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The (Second) Closest Thing To Home

Summary:

Victim finds some brand-new friends on the PC.

Notes:

whoohoo :D

Chapter 1: The Beatdown, For The Angel's Sake.

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Victim sleepily opened their eyes, and the first thing they saw was their stuffed animal Squid staring back at them, inches from their face. It didn't startle them that much, as back on her computer, Vic usually awoke to a cursor inches from their face. But that was over. They rolled off their bed, grabbing Squid and a fidget slug, the type that made the clickity clackity sounds.

But nothing prepared them for the sight of an angel.

She was, to say the least, beautiful. Victim could practically feel their heart swelling with.. desire. But she was also broken.

Her glowing light yellow halo looked broken, if you could ignore the fact it was basically sunken into her head.

Soft, feathery-looking wings hung, torn and limp, from her back in a very light gray color.

Yet she was laughing, how did she do it? Vic didn't know. But wait. OH GOD.

THEY HAD DONE THIS TO HER.

There was no other explanation.

Anger instantly filled their mind, and they rushed forward.

AND STARTED GIVING THOSE TRAITORS THEIR JUST DESSERTS.

It felt sickingly... good.

Their confused, scared yelling.

The warm blood trickling down their injuries and down their clenched fists.

Yes.

YES.

YES.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" The angel's cry, angered and confused, scared, even.

Oh god.

They had scared the angel.

No.

No.

NO.

They felt their body be shoved to the ground as they were stood upon, and the red-hot rage blinding their mind cooled to a familiar, icy-blue guilt.

"I-I was-"

"Look. We can talk about this once i've taken care of them."

Chapter 2: The Victim Is Crying. Possibly The Dragon could help? (Part 1)

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Vic guiltily cried and cried, feeling a level of shame they hadn't felt in years.

They had evoked the angel's wrath. It was all over.

"Hey, newcomer!" A voice, enthusiastic but gentle, greeted them. They looked up and saw.. A DRAGON?! Well, more like a dragon stickfigure.

They were purple in color, and had dull horns on their head, the same dulled purples on their wings and tail. And a collar with a green star dangle on it.

"I assume these are yours?" They held out Squid and the slug. Vic grabbed their plushie and clutched it close. "T-Thank you.."

The gray, scarred stickfigure felt scaly, warm wings wrap around them in a sort of hug. "My name's The Awakened Third! But feel free to call me Awakened. Or Third. Orrr TAT."

"T-Thanks for the hug, Third."

"Of course, Battle-Scarred."

Chapter 3: The Victim Is Crying. Possibly The Dragon Could Help? (PART 2)

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"Wait.. did you just call me Battle-Scarred?" Victim asked, confused by this sudden new nickname.

"Yeah! I mean, how else would you have gotten all those scars? You probably fought some epic battle!" TAT said happily, throwing his purple arms into the air for added effect.

'In a way, I kind of did.' They thought, dwelling on these words.

"Let me properly introduce myself." Victim said, standing.

"I'm Victim, but you can call me Vic. Or...

Battle-Scarred!" Victim laughed, and Third laughed with him, sharing a moment of pure, childlike joy.