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This aint finished im just going to start now bye
Alan was designing with Second. He hasn't gotten to animating yet, but he had the base design of a dragon. Details were difficult. VERY difficult. After an hour he typed "Sec, It's time for me to go to bed, school night." Alan was getting into bed and saw Sec waving.
Chosen was keeping an eye on his brother. After the showdown, Chosen was trying to find a hint that Second knew how to use his power. It always seemed like he had no clue. Another day, no new display of powers. He went to bed hoping that tomorrow he could see if Second had powers. If another week goes by without proof, he would tell Second himself, he decides.
Alan woke up next to an orange stick figure shouting "He's a KID!"
Another person yelled "WHAAAT THERE IS NO WAY-"
"Chill, Red, he's sleeping." The orange stick figure looks down to see his eyes open and Alan opens his mouth.
"Wait I have school today right? Okay, guys, whoever you are, get out of my- WAIT WHAT THATS MY ROOM ITS KINDA BLURRY BUT ITS MY ROOM AND WAIT SECOND IS THAT YOU!" Alan freaked out, seeing a lump of black on the other side of the room, where his animating area was.
"Woah, chill Alan, we think that's Chosen on the other side. He's about to wake up." The orange stick figure said. Red muttered something and looked at Second, waving his arms and facepalming. Three more stick figures enter the room- er, minecraft house.
"Why is my room so blurry?" Alan asks, a perfectly reasonable question.
"I dunno. It is blurry, I thought that was normal though so never questioned it. Maybe in settings… I swear there was something there. First though, how old are you? We all assumed you were a college student."
"I'm 14. Reasonable age, not in college though. Can you fix the blurriness? I would like to know what the lump is." Alan said. Sec immediately opened Settings and fixed it.
"It's Chosen! What! I thought... nevermind. It's Chosen though, he might wake up all confused and be chaotic and stuff." Red yelled, right as Chosen started waking up.
Chosen woke up slowly. His back hurt, side effect from sleeping on the desktop floor. He heard an "Alan! Wake up! Time for school!" Chosen opened his eyes and looked at the screen across the room. His Creator's computer. He saw Second pointing at him dramatically, Red standing there, the rest of the color gang staring at something, and something that looked like Alan on the screen. He went to the screen, picking out letters to type.
"What do I do. Your mom wants you to go down for school." Chosen typed. This was gonna be a long day.
"How do I tell him to go out the window and to the house next door? DJ's house, the one with a red car." Alan asked. "My mom will freak out if Chosen just stays."
Sec just translates it to "Jump out the window to a house with a red car," and leaves it like that. Chosen follows the directions, someone with a Speedpyro shirt walking a dog started freaking out. He knoks on DJ's door, DJ opens it immediately.
"Alan needs help, I need help, Second is panicing and his mom will be panicing soon. Alan told me to jump out the window and go to the house with the red car. Also he looks like he's twelve. Is he twelve?" Chosen tells him.
"Let's focus on the getting Alan help part first?" DJ says.
"Okay, pretty sure his mom isn't supossed to know so we need to sneak into his room. I went out the window, do you know a better way? People freak out when they see a stick for some reason."
"No..." DJ says, and Chosen picks DJ up and starts flying to Alan's room using fire. DJ is freaking out and flailing around. They land in the bedroom, DJ calming down.
"Okay, I'm letting Second know so you can talk to Alan or whatever, just wait. They're here already." Chosen says, getting to work typing.
Second already brought Alan out of the minecraft house to see DJ. Second gives Alan access to a text box. The first thing he types is "Chosen, no flying, setting things on fire, laser eyes, or any of that out there PLEASE!"
Chosen responds with "I'm a stick. They already know I don't belong here, using powers won't hurt if nobody gets hurt. I'm giving it to your friend now, bye!" Chosen gets up and gives DJ the keyboard.
"Can you turn on the mic so we hear you?" is the first thing DJ asks. Second starts opening tabs and finishes by muttering something to Alan.
"Wait, how come I didn't think of that! We could have had an actual conversation. Does it work now? Hi DJ! We have school today, I'm gonna be late!" Alan says.
"Chosen! Did you know Alan is 14!" Red basically shouted. There are loud footsteps now, everyone stands still to listen. The door opens. Alan's mom comes in. Everyone looks at her. She stares at Chosen, who gives an awkward wave and looked at the computer screen.
