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Healing [REWRITE]

Chapter 2: Conflicting emotions

Summary:

Chosen and Victim have a chat

AKA
Victim and Chosen are very awkward around one another. What else can you do when someone who tortured you is inside of your house.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Chosen stares at the gray figure. He can still feel the lasso, whipping him, tying around his neck as he struggles against it. Being restrained. He- He takes a deep breath and waits for the other to speak, only for there to be a very awkward silence over the duo. Chosen fiddles with a long, messily done ribbon in his hair, a dark red one. Smiling face. Dark offering him the ribbon. Chosen still doesn't understand why and how Dark managed to make it look so easy to put one in hair. Victim seems to press against the table he was leaning against. The air is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Chosen coughs awkwardly, causing Victim to flinch and seemingly try to merge with the wall.

"Uh... hello there, Victim." Chosen almost grimaces over how passive-aggressive his tone sounds. He almost apologizes, but the words refuse to leave his mouth. Victim stares at the ground and seems to curl into himself, hugging his knees close to his chest. He looks, oddly enough, different than the last time he saw him. Instead of a chest long braided hair, he has a short and choppy hair. Curly. Just like Chosen's. Chosen takes a deep breath and sits next to the gray hollowhead, who proceeds to flinch away from him.

 

"I.. You got a new haircut..."

Victim mutters something in response to his statement. Chosen wants to die from this interaction already- he'd honestly rather go to Alan and beg him to let Chosen destroy his pop-up ads, instead of being here and having this conversation. Chosen takes a deep breath, trying to think about anything to say to someone who- rope around him. Around his ankle. The figure in front of him switching between the cursor and the figure themself. Fighting- only to fail.  He subconsciously grips the ankle the chain and ball was attached to years ago... yet he still feels as if it's there. 

 

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Chosen sighs and looks at Victim's huddled over state, he looks downright pitiful.

 

"I don't hate you, but I don't forgive you either." The words leave his mouth before he can even think. Victim raises his head and stares at Chosen in shock. 

"W- what..? You don't- don't hate me? How? Why?"

His voice cracks and he looks down again. Chosen shrugs and looks away from Victim.

"I'm done being angry, I guess. It has never brought me anything good... But I can't forgive you. You hurt me, bad. I... don't want to hold a grudge. I'm done with hate." The words feel strange, yet right to Chosen. He doesn't know how to put it.

Victim stares at the ground and mutters something to himself, not that Chosen really cares about the other's thoughts. He has his own problems with... everything. He grips onto the red ribbon that keeps his hair bound. He fiddles with the ends of it and tugs his hair slightly, he doesn't want to think about what he's asking from the others.

 

Flying to the crater. Only to find nothing at all. His best friend, his little brother, wasn't there. He ran around the entire stupid gravesite crater, only to not see even a tiny bit of the red hollowhead. Did his little brother blow up in pieces? Did he manage to escape? Chosen wasn't sure. He just sat down and cried.

 

Chosen shakes the memory away, not wanting to dwell too much in it. All he needs is a way out of the trouble he is in, but last time he did that.. well... stuff happened to say the least. Chosen sighs and looks back at Victim, who is still muttering to himself about something.

"I.. Uh- may or may not have gotten in trouble with... someone- I don't know who they are but... but they ambushed me at some- some point and I escaped with a stab wound... I'm pretty sure that there are thousands of stick figures who are angry at me for destroying their homes... and lives."

Chosen grits his teeth as the words leave his mouth- GREAT! He went ahead and told what he should have told everyone to a single individual! Good job Chosen! 

"Oh.. uh I... don't know what to say to be honest. I'm sorry that happened to you..? Is happening to you?"

Victim sounds equally as awkward as Chosen feels, glad to know he isn't alone on that regard. Chosen sighs and gets up, holding out a hand to the other.

 

"Don't mention it. I have to tell the others about that.

"... Alright... The Chosen One..."

"Never call me that again- Just Chosen is fine."

 

 

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Chosen stares at everyone in the room, this feels horrible. He doesn't want to say everything out loud in front of everyone. But he has to, he needs help.

"Uh.. So... You all may be wondering why I asked you here-"

The words just sound so wrong and forced to Chosen, his chest feels tight and he finds his feet unable to move, he looks down- oh.. his feet are frozen to the ground. He kicks his feet free and takes a deep breath, why won't his lungs work properly? He hears someone yawning.

 

"I ah- may be in.. some trouble-"

"So you're going to endanger all of us again?!"

Green interrupts him, the other figures, apart from Victim, just stare at Chosen in shock. Green looks pissed.. which is understandable, considering the last time Chosen went to them for help.

"No- I just-"

"You just what?! You want Sec to help you get rid of whoever's after you? Get him kidnapped by a psychopath, and then probably traumatize him for life? And then to top it all off- he'll have to just- just live with all that happened as if it never did?! Uh... Errr- no- no offense... Victim-"

Green looks at the gray hollowhead with an apologetic expression, said gray hollowhead seems to want the ground to swallow him. Chosen almost feels pity for the guy, he looks ashamed.

"I- It's- it's fine-"

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Second stares at Chosen in shock, clearly thinking about, well... everything that happened last time. Chosen almost wants to apologize for asking for help from the colorful figures, but it's getting very hard as Green keeps half-yelling at him.

"All you ever do is get us in trouble! Sure you helped us once, but- but that doesn't mean that you get to endanger us! We don't want to get into your stupid mess again!"

Chosen flinches away from Green, he doesn't know what to do. Should he just ask them to leave? Should he beg for help? Should he-

"I think we should help him."

Everyone stares at Second, who appears slightly nervous. Chosen feels an odd sense of both relief and guilt.

 

"I know what happened last time but- but I... I want to help him."

"He got you abducted by a psychopath! He got you trapped in a cage for weeks! Sec- I don't-"

"Green. Please. I... Just can you please let me help him...?"

 

Chosen stares at the duo, not entirely sure as to how to feel about the fact that Second wants to help him.

 

"What is this trouble you speak of..?"

Yellow's voice pierces the room, she stares at Chosen with hesitance, as if afraid of what will happen if they get included in Chosen's mess again.. Not that Chosen can blame her, she was forced to bring Alan to the Outernet... Chosen doesn't want to know whether Victim tortured her too or if he was nicer to her.

 

"I... I seem to be targeted by someone, or some individuals- not sure yet.. someone did ambush me and stabbed me a few days ago. They had wings and wore a hood... that's all I know about them for now."

"Hmm... I see.. Sec? Do you still stand by your choice to help him?"

Yellow looks at her friend, who looks at his hands for a second before nodding. Green stares at Second in just fear, Second grabs the other's hand and smiles..

 

"Well... at least I'm not alone in my own mess... now that I think about it, I feel selfish for wanting help."

Chosen stares at the other figures, Red yawns and curls on the floor, Blue laughs at him. Victim seems to be trying to become one with the chair with how stiff he is. Second and Green are whispering to one another about something. 

 

"So... what's the plan?"

All eyes are on Yellow again, who looks around nervously.

 

Notes:

I wonder who's after Chosen

 

I will not do so many POV's per chapter this time. I think that's what made the old version feel messier.
Unless stuff is happening at the same time, or I require a change of perspection to something.
Any guesses with who is the one/ who are the ones talking in morse code?
ANYWAYS
I am cooked

AAAAAAAA The Influencer Arc's end killed me- Green hugging the file made me feel emotions. Just the entire end makes me want to cry. Him posting the discarded videos- the fight- everything! I loved it!