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The Absolute Free Mind Of An Ex-Terrorist

Chapter 3: One Step Foreword. 2 Steps Back

Summary:

Alot of present day.

some arguments.

some hugs.

and nicknames.

Notes:

im SO SORRY if the color gang crew are ooc, I have trouble keeping track of a bunch of characters and I don't have a beta reader. yellow espescially... for some reason

 

speaking OF. writting this felt rushed for some reason? so if it feels rushed reading it, i dont know what happened.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

They land somewhere on top of the gray building. Chosen yanks his hands from Darks, taking a moment to breathe. No longer able to handle the high speeds of flying. 

 

Dark stands with his hands on his hips, “So do we actually have a plan here, or are we going in guns blazing because I think you know what I vote for?” 

 

Chosen glares at him for a moment. “No. We’re going to…” he looks around the roof of the building, walking over to a large flat part of it. “I’m pretty sure this should be around where I was… held..” he nods to himself, “I was paused but.. I think his yellow friend was there too?”

 

Dark growls, “Chosen! I don’t know if you remember, but YOU can’t fly. I appreciate the compliment to my strength, but I’m not flying you, that orange kid, and a yellow kid out of here!”

 

“Stop.. yelling.”

 

“Fine.”

 

They’re both silent, not really knowing how to continue, before Dark speaks up. 

 

“Okay, so- we go in, break those two out, and run for an exit?” to which Chosen nods.

 

“Okay, uh. You realize that they aren’t gonna be as uh” he waves his hands in Chosen’s direction “as excited to see me as you were”

 

Chosen squints his eyes, “and?”

 

Dark smacks his lips. “Nothing. Just preparing you, what do you want me to do?” he’s not getting anywhere with Chosen while he has his mind set on something. He just needs to get this done, and then they can talk. Go back to normal. Oh, he could even do a chore.

 

Chosen taps his foot to the floor beneath him. “We go in here.”

 

Dark nods, gesturing The Chosen One to get out of the way before smirking. If Cho wasn’t going to ask about his new look, then he’d bring it to the front of view.

 

Dark snaps right arm to the side, letting the dark energy infused into him pour out and take shape into a virablade. Slamming it beneath him, letting the ground beneath his feet liquify into dark energy, and he falls, slamming to the floor, directly in front of a blue door. The remnants of where he fell through the ceiling pooled back into his viraband and flowed into his skin once more. 

 

Dark smirks. The venta black color extended past his elbows now. 

 

“THUD”

 

He turns around as Chosen hisses in pain

 

“There's no way that fall actually hurt you,” he says, looking up at it.

 

“I don't have my POWERS Dark…” he hisses a whisper through his teeth. 

 

“There's no way that's the limit for a normal stick!” It wasn’t even that far! They’ve both fallen  100 times that distance! Being a normal stick is ass. 

 

“Shhh!” Chosen puts a finger to his own lips 

 

“Am I yelling??” he squints, he’s just talking.

 

“You're always. Yelling.”

 

Dark rolls his eyes, waving his arm to the door behind him. “Come on, your children are in danger, remember.”

 

Chosen looks to the side. Wincing as he takes a step, but otherwise pushes through and opens the door. Peeking in. 

 

“The Yellow stick is in there, and Second must be in one of those little chambers..” He walks fully in. 

 

Dark follows in, looking around in the room. There indeed is that yellow stick.. His only relevant memory is him holding the stick in a chokehold in the air. 

 

His arms twitch.

 

“Dark..”

 

“Hm?” he looks back at Chosen. Who is staring at the white box, where Dark was just looking at?

 

He looks back. 

 

The yellow stick figure in the chair was staring at him, turning his neck as far as he could to see him. With wide eyes. Glasses askew, as he’s stationed in his chair. And for whatever reason, Dark can only think that, damn it must hurt his neck.

 

“Dark!”

 

“WHAT!” he snaps his head to the other 

 

Chosen look at him questioningly before asking, “Can you just-” he sighs, exhausted for some reason, “Can you free him? From the computer?” he points behind him to the giant fucking console. Oh my god, that is so cool.

 

“Holy shit- yeah, probably let me just gush over how awesome this is-”

 

“Dark, can you PLEASE-”

 

“Ughhhh.” Dark rolls his eyes and sulks over to the console. “Can you at least barricade yourself between us? I'm not gonna help if he punches me- I'm serious”

 

Chosen nods, walking up to the white box and talking to the stick. 

 

Dark stares at the console for a moment. He just wants to ogle the hell out of this machinery. He needs one for home. 

 

He shakes his head before typing on the computer. There's no password for whatever reason, leading to just the controls for the box. 