"Alan, she's your mom, you go deal with it." Chosen says, backing away.
"How am I supposed to deal with this! Saying that I got transported into my own PC and basically have five kids is not gonna work!" Alan screamed. There was silence. The Color Gang were not talking, just staring. Chosen was pacing. Alan was nervously glancing between his mom and Second. Chosen stepped on a creaky floorboard.
"She is right there. You just told her that. Also you technically adopted four kids and created three. Let's just start with intros. Hi, my name's Chosen, and I was born in Alanspc, you?" Chosen says. Alan's mom stares at Chosen
"My name is Mrs. Becker. I was not aware that his excuse four years ago of a stick figure eating his homework was true. Who ate it?"
Everyone on the PC stares at Chosen. "Hey! That was after I got a ball and chain attatched to my leg and he used me as an ad blocker! What did you think I did!" Chosen defends. "Second, you understand that I forgave him because you and him are best friends, right? Me and him are NOT friends though, even though he created me."
Alan's mom was looking at Alan. "Why are you on a computer screen?"
The million dollar question. The answer to their problems. Alan and Second both say "No clue." at the same time. Chosen nervously starts hovering using fire, Mrs. Becker freaks out.
"No fire in my room, Chosen!" Alan scolds, and Chosen looks down and puts the fire out.
"I was nervous, I hover when I'm nervous! Not my fault the real world can't handle a powerful stick! At least I'm not doing worse to it, Dark would destroy it!" Chosen exclaimed. He stares at the screen. Dark was not a good topic to bring up, the Color Gang freaking out at the mention of him and hugging Red intensely. "The only reason I survived was because of Second! He revived you all and stopped Dark from killing me! He doesn't remember, but I do! He just flew up and laserbeamed Dark!"
That got a lot of stares toward Second. The orange stick was nervously looking around. "No, I just woke up and Dark was gone, my friends were alive, and you were too! You must have won your fight, beaten Dark! It wasn't me!" Second shouted loudly in disbelief.
"Sec, you're my brother. We were both created by Alan, we both have powers. There must just be something in your code making you not use them, but you're stronger than me and Dark!"
The room was silent once more. Mrs. Becker was feeling a little confused, along with DJ. They weren't getting involved in family drama. Technically Alan created them so it was his family drama too, but that doesn't matter. Chosen sat down at Alan's desk.
"Can we deal with the actual issue here? Me and Alan in the wrong place entirely! I don't belong here, he doesn't belong there. Then I can have Yellow run a code diagnostic on Second and all that. Alan can keep his kids on the PC, put me back in the PC, and return back to the real world. Yellow and me can work on that. Who else is good with code?" Nobody raised their hand to the last question. They weren't coders. Chosen sighed and got onto the desktop. "Can me and Yellow try to access your code, Alan, if you have it? It would help us figure this out."
Alan gave a small nod, Second hugging him tightly. "Alan, this is our first time seeing you like, on the PC! Once we get you out, I wanna come out! To see you! And we can go visit you and animate together!"
Chosen mutters something under his breath and coughs. "Our focus is getting Alan back to the real world and me back on the PC. Not father and son time. Sec, your dad is 14!"
"He's your dad too!" Sec exclaims, hugging Alan tightly. "If I'm your brother then he's your dad!"
"Dads don't chain their kids up and force them to blast ad websites. Dads aren't 14. Dads are not younger mentally than the kids he created! No. Alan is your dad, but I don't forgive him. Maybe one day, but I never saw his actual face until today!" Chosen stormed off to the corner of the room.
Alan looked in Chosen's general direction, it was difficult because of the desktop angle though. Chosen sighed, this would be a little easier with Dark helping out. He was the master programmer, not Chosen, but you pick up a lot when your brother constantly shoves random inventions in your face as a happy escape anniversary gift or a birthday gift. Or just after every raided website.
"I'm gonna leave now..." Said DJ, nervously going to the door. "I got school, I can cover for you for now, Alan."
Alan gave a thumbs-up and waved. DJ then looked at the road. It was too far on foot unless he wanted a twenty minute trek through the town.
"Uh... never mind. It's too far. I guess I can work on the code here, I'm decent at this sort of thing..."
