King's Comeback - An Alan Becker Fan-Fiction

Chapter 1 - Off The Grid

King laughed as he threw that useless Herobrine away.

"All this to stop me? Who do you think I am, a-"

A massive green glow. He felt himself being pummelled from all angles. He felt a burning sensation: he looked to his left hand and saw flakes of skin coming off. He looked up and saw him, that pesky orange stick. His eyes glowed a vicious lime green. King thrust his arm up to strike with the staff...

But it was gone. HE had it. One moment he saw the stick lunge at him, he felt a massive blast to his jaw...

...and the next moment he was on the Nether roof. King slightly opened his eyes, before feeling pain everywhere. He sucked in the air through his teeth. Where it hurt the most was his jaw, so he felt there. The skin was burnt, possibly from the green energy. He opened his mouth to say something to himself, but his jaw was heavily damaged and he felt much more pain.

He couldn't bare it, and passed out again. When he came to, it must've been a day or two later, because he was hungry and thirsty. He felt far less pain as before, and was comfortable with standing up to inspect his injuries. Most of his torso, arms and legs were charred, and his left hand had visible damage and dried blood. Looking around at the bedrock below him, he saw he was laying in a pool of dried blood and found a massive hole in the bedrock.

He was astonished first that the bedrock broke before he realized how he came to be there. He wasn't mad at all, in fact he even accepted defeat, though he still had animosity towards the orange stick. He was more focused on eating and cleaning himself up. Looking through the hole, he found he was launched more vertically rather than horizontally as he could just barely make out the Bastion, of course nearly destroyed from the massive fights there.

He looked in his inventory to find some uncooked chicken, a stack of netherrack, 1 gold block, 1 netherite block and a Fire Resistance potion. He ate the chicken, not caring about the negative side effects before sitting down to think for a moment. He thought he could remember having more in his inventory, but perhaps the green energy evaporated some of that. He recapped the most important parts of the fight to himself:

"..killed those mobs, blasted the Warden, Piglins gone, killed stick figures, made another black hole, fought Herobrine, then the orange stick-"

He realized he was talking to himself. He sighed in relief, as his jaw could properly function and feeling it, it had healed a bit. He decided to build himself down to the nearest piece of ground as his netherrack would run out quickly. Landing not too far away with 23 netherrack remaining, he looked around. He found that none of the sticks were at his base, meaning he killed everyone, and found that there was a nice bit of lava next to his base he could dive into after drinking that potion.

He pulled out the potion, drank it, made a running start and jumped. He barely made it to the pool of lava, and climbing out, he found none of the bodies were nearby, but the ruins were there. The black hole could've sucked the bodies up, but then who stopped the black hole? Perhaps Victim escaped after all. A shame really, he wanted an ally that could be an actual friend rather than a slave, but it didn't matter to him as he killed all those stick figures. 

His plan wasn't complete however, as he hadn't trapped that Animator and.. well, at this point he didn't care. He went into his Bastion eager to find out what day it was. He had a hidden computer somewhere, he couldn't remember where exactly he moved it, but after looking around a bit, he found it.

He turned it on and, looking at the time and date, it was 4 days after the fight. No wonder he was so hungry. He went on YouTube to relax a bit, and right as he clicked on the Trending tab he found a video named "The Ultimate Battle - Animation vs Minecraft Shorts Ep 30". The thumbnail displayed King in the center of it, about to combine both Minecraft Blocks into his staff, as everyone he fought was on either side of him. He was intrigued and wanted to see how the whole fight went.

As the video went on, King found himself getting more and more furious as the Animator showcased more and more of King losing the fight and the music getting more and more triumphant. King thought the entire universe hated him for simply trying to get rid of a nuisance who put an innocent stick figure into the Void. 

He found out how the orange stick defeated him. He zoomed around him as he was in mid-air, hitting him many times (the video didn't show any of the skin flakes or anything however) and on the last hit, stole his staff. He then lunged forward with it, striking him with it and blasting King into the Nether roof with a massive green explosion. This even broke his staff and destroyed the Ultra-Block.

The orange stick then flew through the black hole, destroying it immediately and proceeded to revive everyone who was killed. Everyone had their goodbyes, yada yada, but King was angry. Purple's own staff was still intact, albeit damaged, so if King could get his hands on that.. oh yes, the plan was coming together.

He researched into more of Alan's videos, watching The Showdown, finding out about The Dark Lord, and more. He was furious and typed in some lines of code into his search browser, which brought up the Interspace's version of the Internet. News outlets everywhere such as the Stickfigure Times, Interspace Daily News, and more all had articles about King's fight with the sticks.

He found one article with the header being "Heroic Second Coming defeats evil King Orange, brave player Alexcrafter announces at Main Town Hall". Reading into the article, it detailed how The Chosen One brought Alexcrafter into the Interspace to describe how the fight went down as he was there and Chosen wasn't.

In the background of the linked video, he could see one clear name that had a Minecraft skin on, one potential person he could steal a Minecraft Block from.. Memer421. King set out to the Interspace, careful not to bring his crown to not blow his cover.

Several miles away, near a large river, somebody was making machines. And he was also working on fixing his wristband.