relented. “Can we work together on some of these?”

“Of course, Vic! There’s no one else I’d rather work with.”

“I got my tools. Mitsi, you grab some streamers.” I instructed. “I’ll get started on making a ladder for us to use.”

“Got it.” She replied. “Oh, and Vic?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s it gonna take for you to call me ‘Mitz?’ Everyone else does.” I sighed.

“Fine, fine… ‘Mitz.’” I relented. “Let’s just get to work.”

The two of us got to work on decorating the village. I even was able to use my own tools to draw my own decorations, with Mitz’s help. We make a great team, and we proved that by working with each other throughout the day. It wasn’t a horrible day weatherwise, either. A bit brisk for early April, but not terrible. And after all I’ve been through, I can deal with a bit of chilly weather.

After a long day of doing our chores, we were finally finished. The whole place looked like an art book come to life with its bright pastel coloring. It seemed a lot brighter, but that may have just been the sunset playing tricks on my jet black eyes.

“Not bad, Mitz.” I said to her as we gazed at our work.

“Once again, Vic, we outdid ourselves.” Mitz replied, wrapping an arm around me. It felt a little weird, but I did feel a sense of pride finishing another hard day’s work.

“Sooooo… What was this all for?”

“For all of us, Vic.” Mitz answered. “And I’d be honored if you’d be willing to celebrate Easter with me tomorrow.”

“Me?” I repeated. She nodded yes.

“There’s no one else I’d rather be with.” She replied.

I had to admit, I felt the same thing about her. She’s been one of my few friends I’ve made since arriving here, she had willingly accepted me since I first met her, and she had been helping me come out of my shell a lot more.

“To be honest… There’s no one else I’d rather be with, either.” I answered. “Just be sure to expect the most random of questions from me.” She laughed.

“That’s my Vic.” She replied. We both shared a laugh. She has always been the only person to make me laugh, and in a dreary existence such as mine, one spent as a constant victim… it’s good to laugh, even more with friends. We spent the rest of the night stargazing on a cool patch of itchy grass before we headed to bed in our separate homes.

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I woke up the next day after a restless night of sleep. I had nightmares of being back in the Animation software where I was born, with the cursor, the Animator, tormenting me relentlessly in a variety of ways, each one getting worse than the last. It felt so real… mostly because it was. I wish I could say it was the first nightmare of these, but I’ve had these on-and-off since my escape. They’ve been less frequent since I met Mitsi and made my new home here, but even now, I sometimes see… that cursed arrow… and I constantly fear that he’ll find me and bring me back…

But I had to push those out of my mind. It was another day, Sunday, and I checked my calendar. April 8, 2007. “Easter Sunday,” it read in tiny text on the bottom of the April 8th square.

“Oh, yeah, Mitz wanted to celebrate with me.” I remembered from the night before. I was still confused as to what we were celebrating, or why, but I figured I’d find out later. Maybe Mitz had some answers. She probably did, she’s really smart.

I left the home and breathed in the brisk, April morning air. I gazed at the decorations Mitz and I put up the day before, and in the early morning sun, their pastel shades seemed to shine even brighter. That sense of accomplishment from the night before returned, few things give me more joy than that. I gazed at our handiwork for a moment before strolling into the village. It was quiet, a bit too quiet.

‘I wonder where everyone is.’ I thought. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long for an answer, as I soon saw Mitz running up to me.

“Vic! Good morning!” She exclaimed.

“Morning, Mitz.” I replied. “Where is everyone? It’s quiet.”

“I’d imagine they’re at the Easter service.”

“Easter service? Like a church thing?” I asked. I’m not into church.

“Yeah.” Mitz answered. “But I am glad I found you. I figure we can get a few more things set up before our celebration.”

“Sounds like a plan.” I replied.

We got a few more tasks done before a crowd of people poured out of the church. From there, the celebration started, and the first thing on the agenda was lunch. We all gathered around a long table for an outdoor lunch, heavy enough to fill us up but light enough to keep room for our massive dinner in the barn later. After we finished, we were told we had one more task to do:

Have fun.

Mitz was all for that, and she wanted me to join in. I had to oblige, if only for her, and the first thing she wanted to do was the Easter egg hunt in a large field nearby. She was quick to help young kids find eggs, while I tagged along. I’m not really one who likes kids… or adults, come to think of it… but Mitz is an exception.

