Powerful Forces (discontinued)

Targeted, Part 1

This part takes place one week after the last part and after one week of more... ominous encounters from Dark. Seriously, Dark is a creep right now.

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"So... is there any reason why we walk through the forest?", Second asked.

"I remember Dark finding more houses and using them to build some ViraBots, ever since he first built them.", Chosen answered.

Second was curious. "And when was that?"

"I don't remember which site it was..."

They arrived at a place with two cliffs across each other. One had a house on it.

They entered the house, and they first saw a bunch of wires around the ceiling and floor.

"Huh. Seems this Dark guy is some kind of a technician.", Stal stated.

Yellow was amazed. "So many wires." He lifted one with his hand.

Chosen looked at the computer on a desk.

The monitor was displaying some coding.

Chosen instantly became cautious. "Guys, don't let your guard down."

Red noticed a button on the desk. Curious, he approached it and lowered his hand to press it.
Chosen held his hand, stopping Red from continuing. "Don't."
Remembering the previous time he pressed a button, Red gently raised his hand away from the button.

Support entered the house and was amazed. "Wow. Dark did this?"

Chosen slowly walked away from the button to a window behind him. He looked through it. In the distance, he saw a red stick figure.

"Wait... Is that..." He squinted his eyes, trying to see the stick figure clearer.

The stick figure walked backward, disappearing into a forest.

Chosen gasped softly. "Dark." He ran outside and immediately flew to the cliff on the other side.

Dumbfounded, everyone inside the house became silent.

Trying to start a conversation, Warm asked, "What's up with him?"

"I don't know.", Green answered.

"...So, wanna go after him?", Yellow suggested.

Everyone nodded.

After landing, Chosen tried to find Dark in the forest.

Second called him. "Chosen. Chosen! What happened?"

"I think I saw Dark here."

"Wait, what?"

Chosen didn't find Dark. He just disappeared. "He's nowhere."

He noticed it was almost sunset. "It's getting dark. Maybe I should get some wood." He breathed deeply.

Dark entered the house.

In the house, Dark pressed the button on the desk, which sends missiles flying from the house to the cliff across.

Second heard the air whistling. He turned his head, only to see missiles coming their way. "Guys..."

"What's up?" Green asked before turning his attention to the missiles. Widening his eyes, he shouted, "...Run!"

Before they could reach a safe area, the missiles hit the cliff, knocking all of them unconscious. The ground collapsed and fell, bringing the stickmen with it down to a lower surface, which contains spikes.

Chosen heard the distant explosion. "What was that..." He realized it came from right where the others were. "...No. No!" He flew away.

Second eventually woke up, moaning before he realized they were falling straight down towards spikes. "What... happened-- Aah!"

He turned his head to see the others still unconscious. "Guys! Guys! Wake up!"

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Meanwhile, Chosen blasted more fire from his feet, trying to arrive faster. "Come on, come on, come on!"

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The others woke up. After realizing they were falling, they all screamed. Panicking, they flailed their arms.

Chosen arrived at the cliff and he saw eight falling stick figures right away. Even more fire blasted from his feet, sending him faster.

Right before the sticks hit the spikes, Chosen pushed them all towards the water next to the ground.

Seeing Chosen, Dark launched more missiles.

While flying to the others, Chosen noticed the missiles flying right towards him. "Oh!", he yelled before being hit by one. The impact of the missile created a crater on the side of the cliff. He barely survived it.

He groaned weakly and fell to the surface of the crater.

"Chosen!", Second yelled, devastated.

Approaching the crater by flying, Dark laughed menacingly. "You would actually risk your life for these stupid people? You're dumber than I thought."

Chosen groaned weakly, trying to get up, only to fall back down again.

"You're dead? Hmm, well that's disappointing. Oh well, at least I have some people to kill." Large blades grew out of Dark's hands.

Having heard that sentence, the others gasped, afraid and anxious.

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Information about and the character The Supporting Character is provided/created by OvershadowedShadow.

Writing tips provided by duckbang and SolidTheCat.

Additional credits: DragonMaster_66 for providing a name for a previous part

azthaboi14 for providing an idea for a previous part