Finding Family (An AvA Fanfiction)

Chapter 1 - Information Processing

Summary:

After the Showdown, The Chosen One had been dealing and resetting stuff that was left from the fight with Dark Lord. Only, sometimes, his prediction was right as a certain stick figure came from the animator's PC into this place to seek the truth from him.

He was willing to answer that, of course.

(Or, a typical conversation between Orange and Chosen.)

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It had been a while.

The Chosen One was not dealing well with this, after checking the huge crater that orange hollow-headed stick figure had made. Sure, that green beam must have killed the Dark Lord with ease, just look at the crater. That was not one normal ability a stick figure can get.

He saw the cursor earlier from his animator, Alan, himself too, helping that stick figure up after he collapsed in the control room.

Was that stick figure also created by Alan too?

He was not mastered with computer stuff, only the Dark Lord and someone in that crew did, but he managed to figure out how to reset things in the Internet realm, resetting stuff after that huge fight was not easy for him, but yeah, that was at least he could do before something damaged this place again.

He was looking at the sky, more where the PC could be located, hoping for that stick figure to come back, and talk to him, just for a little bit. He once felt something familiar back then, when he could briefly see himself back at the PC before glitching out again. He could not forget how brave that lad was, to stand between them, ready to protect him in the middle of the fight, not knowing about the powers he wielded.

A splash rang out in the silence of the day, and the Chosen One thought that his prediction was somewhat, correct. How he got back here would be a question for later. The door opened, proving his guess even further.

"Uhm... hello."

That voice, light, yet held so much nervousness. He could only look at the other, not realizing how intimidating he could still be, despite that was his savior, the Internet's savior. An unreadable movement flickered across his face as his voice flatted in a deadpan tone. Well, how could he even pull out his emotion, later on, he didn't want to know.

"You came back."

"Yeah. I... had some questions. About what happened." the other stuttered and cleared his throat as he stood and waited patiently. Was he that intimidating to make people so nervous? "Who he - the Dark Lord - was. And how you - why you and Alan..."

"Why I know him."

That confirmed the tinkering inside him, this stick figure was definitely one of Alan's creations, like him, and the traitorous Dark Lord. Glancing at the hole to the beautiful scenery outside, he finally said, after a long moment of observing the other. "Let's take a walk."

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This was not a bad choice of timing to observe someone, as they followed the trail deeper into the forest. The walk had been mostly suffocated with silence, if not for the other who spoke up first.

He had to admit, that he was more of an introvert. Having someone suddenly talk to him was surprising, but he would not consider that a bad thing to happen. But heck, he could say that never he was going to start a conversation. His only job was to make it ongoing and end it at the right moment.

"I'm Orange."

"Mmm."

"I never learned your name, yet."