“Mitz! Mitz!” A kid called.

“What’d you find, buddy?”

“I got an egg! And it’s green! That’s my favorite color!”

“Ooooh, how exciting, little buddy.” Mitz replied. “And guess what? Mr. Vic hid a special surprise inside.”

“Really?” His eyes shone with excitement. I smiled and nodded, yes, and he eagerly opened it, revealing a mini Stick-Kat bar. “Ooooh, Stick-Kats! Thank you, Mr. Vic!”

“No problem, buddy.” I replied. “Now, go find some more!”

“I will!” He squealed, taking off.

“I never knew you had a way with kids, Vic.” Mitz pointed out.

“I don’t, I just want them to do their own thing.” I shrugged. “You know me, Mitz.”

“Do I?” She wondered jokingly. We exchanged a look before she added, “Just teasing, Vic. C’mon, let’s have fun! We gotta get some chocolate before all these kids do!”

“Hm, maybe I can find a gray egg.” I wondered. “Gray is my favorite color.” Mitz laughed.

“If nothing else, Vic, we might be able to find some good chocolate.” Mitz replied. “Care to join me, Vicky?”

“Ohhhhh, Mitsi, I can’t let that slide.”

“Whoever finds more eggs wins!” Mitz called, taking off.

“I’m coming for ya, Mitz!”

We spent as long as we could looking for and gathering eggs into small plastic baskets. To be honest, it was a lot of fun, the most fun I’ve had in a long time, and it brought that sense of accomplishment without even having to do anything. I didn’t really know how to describe it, since at the time, I hadn’t felt it very often, but I guess it was… excitement, or joy. Something like that.

After all the eggs were found, Mitz and I met back up.

“Check it out, Vic! I got 13 eggs!” She exclaimed.

“A baker’s dozen, nice. I found 14.” I smirked. “Does that mean I win?” She laughed.

“Yep, good job, Vic. You get an extra piece of chocolate.”

“I’ll be sure to savor it.” She laughed.

Egg dying was next on the day’s slate, though I found a way to game the system with my animation tools. I drew circles and squeezed them to make egg shapes and used my dropper-paint can combo to color them in bright dye colors. I’m not really one for colors, but Mitz seemed to greatly enjoy them, as well as some of the kids, who were in awe of my animation tools. Mitz and I made a bunch of them in all different colors and handed them out to the kids. They really seemed to enjoy them, and that sense of… joy, I guess… returned.

As the sun began to set, we all assembled in the barn for a massive dinner. We all took seats, Mitz and I right next to each other, and the owner of the barn, a farmer, got all of our attention.

“Everyone, I want to thank you all for partaking in our annual celebration of Easter!” The farmer proclaimed. “We all have had a lot of fun, and it would not have been possible if not for our newest villagers: Mitz and Vic! Despite being so new, they put in some of the hardest work among all of us, especially Vic with his magic drawing tools. Mitsi, Vic, we want to thank you both for all the hard work you have provided since your arrivals. From helping the kids to making new Easter eggs, we owe you a lot, and our village has been made all the better because of you two.”

The village applauded for us, and to be honest, it felt surreal. Were they really appreciative… of me? I looked at Mitz, who wrapped an arm around me.

“They love you, Vic.” She said. “They’re so appreciative of you.” I smiled at her, not really knowing how to react… or even what ‘love’ is. I’ve read about it, thought about it, but I still struggled to comprehend the emotion. Regardless, I still felt… something inside of me. Maybe it was this… love… I wasn’t sure.

“They’re appreciative of us, Mitz.” I replied. “Thanks for talking me into this.”

“You’re welcome, Vicky.” I chuckled, slightly annoyed.

“Thank you all for your hard work in putting this together.” The farmer continued. “Now, it’s dinner time! Start making an orderly line at the buffet table. There’s enough delicious food for everyone, we’ve made sure of it.”

Mitz and I got in line, got our food, ate, and hung out with each other well into the night. It was probably one of, if not the best day I’ve ever had in my life, and… This bloke will be honest, if this is what Easter is all about, then I’m looking forward to celebrating it once again.

With my friend Mitsi by my side.