 

~{StickFigureYellow.exe   Alan Becker   00   19,500 K   Fighting Stick Figure On Hold}~

 

Hm, creative name... Fighting stick figure.. That would explain how they knew how to fight so well. Not as well as him, of course, but still…

 

Looking up to the other sticks in the room, Chosen is talking to Yellow about something or other. And he hums. Why did this corporation need them anyway? 

 

Add that to the list of things to talk about. 

 

He changes the ~{On Hold}~ to ~{On Release}~ and the circular object holding his hands together pops, and the yellow stick figure leaps up from the chair, running out of the clear white box. 

 

And finally, he lays a glare at Dark. 

 

“I’m told I shouldn't punch you.” Yellow spits out. 

 

Dark smirks. “You can. But the second you do, I stop helping.”

 

Yellow looks him up and down, “Why ARE you helping?” he crosses his arms.

 

Dark chuckles, clasping his hands together and holding them to his cheek, “Oh, I am just HEAD over HEELS in love with The Chosen One, I just HAVE to help,” he sighs in a loving way

 

The bit was worth it as Yellow blanches, looking Dark up and down, then looking back at Chosen. 

 

And Chosen. That was the best part. He pales in the face and clenches his fists before looking back at Yellow, “ignore him. He… he owes me.”

 

Yellow gulps. He doesn't have some ulterior evil motive?”

 

Chosen shrugs, “not one-hundred percent but.. I’ll be here to help, just in case.”

 

Dark hums looking back at the console. 

 

Chamber2.LockDownActive Holding ~{TheSecondComing.exe   Alan Becker   00   3,012 K   The Chosen One’s Return}~

 

Oh, you're shiting me. Well, that’s why his power hit harder.

 

Dark groans internally. He doesn’t know how well he could handle this. He’s able to repress the horrible shiver just seeing the damn kids NAME. let alone having to look at him. Sue him for being horrified; he’s never died before.

 

Dark yanks at his shoulder length, burnt hair. 

 

He speaks up, “I'm about to unlock that chamber.” he points to it, and Chosen nods, walking to it.

 

The yellow stick figure, on the other hand, hesitantly walks over to him, staring at him like some sort of bug. 

 

Dark looks back at him questioningly. Until the kid is right next to him, where he finally asks, “What uh- happened to your arms?”

 

FINALLY. Oh my cursors, “Thank you for asking. Holy shit. So when I was fucking murdered, my virabots, those little spider things, put my code back together, but since everything around me, including my bands, disintegrated, they ended up fusing to my arms, so now I can use anything my virabands can use, and-” he blinks. Looking down at the yellow stick figure. 

 

His eyes are wide, and not in anger, but it can’t be awe, can it? 

 

That's what it looks like, but clearly, Dark is horrible at reading people. “Uh. Let's get your buddy out of there.-”

 

“N-no!” Yellow puts his hands up, “I-I mean yes, I want to get Orange out of there! Absolutely. But-” he sighs, running his hand through his hair “this sounds crazy- I- it IS, YOU killed me. But agh.” he gestures to the console “I. If you want to talk about coding or shit like this. Then I am… willing. To temporarily forget about that- please. I am STARVED for someone to talk about this with… which sounds… pathetic.”

 

Dark awkwardly glances at Chosen, who was irritated by now, no doubt. “Uh- yeah sure.” Yellow smiles up at him. This was so weird. Sticks are weird. 

 

He types on the console Chamber2.LockDownDeactivate Releasing ~{TheSecondComing.exe   Alan Becker   00   3,012 K   The Chosen One’s Return}~

 

“CHKCHK CHK!”  and the Chamber walls collapse, folding in as they lower, and Chosen grasps at the bars, pulling them open.

 

Yellow runs away from his side. Leaps into the Chamber and knocks the Orange hollowhead down in a hug.  

 

Dark flinches as they both collapse to the ground. Jeez

 

He looks to Chosen, spreading his arms out in a mock hug, with a wicked grin. 

 

Chosen glares sharply at him, mouthing the word ‘Don't.’

 

Dark rolls his eyes as Chosen walks over to him. “Cursors forbid I want to slam you into the ground too.”

 

Chosen slaps Dark’s hand and whispers to him, glancing to the sticks hugging and- sobbing? In the chamber, “Dark. That is OVER. please. Stop. Once this is done. So are we.”

 

Dark pauses for a moment. 

 

“I had hoped that. Once I was free from my code. We could be. Us. again.”

 

Chosen looks down, glaring at his shoes. “Then you’ve severely underestimated how you’ve hurt me.”

 

“Even if I'm free? I'm finally.. I'm ME Cho. All that I’ve done- our fights weren't.. Wasn’t me.”

