Acts of Redemption

Ocean of thoughts

After visiting all the stickfigures, Purple decided to report back to his King, flying all the way to the castle only to find out he wasn't there.

─ My Lord? ─ He called without an answer.

The throne was also empty, the magical staff nowhere to be seen.  He couldn't help but feel a bit worried, but he shook it off.

"He can take care of himself." Purple thought walking off to the very back of the castle, through a big corridor full of doors.

The King had built a nether portal right there, in the fifth door to the right, guarded by the brutes who just looked at him nonchalantly, Purple didn't care, that portal was the easiest way out of that stupid place back to the overworld and he couldn't wait for the horrible smell of sulfur to be over.

The swirling patterns engulfed his body, and without much of a fuss he was teleported away.
He saw himself in a open white tab filed with files.

The portal went directly to Alan's PC.

Purple would've been lying if he said the animator's pc wasn't a curious place for him, there wasn't no villagers, no towns, only a handful of stickfigures that Purple wished to never had met.

It was quite impressive how clean the desktop was, there was barely any folders on the screen.
Perhaps the more stickfigures you have, more space you will need to give away for their confort.

What a loser.

Purple climbed the documents to the top of the tab, clicking on the X and closing it before landing on the tab below it, a bigger white tab, with a construction made mostly out of minecraft blocks.

The stickfigure examined the building for a moment, by the looks of it, this was his enemies house, and he wanted to explore.

Opening the door for the very first room on the bottom floor the smell of old books and cake filled his lungs, that made him hungry. 

There was some decoration, he could say, it was a simple and modest place, with a single bed, a fireplace and a few too many books about all sorts of things, one in particular was flat open on top of the bed, the title 'How to create origami" in big bold white letters, with a few crumpled pieces of paper around it. Perhaps the owner wanted to make a few gifts for his neighbors.

Purple followed up the stairs, checking the next room, it looked less cozy than the previous one, but more modern, it smelled like soup and ice cream, which was a weird combination.

All decorations seemed to be perfectly symmetrical, not a single item out of place except for the one music disc abandoned on the ground.
On the wall there was two big bookshelves, but by the layer of dust on the color and alphabetically coordinated books, it seems that no item had been touched in a while.

That made Purple's snort, it was all so organized that he doubt the owner would want to just touch and ruin everything. But it looked pleasing enough, so he would let the uselessness of it go.

He shook his head while going up to the third room.

This one was, for a lack of a better word, leafy.

The entire room reeked of beetroots and blaze powder, with roots and vines growing all around the area, it was pure luck that those things weren't breaking the house apart. There was a cauldron and a brewing stand in front of the bed, with a comically large pile of empty bottles by its side, a few with a droplet or two of a random potion, someone should check the owners system, they may be going through some stuff after so many potions.

What was more curious though, was the lack of a bed, as if, the owner of this one room didn't slept or at least, didn't sleep as often as the others, there was only a patch of grass on the floor that seemed to be used a lot as a bed. Not a comfortable one but a bed nonetheless... Perhaps they didn't sleep in the room at all, maybe someone could share the bed.

If the third room smelled bad, the fourth one was repulsive.
The dusty air was mixed with the strong odor of sweat, coal and redstone powder, the floor had droplets of what Purple thought to be oil or black ink which smeared around the floor as if the owner had slipped while walking around a few times.
The room didn't look inviting, nor very comfortable, more like a industrial backroom than a bedroom.
There was so many pieces, chests and blueprints everywhere, some on the floor, some on the table and some just tucked under the machines.
On the back wall there was a few more redstone items and a big lever, which the stickfigure couldn't help but pull.

The entire wall shifted with the loud noise of pistons and repeaters ticking away behind it, the side table that once was there went into the wall before a yellow bed rise from the floor. Efficient, but noisy, and in Purple's opinion, over the top, you won't need to save space like that if you didn't have so many junk around. 

He made his way to the roof to get some fresh air, and found the last room of the place.

It was a very small area in comparison to the other rooms, it barely fit a bed, a chest and a furnace, maybe the owner  didn't need much more than that.
But to compensate for the small living area, the room was connected to the open balcony, where a big tree had sprouted, it had the perfect shade for relaxing or reading a book, it was almost irresistible.

Purple stared at the tree for a moment before deciding that he didn't had anything to lose, so he sat on its shadow, putting his back against the wood.

He let himself relax for a moment, just taking a deep breath.

But even relief and peace has its favorites, because there was no stopping his brain from swimming away in his never ending ocean of stabbing thoughts.

His eyes drifted from the door in front of him to the cut in his leg, sutured shut and painfully aware of that.

Red's words ended up, somehow, finding place in his head again.
"I guess I don't like seeing people in pain... I don't think you deserve it."

He felt stinging in his eyes, but he ignored, there was no one there to judge his tears.
The feelings confused him, he felt tired, and angry, and sad, and envious...

Envious of what?

Envious of  his King? Yeah. Exactly.  He felt envious of his King...of his power... definitely.

"Their lives are the reward... Having them with me."

He shook his head to get rid of that thought, he doesn't want to deal with that right now. He doesn't need to deal with them right now.

─ I'm just tired. ─ He said to himself, looking away from his leg. ─ Go to sleep Purple...

He close his eyes, repeating his words a few more times before being pulled into a cold dreamless sleep.