A Mother's Day Memorial (Purple)

I woke up the weekend of Mother’s Day, the sun streamed through my window and the birds were singing outside. And yet… I felt a dark cloud hanging over me and a hole growing in my heart. This weekend, this time of year, weighs heavy on me, and for anyone who doesn’t know why, it’s because my mom passed away. It’s been a few years since then, but even now, whenever the middle of May rolls around, I can’t stop thinking of her, and understandably so.

I gazed out my window for a moment and sighed deeply. I took a moment to reminisce about the times I spent with her. Those were fun, the few good times I had during my childhood living with Navy. Every day of my life I miss her, but today… for whatever reason all my negative emotions hit me like a ton of bricks. The remorse, the sorrow, the pain of losing her, it all stacked up against me today of all days.

But even despite that, I had to start my day. I sighed deeply and stepped out of my bedroom, where Dad was seated at the table sipping his coffee and Gold was with him, playing on his laptop.

“Morning, kiddo.” Dad greeted me.

“Hi, Dad. Goldy.” I replied distantly.

“You OK, Purple?” Dad asked worriedly. “You’re usually a lot more cheerful.” I sighed deeply and took a seat with them.

“It’s Mother’s Day weekend, Dad.” I replied. “I’m missing Mom… even more so than usual. My mind is spiraling and my stomach is in knots.”

“Awww, I’m sorry, kiddo.” Dad sympathized.

“Thanks, Dad.”

“Is there anything we can do?” Gold asked.

“I’m not sure… Mom’s gone and… and there’s nothing I can do about it.” I sighed, my eyes filling with tears. Dad put his coffee down, got up and wrapped me in a warm hug. Gold joined us, and to be honest, it kinda helped. I just let my emotions out at that moment and let myself cry into Dad’s loving arms.

“Let it out, my little Prince. Let it out.” Dad said gently. “You’re not alone. All of us are missing loved ones around this time.”

“Mama…” Gold said quietly and tearfully. Dad hugged both of us even tighter for a little while and gave us both soft kisses before we all separated.

“You kids shouldn’t be here, it brings back too many painful memories… Even for me.” Dad confessed, drying his eyes. “Why don’t you visit the Gang for a little while? It might do you some good, take your minds off of things.”

“What about you, Dad?” Gold asked.

“I got errands to run, things to do, but I will text you when I get back.” Dad answered. “I need to get away anyway. Being home isn’t good for my mental health, either.” Gold glanced at me.

“Shall we?” He asked. I sighed deeply.

“Dad’s right. I’ll get my wings.”

I grabbed my elytra and headed toward the trapdoor, but I paused when a thought hit me.

“Dad, are you gonna be OK?” I asked.

“I will be, I promise.” Dad answered. “Besides, I gotta go get some milk…” Gold and I both gave him a look. “And some other things at the store.”

“Oh my gosh, Dad, don’t do that to us.” Gold sighed, giving Dad a playful sock. Dad laughed.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it.” He snickered. “Oh, and kiddos?”

“Yeah?” We said in unison.

“I love you.”

“We love you too, Dad.”

Gold and I dropped down the ladder into the tunnel leading to the portal under our house. From there, we stepped through it, put our wings on, and flew to the Gang’s portal. While thoughts were still overflowing in my mind, I hoped that seeing the guys would be able to help. Knowing them, I figured they would be. They are my best friends, after all.

As we flew, Goldy spoke up.

“Hey, Purple?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you feeling OK?”

“No… No I’m not…” I admitted.

“Yeah, me neither.” Gold confessed. “I barely got a chance to meet my mom… I wish I could’ve. I wish I could have one day with her.”

“I’m sorry, Goldy.” I sympathized. “For your loss… if that makes sense.”

“I’m sorry for yours as well.” Gold replied. “Maybe we can help each other through it.”

“We definitely can.” I said, cracking a small smile. “I know the guys will help.”

“Red will probably turn himself into a puppy and become a therapy dog.” I laughed.

“No way! He’ll be my little kitten with the softest fur ever.” I retaliated playfully.

“Ohhhh, no, doggos are much more therapeutic. Plus, they don’t hiss and scratch you.”

“They’re excitable, a bit too much so. Give me a cool, calm, and collected cat any day of the week.” I countered. Gold laughed.

“You can’t beat the excitement and affection of a dog.”

“You can’t beat the softness of a kitten’s purr. Plus, you can’t spell ‘Purple’ without the ‘Purr.’”