 

Chosen pulls at his own hair. His voice is low, and he pauses between each hurtful sentence. “That doesn’t erase what happened! It. hurt,” he sighs. Looking back at those dumb kids, he assumes to make sure they didn’t hear. “If it makes you feel better. I know it wasn't.. You. But at the same time, it. Was,” he lowers his voice so much, dark strains to hear him. “It hurts to look at you.”

 

Dark stares at him. Before turning to the chamber, walking over, and slamming his hands against the bars, “Let's go, assholes, there's only so much longer that The Chosen One can walk me on his leash till I'm not feeling in the mood to be a good boy, let's get the fuck out of here.” he slams his hands against the bars, punctuating every other word.

 

Yellow nods, pulling Orange up, before turning back to Dark, “Alright, I think we’re ready.” Orange moves to stand in front of Yellow, moving an arm to block him. 

 

“W-what is happening- how are you back?” he looks behind Dark to The Chosen One. “Chosen?”

 

Dark groans, rolling his eyes. “I’m not explaining this again. TLDR I owe The Chosen One a huge favor, so I’m helping you out of here. If EITHER of you hits me or anything, I’m out of here, and you can forget about leaving, because The Chosen One over here doesn’t have any powers anymore.”

 

Orange and Yellow gasp “WHAT” 

 

Dark rolls his eyes, turning around and shoving past The Chosen One. “Want to explain while we go? NO ONE?” Dark spits at him. He can hurt him, too 

 

NO ONE gulps, looking to the two kids and gesturing them to follow as the our of them leave the room. Walking in tandem with the two of them as Dark leaves the way.

 

It’s weird. Now that he doesn’t have to push away the need to destroy him. He still wants to hurt him. Or at least get back at him 

 

.

 

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.

 

Yellow pipes up “Oh wait! Before we go, we have to get RGB!”

 

“Who?” Dark reluctantly asks.

 

Orange shouts, concerned, “RED, BLUE, AND GREEN ARE HERE TOO!?”

 

NO ONE squints his eyes, and Dark feels the burning of eyes on the back of his neck before he sighs, “Alright.”



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The Dark Lord and The Chosen One were in a standoff. 

 

For once, not in a fight, actually. 

 

Last night, The Dark Lord had confessed his mission code. And in response, The Chosen One confessed… feelings

 

The two of them hadn't.. Spoken since then. It was weird. The Chosen One was cooking, and The Dark Lord was on his laptop on the couch and- ugh. 

 

That's it, he has the perfect way to start talking.

 

He brushes his hair back with his hands before marching over to the kitchen “The CHOOOOOSENNN ONEEEE,” he leans against the other stick, draping himself on the other. 

 

“What..?” he responds, absentmindedly cooking the only thing he knows how to: eggs.

 

The Dark Lord looks up at him, head on his shoulder, “We should come up with nicknames.”

 

The Chosen One pauses.. “What would… why?” 

 

The Dark Lord huffs, “Becauseeee! I don’t want my name to be what THAT damned cursor gave me. I want it to be personal, to MEAN something more.” he sobs dramatically.

 

The Chosen One chuckles, plating the eggs and shrugging The Dark Lord off his shoulder. “Well… we can’t go by ‘The’ can we?”

 

The Dark Lord gapes at the other stick, incredulously. “Nor would I want to!” he taps his chest, where his heart would be. “Personal! Personal, I said!” he moves to sit at his seat at the kitchen island. 

 

.

 

“I guess I have an Idea for yours…” The Chosen One says after a bite.

 

The Dark Lord quirks his eyebrows. “For me? Not for yourself?” he smirks, “you’ve been thinkin' about me?”

 

The Chosen One pauses before nodding, making The Dark Lord blush. “I was thinking that… Dark suited you.. At least a little more than Lord.”

 

Dark gulps down a bite of eggs, trying to compose himself and die down the blushing. “Ah, I’d have to agree there, not too lord-y am I?”

 

The Chosen One bites back a laugh. “No- I mean.. I personally wouldn't describe you as one.”

 

Dark smiles, “you're not gonna hurt my feelings, I promise,” he stabs his eggs for a moment, “I guess yours is easier to come up with. ‘One’ isn’t really a name, is it?”  

 

The Chosen One smiles at him, “It could be if you chose it.”

 

Dark gapes at him for a moment. Before running a hand through his long red hair, he can't help but smile with his sharp teeth and lean back in his chair. 

 

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“Chosen?”

 

“Yeah, Dark?”

 

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“I love you too.”

Notes:

Dont tell anyone I told you... but there is a suprise next chapter.

 

-H4CK3R