Acts of Redemption

Mix the colors together.

Yellow and Second's reunion was very... Gross.

In Purple's opinion.

The moment both landed on the deep cave, Yellow was sprinting towards them, Purple was sure he was coming to hit him so he just close his eyes and wait for impact.

But instead, he heard a soft THUD and the orange and yellow stick figures hugged each other so very tight, as tight as they could.

Purple didn't know how to feel about it, but neither of  the stick figures seemed to care about his opinion on the matter. They grasped at each other as if the other would dissappear again if they let go too soon.

And that made Purple's stomach burn and twist. It was disgust of course... Only disgust... A burning... envious kind of disgust.

After, what felt like a entire hour of desperate hugging, the two friends finally let go, still softly caressing each other's wrists.

─ You look rough. ─ Yellow commented, touching the clearly dislocated shoulder of his friend.

─ Look who's talking, at least I didn't hide in a cave like a mole!

Both their tones was lighthearted, and they seemed comfortable there. Purple was not.

Yellow took upon himself to fix his friend shoulder. Holding his side and with a thud, cracking the arm back in place.

Second Coming gasped, but didn't scream. His knees shook and Yellow was quick to hold him in place. ─ It's OK! It's OK! I got you.

Second held on to him for what felt like another damn hour.

And they would have stayed that way for longer if Purple didn't loudly clean his throat, making both stick figures let go of each other when they made sure that the orange stick figure could stay up on his own again.

─ I... We need to get the others as fast as we can. There is no time to waste. ─ Yellow mumbled in a embarrassed tone before awkwardly shuffling away to grab his belongings.

Second Coming nodded, cleaning his on throat and grabbing his own bag. ─ Right. But we need to be careful... chosen was chasing us around...

Yellow turned to look at both of them, the tracking device in hand.  ─ And you decided to not tell me that until now??

Second shrugged, as if it was a big deal that a powerful, creepy, flying monster was after them.

Purple just awkwardly rubbed his neck, walking pass them.

Not before seeing them hold hands as they got out.

As Purple said... Gross.

The chosen one flew around the many lavafalls and soulsand infested grounds for hours looking for the two stick figures. What was their names again? He knew Purple for sure but the other seemed to escape his memory.

He looked around the best he could before calling it quits and returning to the castle.

He flew inside with impressive ability before landing in front of the throne and his King, he bowed slightly but didn't kept the pose for long.

─ Chosen one. ─ the King gave him a single nod, motioning for him to speak.

─ Your highness, it seems like your suspicions was indeed correct. ─ The monotone blank stare finally reached the King's, both hands behind his back like a well trained colonel. ─ The former ally of the Kingdom, named the Purple stick figure has betrayed your trust by helping the prisoners escape. I have followed both for many hours but unfortunately lost them.

The King didn't seem upset, in his mind it was very obvious that would happen, he didn't underestimate the Second Coming's ability to escape dangerous situations. Not anymore.

─ Purple is naive... And his mind is weak, it does not surprise me that the foolish words of that petulant orange stick figure would stick to him, I am not surprised by his stupidity nor his disloyalty. ─ The King sighed, getting up from his throne and towering over the black stick figure. ─ Alert the soldiers to keep a eye on the perimeter.

─ Yes your highness.

But before he could fly away, the king lifted his palm, signalling for him to wait.

─ Perhaps... This turn of events may be helpful...─ The tall stick figure said to himself, walking in a circle around the Chosen one who didn't react.

─ I know Purple can be reckless, and I'm aware of  the Second Coming's growing desperation to have his friends back... Perhaps that can be used in our favor...

The chosen one watched his King walking around, so that was the name of the other stick figure... The Second Coming... It was a odd name, and it felt familiar, like the word had come out of his mouth once before, but he couldn't recall when...  His head felt light and foggy, it's been like that for a while now, alternating between numbness and adrenaline pumped attack mode. It was difficult to feel anything besides that to a point he couldn't barely feel the ground under his feet most of the time, like he was floating above it even when he could hear his own steps. But the stick figure walking around him kept him grounded, the light on the tip of his staff made his brain swim, and he was glad for that, he didn't want to deal with pain. 

He was glad to have his King to keep the pain away.

One of the King's hand came to lift his chin, he was now looking at the tallest stick figure he has ever seen, the most important stick figure he has ever seen.

─ You will be very important for my plan, My little soldier...

The king leaned down a bit more,  his face close to Chosen's shoulder, he whispered his plan to him, like a secret shared between friends.

With a soft nod, he left his king, flying towards the towers.

When Chosen landed, the brutes instinctively recoiled. It was no secret that the powerful stick figure made them nervous, he was, after all, a force of nature to be recon with and even the brainless piglins could understand that they were no threat to him.

He marched pass them, up the stairs and into the second corridor.

The noise that once filled that corridor had stopped a while ago, the brutes were somewhat glad for that, their prisoner was rather annoying and persistent.

Chosen stopped in front of the metal bars, watching the ridiculous display inside.

Blue was slumped in one corner, knees tightly tucked close to his body. Even his color looked slightly paler than normal and he seemed very shaky.

The weak stick figure looked up at him, surprise came to his face for some reason that chosen couldn't understand, but apparently the stick figure trapped had no energy to say anything.

It was indeed a pathetic sight.

The black stick figure fiddled with the lock for a moment, he needed a key to use it, the brutes were on high alert when he did so, squealing and trying to understand his motivation. Stupid idiots.

With a frustrated sigh, Chosen's eyes became bright red and a lazer beam cut through the bars, which sizzle with the heat of his power.

He walked inside the cell and lifted Blue from the ground. Marching out with him in his arms.

─ Bring his belongings to the king. ─ He simply ordered before flying away to the next tower.