“OK, ‘Purr-ple,’” Gold teased, rolling the R in my name, “maybe the guys can settle this debate. We’re here!”

“Oh, it’ll be good to see them again.” I sighed. We both promptly landed, put our wings away and stepped through the doorway matching my color, soon appearing on the other side, the friendly confines of the Gang’s PC.

“Anyone home?” Gold called. Thankfully, the guys were. It looked like we had caught them in the middle of breakfast.

“Tango kids!” They all exclaimed in unison. Gold and I descended down a flight of stairs from the portal to the taskbar, meeting back up with them. Red was quick to hug us both.

“It’s good to see you two!” Red gushed.

“We’re happy to see you too, Reddy Bear.” I said.

“I didn’t realize you two were coming to visit.” SC confessed. “Otherwise, we could’ve had breakfast together.”

“It was a bit spontaneous.” Gold elaborated. “We wanted to visit because… Well, we need some comforting right about now.”

“Día de las Madres, Mother’s Day?” Yellow guessed. I nodded yes.

“Oh, Purple…” Green sympathized. “How are you feeling, buddy?”

“‘Buddy?’ That’s rare for you, Green.” I pointed out.

“I only whip it out when my friends need help,” Green explained, “especially someone like you two, Tango kids.”

“I’m feeling better, seeing my friends again.” Gold sighed. I had to agree.

“But the hurt still lingers.” I admitted.

“Awwww…” Blue sympathized. “Do you two want some comfort food? I can make you a delicious breakfast if you haven’t eaten, or perhaps some homemade ice cream.”

“Maybe my uplifting playlist.” Green suggested. “I know how much you love music, Purple.”

“Poofy pets?” Red asked. “Adorable wittle puppies and kittens have a way of cheering anyone up.”

“I am highly skeptical that you would desire to run statistics or assemble a spreadsheet…” Yellow sighed. “But maybe a competition of strategy, like the Game of Kings?”

“Speaking of kings, where’s your dad?” SC asked.

“He’s running some errands.” Gold answered. “He thought it’d be good for Purple and me to visit you guys, get away from home and all that.”

“He’s kinda right. Seeing you all, especially you Green and Red, you guys always brighten my day.” I said. I could then hear and feel my stomach rumble. I hadn’t had breakfast yet. “Ya know, Blue, I’d like to take you up on your offer. Maybe some of your fantastic cooking would do me some good.”

“Do us some good.” Gold clarified. “I haven’t eaten either, come to think of it.”

“Only the best for my friends.” Blue promised, putting a chef’s hat on. “There’s nothing like a home-cooked meal to lift one’s mood. What’s your favorite breakfast?” Gold and I looked at each other. One of the few things we can agree on is breakfast foods.

“French toast sticks.” I answered.

“Smothered in syrup!” Gold squealed. “But no Netherwart, please.”

“More for me.” Blue shrugged. “I’ll get that done in a flash!” Blue then disappeared to make us our breakfast, leaving just the six of us behind.

“How are you two feeling?” SC asked.

“It’s a lot.” I admitted. “It’s hard, even now.”

“For all of us.” Gold continued. “Purple and I lost parents, Dad lost his wife… It’s hard to be a Tango around this time.”

“If you desire my advice,” Yellow began, “whenever I get spells of melancholiness, I find journaling my emotions beneficial to my mental health. For me personally, it helps remove the stress from my chest onto a page, at least partially.”

“Fluffy pets always lighten my mood.” Red piped up. “The feeling of fur on my fingers calms me down and lifts me up.”

“I like soft, uplifting vibes from a chill song.” Green suggested. “I love getting swept away in those chill beats, bro.”

“Relaxing, drawing, talking with my family, that helps me when I’m feeling down.” SC advised. “But obviously, everyone’s different. Find what works for you, Tango kids. You know that we’ll be supporting you every step of the way.”

“Thank you all.” I said gratefully. “We appreciate it.”

“We’ll have to write those down.” Gold figured. “It’s a fair bit and my memory is nowhere near as good as yours, Yellow.”

“I’m more than willing to jot our techniques down for you both.” Yellow said. “But like my elder brother said, whatever succeeds for you, locate and use it.”

I smiled at him, and then heard Blue calling for us.

“Breakfast is done! Homemade French toast and syrupy goodness, made special for the Tango kids.” Gold and I looked at each other.