Chosen stared at him. This would be so much easier with Dark, the building and coding professional. Instead he pointed to Green and said "Work on the blueprints, I can't build. You too, Sec. I can work on some programming with Alan's friend and Yellow. He looks at Yellow for a second. "You and Dark would have been friends if he hadn't spiraled, you both love building small machines and the like." He claimed. Then he had an idea. He remembered a certain stick tell him he was killed time and time again, yet brought back. He used Animate to draw The Dark Lord, with no mission code. He converted to symbol, and Dark started to move. He looked around and saw Alan in the PC, Chosen outside of it, and focused on Chosen.
"How- wait. How am I alive? How does Second, of all sticks, have stronger powers than both of us!!!" Dark yelled, staring at Second. He seems to realize something.
"The mission code is gone, it's gone!" Dark shouted, fist-pumping. He deserved this, the freedom of being able to do whatever he wants giving him a smile.
"Dark." Chosen said, looking at him. "You're a wonderful programmer and builder. We were wondering if you could help? I kind of want to be able to go back into my own base, if you know what I mean."
Dark had a confused look on his face. He was sixteen in terms of Stick aging, but he acted like he was ten. Soon, the confusion cleared up.
"Oh yeah! I can help!" Dark practically shouted. It was nice. He only acted like this on raid days, typically. All excited and happy without a raid, though, that was confusing. Maybe the code was the issue? At least he was happy.
"Okay, can you, me, and Green work on the building blueprints, while Yellow and DJ work on brainstorming some code?" Chosen asked.
"Cho, you idiot, we have to work together first! That way they know what to code! I was thinking about wiring some things to something outside. You need your own though. We can craft up some parts here, you need to gather them. Once we have the blueprint for the transporter in here, then we can build our code around that. The design of the build has to be made first, is what my point is." Dark said, rambling on about how the design has to pair up with the code and work together. Chosen tuned out for a bit, focus snapped back when Dark stood up to get some paper.
He got to work, drawing a small machine that looks like a laser gun. He left hardly legible notes near important parts.
They worked in relative silence, the ocasional hum from Dark. It was clear everyone but Chosen, who was currently in a different plane of reality, was uncomfortable with Dark.
"Cho, if we put this together here, put the screw in here, some wires here, upload code here, and its done!" Dark exclaimed, showing off the blueprint. It was quite impressive, tiny notes that Chosen couldn't read, a full list of required parts, reminding Chosen of older days when Dark built stuff. Three years ago, Dark presented Chosen with all of the random gadgets he duplicated using a literal duplication machine. He missed those days.
"How are we getting the parts?" Chosen asked.
"Figure it out? Just like, get them? They should have some parts in their world, they're all losers if they don't."
"Allright, I'm gonna ask the people who live here. Alan, where do I get parts?" Chosen asked.
"The store?"
"Where?"
"DJ can take you? Or my mom?"
Chosen turned to them, a questioning look on his face.
"Nah. I can't drive. She's gotta take you." DJ said nervously.
"Fine." Alan's mom gestured downstairs.
Then Chosen thought for a minute. Did he really want Alan's mom supervising him? No.
"Alan's mom! I can go on my own, I have fire and can fly with it!" Chosen shouted. He did need to know where to get the supplies, though. He looked at the PC. He used the cursor to search for 'metal and scrap part place' and a place called DraconicForge came up. It was three minutes away by flight. Once he said bye to the people in the house, he took off flying.
"Look at that thing up there!" Someone on the ground said.
"Is it a metiorite?!" Another said.
"It's heading our way! Scatter!" A person said. Everyone listened. The thing landed at the entrance to DraconicForge, and it seemed humanoid but was all black with a hollow head. It opened the door and the people in the store looked right at Chosen.
"I'm looking for this," said the stick. The store's owner, Draconic Flame, shook off his shock and looked at the list Chosen pulled out. He also pulled out a bar of solid gold to pay for the items.
"Uhhh. You need that stuff why?" Draco said.
"To get back home," was the reply Chosen used.
"Where do you live, is it in space, are you an alien, can you-" Draco rambled.
"I live in some guys PC, no, I am not an alien. Parts. NOW." Chosen slammed his fists on the table and sent a glare.
AN: How the hell has this gotten so many kudos, it's literally 2k words max