Powerful Forces (discontinued)

Discovery

Things escalate here lol. Warning for wounds and other ouchies.
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They came across a house with a computer inside.

Chosen opened the door and went towards the said computer.

The monitor seemed to show some kind of... code?

Yellow noticed something it said. "ViraBot".

Yellow asked, "Wait... 'ViraBot'?"

"He's building another one. He's still in the middle of programming it.", Chosen said.

The monitor went black. It started to 'say' something.

"Welcome back, old friend."

Suddenly, trapdoors from the ceiling opened and guns lowered from inside.

Chosen shouted, "Take cover!"

The guns started to shoot at them as they hid below a large table made of cement.

"How are we gonna get out of here?", Green asked loudly.

The guns firing made continuous loud bursts.

"If we can, we'll have to lift the table to get out!" Chosen answered.

They all lifted the table. It was surprisingly heavy.

While they strugglingly walked towards the door, a bullet managed to pierce Blue's leg.

Blue yelled and groaned in pain, and Red, who was behind him, gasped.

Once they escaped from the house, they all let the table down, exhausted.

Support rushed up to Blue, worried.

He looked at Blue's leg and inspected the wound.

He put his hands gently on Blue's leg.

Energy streams started to appear and glow from his hands and into the wound.

The wound started to close. Blue gradually stopped wincing.

Blue sighed. "Thanks, Support. I owe you one."

Support chuckled. "No problem. You don't have to."

Chosen walked towards Blue. "Are you okay, Blue?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Okay. Let's rest here for a moment."

Before they noticed it, the glass shattered and the guns continued firing at them. They ran away from the house.

Second walked up to Support, who was still beside Blue. "Do you both want some fruit? I still have some."

"Thanks.", Support said.

Blue gladly took one fruit from Second's hand. "Yeah. Thanks."

"We should get out of here later. What if Dark shows up?", Second stated.

All of them agreed.

After two hours, they all sneakily left the area. Just in case Dark showed up.

Second sighed in relief. They all proceeded to walk away from the place.

They made sure they were far away from the house before they decided to set up their sleeping bags and firewood.

Chosen said, "We can set up here."

The others fell in exhaustion.

"Oh, boy...", Chosen nervously said to himself.

They went to sleep after a few minutes since they ate their food.

Second. was the last one awake of them all.

He stared at the sky and the scenery around him...

...until he heard the rustling of the grass which sounded like a set of footprints.

Before he could have a chance to turn around, he was knocked out with a bat to his head.

The next morning, the others woke up to both Second and Support missing.

Red anxiously asked, "Guys? Where are they?"

They found a piece of paper in Second's sleeping bag.

"If you want to have your friends back, bring Chosen to me at this location."

The paper had coordinates written in it.

They all argued about giving up Chosen to the person who wrote the note, possibly Dark.

Chosen eventually stopped the argument. "I'll give myself up."

Green disagreed. "What!? No. No way. That is insane. We have to find another way."

"There isn't another way.", Chosen answered. "I know Dark. He has probably thought this through. After that last defeat, there's no way he won't plan this."

"Well..." Yellow sighed. "There has to be."

Chosen sighed. "Yellow, go to the house and pinpoint the exact location of these coordinates in this map." Chosen handed Yellow a map of the Interspace.

"There's no way you're doing this. We'll come up with a plan."

Chosen nodded while doubting they'll succeed.

Meanwhile...

Second groggily groaned as he woke up. He noticed he was in a room of an abandoned house.

He was in a chair, tied up. He struggled to break free but to no avail.

"Save your strength, Second. I've tried earlier." Support said, who was also tied up.

"Support?"

A male voice started speaking to them in an intimidating tone. "Do you guys remember me?"

Second was alarmed and frightened. "W-who are you?"

"Ah, so you don't remember me. Why don't you take a closer look?" 

A red stick figure started to walk up to them and revealed himself to them. It was...

...Dark.

"Dark? You're alive?", Second nervously asked. 

Dark chuckled menacingly. "Hello, 'old friend'."

Thanks to OvershadowedShadow for giving (even more) information about and permitting me to have The Supporting Character in this fanfiction! :D

"The Supporting Character" belongs to OvershadowedShadow.