“Let’s eat!” He said to me.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Goldy and I headed over and enjoyed some of Blue’s delicious cooking. It may not be Dad’s signature style, but it was still amazing, and the homemade syrup was especially sweet. We got our fill of Blue’s amazing cooking, and to be honest, it did help a lot, but it didn’t completely clear the dark clouds over my head.

“Thank you, Blue, it was amazing.” I complimented.

“Only the best for my friends.” Blue promised. “Did it help?”

“Yeah, it did. Thank you.” Gold answered. “But… There was something in particular I was hoping we could do while we’re here.”

“What’s that, Goldy?” SC asked.

“Could we take Red up on his offer and play with some puppos?” Gold asked. Red’s face brightened.

“I thought you’d never ask!” He squealed, whipping out several spawn eggs and placing several on the ground. From them bounced excitable puppies and casual kittens. Red hopped around excitedly, giggling like a little kid, and we all picked out our preferred pets.

“Hey guys, maybe you can help settle an argument between us: The classic ‘cats vs. dogs’ debate.” I reasoned. “I love cats, and Goldy loves dogs. Which do you guys prefer?”

One by one the guys gave their votes, with SC and Blue choosing dogs and Yellow and Green opting for cats, leaving the total tally tied at three apiece, including mine and Gold’s. Red was the only one left.

“Red, what do you prefer?” I asked. Red looked at me, a strange look on his face.

“Don’t make me choose, because I literally couldn’t.” Red said as he sat down and pet a small kitten. “Not metaphorically or rhetorically or poetically or theoretically or in any other fancy way. I can’t. Straight up.”

“Too close to call?” Gold guessed.

“I can’t choose between my two favorite animals! They’re so CUTE and there are so many things I love about them!” Red cried. “For cats, I love how they curl up on my lap and purr softly, and then I can stroke their fur and they look up at me with their giant adorable eyes…”

“I can see that.” I observed, gesturing at the kitten in Red’s lap. It leapt off of him and onto me, and I snuggled up with it. “Awww, you’re cute.”

“And puppy dogs, I just adore their energy, their unconditional love, their widdle tails wagging, the way their tiny tongues tickle me…”

As if on cue, a dog leapt onto the seated Red, almost knocking him onto his back, and began licking his face. Red began snickering, which grew into laughing.

“Like this!” Red gasped between his giggles. Gold and I couldn’t help but smile from hearing his laughter. “Down boy, ha ha ha, that tickles!”

“He’s such a goofball.” Gold snickered. I laughed as well.

“And we all love him for it.” I agreed.

Even though we couldn’t come to a definitive answer which is better, we still had a great time with Red’s cats and dogs, petting them, playing with them, stroking their soft fur… I must admit, Red was right. Petting their fur calmed my frazzled mind a lot, but it was also good to laugh a bit. The longer I was there, with my closest friends, the more those dark clouds over my head disappeared, and even though they still lingered, I could feel a proverbial sun shining down on me, breaking through those storm clouds.

As I stroked a cat’s fur, Green sat down next to me, a kitten in his own arms.

“Is this helping, buddy?” Green asked, singing a few soft notes. I smiled at him.

“It is, immensely so.” I confirmed.

“Reddy Bear has a way of cheering all of us up.” Green chuckled.

“He sure does,” I agreed, “just like you.”

Green smiled, hiding his face, but I could see the traces of reddish-green appearing on his face. I giggled at him and pointed it out to Goldy, who snickered as well. Green’s a great friend, definitely my bestie, and even though I love Red, I owe my life to Green.

“How are you two feeling?” SC asked, coming up to us Tangos out of nowhere, seating himself in front of us, and catching us both a bit off-guard. When we regained our composure, Gold was quick to speak up.

“Much better now, thanks to you guys.” He answered. I nodded in agreement. SC smiled, his bright green eyes gentle and kind.

“Nothing warms my heart more than seeing my family well and good.” He said, wiping tears from his eyes.

“I just hope my family is…” I said distantly. I was thinking of Dad. He was off running errands, which could mean literally anything. What concerned me though he was off doing it by himself. Where was his support? Was he even getting support? I hoped so… ‘He’s fine.’ I told myself. ‘He’ll be OK…’

Thankfully, I got confirmation of this when I heard a notification on my phone. Dad texted in our group chat, saying he was home and he had a “special surprise” for us Tango kids. I showed it to Gold, who gave me an intrigued look.

