Finding Family (An AvA Fanfiction)

Chapter 2 - Break Time

Summary:

The talk sure had gotten The Chosen One into a deep thinking state for the next few days. Orange noticed that and invited him over to the PC. Meeting the animator - Noogai - or the other sticks called 'Alan' was not a pleasant sight.

...but surely, he could work this out. He needed to work this out.

A setup about Orange's training was settled soon after.

(Or, a period hanging out with Orange and the color gang, eventually, seeing his animator there as well, beginning the confronting. It was short, but things need time to work out.)

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He had been thinking about that proposal for some time.

And by that, three days had passed, if his mental clock system was correct.

Now, he was lying outside, bathed in the warming weather of the Interspace, enjoying the newfound peace he just got so far (but it felt empty, for some reason). The sound of water clasping together calmly just pictured a beach vacation when he was at the cliff where the fight commenced. He just left the trench there, as a reminder of how the fight ended. That frantic, binding fight, still gave him chills.

'The Chosen One's Return'.

What could the description possibly mean? Why would he return, after having those dark flashbacks about being imprisoned for more than three, or four years? If was not for the animator named him, what could this line of code possibly mean about his future? Had it predicted miraculously about his return... or... about his successor?

He remembered his vision glitched for a second before he was facing the animator, before snapping out of it, surprised and confused about himself several years ago. It was sudden, yet not a slight horrific expression was shown. Like he was used to those sudden nightmares when he first escaped his personal hell. He did mask his fear with a perfect stone expression, after all.

"Cho, you looked a bit stuck? Did my joke finally get its way into you?"

"It has nothing to do with jokes... It was just- nothing."

That voice was appearing in his head again, he was not going to forgive Dark Lord easily for what he had done...

...if only Dark was here to hear his rambles.

He just thought about that again. One part of him wanted to confront the animator- Noogai, but that thought subsided when his mind flashed the ills of the past between them. The years being enslaved and forced to work as an ad-blocker. The feeling of being the closest to death when he thought he wouldn't make it out with his new companion back then.

It haunted him through just brief, sudden flashbacks during the relaxing days, or casual nightmares.

They prevented his sleep, and soon he was used to that. Letting it fade away with no sleep at all. He believed that way could help him stop thinking about it.

"What about you come to our place one day?"

Yeah, that. That proposal.

He stood up and stretched himself before looking up at the sky made of IP addresses and looked at a specific one, although it was located at a great distance from where he was standing. He shook his head a bit before igniting the flames from his hands and pushed forward.

...he had made his decision, and he hoped he didn't have to regret it afterward.

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Hastily and hesitantly, he stepped through the portal, to meet with the same blue hue for the background, his stick feet tapping against the taskbar. It was a lot calmer than he had expected. The Chrome site was still opening, and he saw the orange hollow-head stick hop out of the site and trained his eyes at him. He gave him a small wave.