Acts of Redemption

Found family. Found Peace.

Purple woke up in a white room. His head was spinning but he quickly gathered himself, getting back up on his feet.

There was a odd foggy smell in the air, but no fog around him.

─ Guys? ─ Purple called out, turning around in a circle looking for any signs of the others.

He walked forward for what felt like a minute before stopping face to face with Second Coming.

─ Second! Where are we? What's going on??

The orange figure just scoffed. ─ Stop talking, idiot.

That took him aback, confusion and the prickly hurt feeling in his chest, but he couldn't answer.

─ I brought you here so you would stop weighting us down. Maybe now you're going to stop bothering me with your whining.

Each word dripping venom, in a way it almost dissolved Purple's soul.

He shook his head turning away from the orange stick figure but they couldn't escape, he was now face to face with Yellow, his arms crossed in front of his body. ─ Perhaps we should use simpler words for you, truth be told you're mediocre little brain could possibly fathom a single sentence we have to offer you.

That made Purple scowl. ─I'm just as smart as you are you asshole!

─ Oh the denial. ─ Purple turned, looking at Blue's smug expression. ─ Little purple flower thinks himself a tree now.

Something boiled deep inside his chest, he wanted to claw the pain off, why where they saying this things, what's happening? 

Red chuckled behind him. ─ What's the matter Purple? Can't handle the truth?

─ Perhaps you're weak.

─ I'm not weak! ─ His voice was barely a mumble, he felt like he was drowning.

─ Pathetic...

─ Stop! ─ The pain in his chest got stronger, he couldn't  breathe.

─ Useless!

─ Useless! Useless!

─ STOP IT! ─ Purple cried, covering his ears and falling to his knees.

He sobbed on the floor, sobbed all the pain he felt, all the anger that ate away in him.

He heard steps coming towards him, but he couldn't look up, he felt so tired. A hand rubbed his back.

─ I'm just trying to help you see, Purple. ─ The silky-smooth voice shook him to his very core.

Purple gasped, flinching away from touch, but there was no one there.

─I'm just helping you understand this... They are not your friends...  ─ The King spoke once again, appearing in front of the crying figure on the floor, he towered so much more like this. 

Purple dried his tears, whimpering quietly which made him even more pathetic.

─ I... I just wanted to be their friend... ─ The figure finally spoke, words choking in between his broken sobs.

─ I know... but you have to understand, there's no friendship for the likes of us. ─ The King kneeled in front of him, one hand lifting the shorter figure's face.

─ I just wanted... I just wanted to have what they have... ─ He stared up at his King, behind him the other stick figures formed a barrier, judging and frowning at him.

─ I thought that I could change like Second did.... to be a hero like they were...

─ Villains are always villains, Purple. This is not for us to ponder... ─ The silky tone made Purple want to cry more, he wanted a hug so bad, he wanted someone to care for him.