“What’s that, Purple?” SC asked.

“Dad has a surprise for us.” I answered, sighing deeply. “As much as I don’t want to leave, we probably should head home.”

“Awwww!” Red whined. “Don’t leave! Please!”

“They have to leave eventually, Reddy Bear.” Blue said comfortingly. Red sighed deeply, and we all got up on our feet.

“Can I get a good-bye hug?” He asked.

“Of course, Reddy Bear.” Gold confirmed. He and I were suddenly wrapped in a snuggly hug from all five members of the Gang before we released.

“One additional object, young Tangos.” Yellow said, pulling out a couple of books for us, one purple, one yellow, just like us. We each took our color-coded books and I examined mine. “Purple’s journal,” it read on the front cover. “In case those melancholy spells return, feel free to jot them down here. Even if they don’t, let this be a reminder of the Lord’s many blessings He has showered upon all of us.”

“Thanks, Yellow. That means a lot.” I said gratefully. Gold nodded in agreement.

“Bye guys!” He called as he put his wings on.

“Bye!” They called back, waving good-bye.

We stepped through the portal and flew home after an amazing time spent with the guys. It really lifted my spirits, and even Gold was closer to his lively, energetic self. I was especially grateful for the guys’ advice, and I was actually eager to use the journal Yellow gave me. Perhaps he was right, maybe journaling would help, while listening to my playlist, like Green does. I definitely needed to do some experimenting when we got home, which was…

“Here we are.” Gold said. “Home sweet home.”

His voice snapped me back to reality. The two of us were rather quiet on the flight back, I was too tangled in my thoughts to talk much, and maybe Gold was the same, I don’t know.

“I wonder what Dad has planned for us.” I said.

“Knowing him, it’s something sweet.” Gold answered. “You know how much he loves us.”

Gold was right. We stepped through the portal together and climbed the ladder, Gold first and then me. To our surprise, Dad was nowhere to be seen.

“Dad?” I called.

“Back door, Purple!” Dad shouted back. We followed his voice and met Dad in front of the back door. “Welcome back, kiddos.”

“What’s going on, Dad?” Gold asked.

“It’s in the backyard. You two are gonna love it!” Dad exclaimed. “I know I do…”

“Well, what are we waiting for?” Gold asked me. Dad stepped aside, allowing me and Gold to step out the back door. What met my eyes was something I never would’ve expected.

There, in the yard, was a vibrant, beautiful garden, flowers in a variety of pink and yellow shades, but none stood out to me more than the pink cherry sapling that stood front and center in the middle of it. Surrounding it was a whole garden of flowers, both from Minecraft and the Outernet alike, including a multitude of pinks… just like Mom, and yellows, just like Gold’s mom’s name. Gold and I looked back at Dad in stunned silence.

“Dad, I… Wow…” I squeaked. “I don’t have the words.”

“It’s beautiful.” Gold agreed. “How did you do all this?”

“Well… I had some help.” Dad answered. “Come on out, guys!” He called to the side of the house. I was confused, but then three familiar faces emerged. It was the Wall family: The dad, Brick, the mom, Lilac, and their daughter–my girlfriend–Magenta.

“Maggie?” I gasped. I never would’ve expected to see her.

“Hi, Purple.”

“Magenta!” I ran up to her and hugged her tightly. It was real, my beloved Maggie was back home… and I could not be more excited to see her. I could feel the tears streaming down my face, tears of joy seeing my sweetheart in the flesh again. We soon released. “I can’t believe you’re here! You’re home!”

“I came home to celebrate Mother’s Day with Mom.” Maggie explained. “But when your dad came and told us about his plan for you, we knew we had to help.”

I felt myself blush so hard I feared I would turn Maggie’s bright shade of pink. Gold and Dad walked up behind me.

“Dad, I- I don’t know what to say.” I gasped. “You did this?”

“I told you, I had errands to run.” Dad smirked. “But yes. We all needed uplifting, and who better than some close friends to help? The Gang in your case, the Wall family in mine.”

“Thanks, Dad.” Gold replied tearfully. Maggie’s mom, Lilac, walked up to us Tangos.

“We’re so, so sorry to have heard what happened to you.” Lilac sympathized. “I can only imagine how hard this must be for you, losing parents at such a young age, and you losing your wife, King.”

“Thanks, Lilac.” Dad replied. “That means a lot.”

“We’ll be keeping you all in prayer.” Brick added. “If you ever need support, we’ll be there however we can.”

“Thank you. Thank you all.” I cried.

“Anything for you, Purple.” Brick said. “Just so long as you treat my little girl right.” Maggie started to blush an even hotter pink.

“Daaaad…” Maggie moaned, embarrassed. “Trust me, there’s no sweeter guy on Earth than my beloved Prince.”

“And there’s no sweeter girl than my Princess.” I said.

“I’m glad to hear that, because there’s no other guy I’d rather have my girl be with.” Brick added.

“Thanks, Brick.” I replied. I then glanced back at the flowery memorial. “Thanks, Mom, for showing me the right path… I miss you a lot… but you will live on in my heart.”

Maggie gave me a warm hug, and I hugged her back.

“Mom, my dear Prince needs an embrace only a mom can give.” She said.

“I’d… Like that a lot.” I admitted. Even Gold agreed.

“I may not be your mom, boys, but I still love you both.” Lilac said sweetly. We boys were wrapped in a warm hug, first by Lilac, and then by Dad and Brick. After we released, I let the tears flow from my eyes.

“Thanks, guys. It’s such a great reminder to see how much we’re loved.” I cried.

“Perfectly loved, Purple.” Lilac added. “Never been a moment that we were not perfectly loved.”

“Ooooh, I love that song!” Maggie gushed. “Oh, speaking of which, I got something for you, Purple. For the whole Tango family, come to think of it.”

“Oh? Is it a Magenta Original?” I guessed.

“You know me well.” Maggie answered, blushing. She pulled out her gift and sure enough, I was right, it was a handmade drawing of hers. She handed it to me and we Tangos got a good look at it: It was a flowery field under a setting sun–she loves sunsets and their bright shades of red, orange, and yellow–and in the field was me… and my mom sharing an embrace. Nearby was Dad and Gold embracing Neon, Gold’s mom and Dad’s wife, bright blue tears of joy staining all of our faces. Above and below the scene were song lyrics reading, “I’ll always love you, I’ll never stop, I’ll always be there, even when I’m not.” It brought tears to my eyes, and I think it did for the other members of my family as well.

“I see Red’s taste in movies has rubbed off on you, Maggie.” Gold pointed out.

“Can you blame me? It’s so bright and colorful, but also so, so sweet!” Maggie gushed.

“It’s… really cute. Thanks.” Gold said. “It’s Mom… and me…”

“It’s lovely, Magenta.” Dad praised, wiping tears from his eyes.

“I… I’m in awe.” I squeaked. “Maggie, h- how did you do this?”

“Years of practice, growing passion… and an unending love for art and for you.” She answered.

All I could do was hand the picture to Dad and wrap Maggie in a tight hug, tears flowing down my face. It was a picture of me and Mom, drawn by my sweetheart, and it broke my heart in the sweetest of ways. When we released, I could see Lilac’s eyes filling with tears and Brick beaming with pride for his daughter.

“Somehow, someway, Maggie… I’ll make an art piece for you, something worthy of you.” I promised.

“Just seeing you happy is enough for me.”

I smiled at her, and then looked back at Dad.

“Thanks Dad… For everything. It means the world to me, and I know Mom is up there, showering her love upon me.”

“Both our moms are up there, Purple.” Gold agreed. “I love you, Mom…”

“You’ll live on forever, Neon, in our hearts.” Dad said distantly. “Thank you, Wall family, for helping me put this together.”

“It’s our pleasure, King.” Lilac replied. “Anything for our loved ones.”

“Any excuse to plant a garden with Mom, I’m in for.” Maggie said playfully. “Making someone else’s day in the process is just icing on the cake.”

“We’ll be there however we can, Tango family.” Brick promised.

“And now it’s my turn to return the favor.” Dad said. “Is anyone hungry? I can make us lunch, something special for both of our families. I know working in this heat has worked up an appetite for me.”

We all agreed, but before we went inside for some of Dad’s delicious cooking, we all paused at the garden memorial for a moment longer. I miss my mom immensely, I’d imagine Gold feels the same about his mom, but we will never forget them.

Loved ones never truly die. They live on forever in our hearts.

THE END