Animation vs The Universe

~Prologue~

Alan dragged his mouse over to Google, and made a new tab, pulling up Stickfights.com. This had worked once before, the sticks coming to life. But that was on his other computer, one that seemed to make EVERYTHING come to life. On his shiny new Desktop, don't worry he still had the other one, nothing became sentient.

Alan had even tried drawing a stick figure, just to see if it would work. To no avail, it was a failed mission. And it seemed like the sticks on Stickfights.com didn't have a life outside of the game itself. That dissapointed Alan.

He started the game, the sticks started doing their thing. Although, it was pretty pathetic to watch. The noise inside the Desktop, however, was enough to cause a disturbance.

Inside a fresh, almost empty storage folder, lay a document called Creation 3. The stick Alan made, which unfortunately did not come to life.

Or at least, that's what Alan thought.

The document was pretty bare and boring except for the little stick figure. It was outlined in red, just standing there. But it heard something in the distance. Almost like... "fighting?" the figure thought.

It moved its head, looking around the dark document. Then it moved its limbs, and started walking around. Once it got the hang of things, it became really curious of what the noise was.

It poked its head out of the folder, looking into the vast, and wide Desktop. it was amazed. It looked far, seeing the window with the fighting stick figures.

The little red figure could only stare. 4 figures fighting each other. 1 magenta, with a tiny yellow crown on its head. 1 was light grey, a yellow halo floated above its head. one was a minty green colour, a viking helmet sat on its head. The final one was a dark, murky yellow colour, with a red backwards baseball cap on.

The red figure got a rush of adrenaline from just watching the fight. the magenta coloured one turned its head, noticing the red figure, and pausing for a moment. But it immediately got back into action once the mint one punched it in the gut.

From its hidden place in the folder, the red figure did a little happy dance, before lunging at the window. It crashed through the barriers of the game's walls, entering the fight.

All the other figures stopped immediately, frozen in place at the sudden challenger. Alan was also surprised to say the least. Stunned that yet another one of his creations had come to life.

Alan's eyes flicked towards the folder that the red figure had come from. But he turned his attention back to the game when he heard fighting noises.

The fighting had once again commenced, and the red stick figure was damn good at fighting too. quick on its feet, agile, fast. and soon, all 4 of the other figures were on the ground.

But they didn't get mad, or want revenge immediately. They all clapped and cheered for the red figure.

"Creation 3.." Alan spoke aloud. "C3.." he once again spoke to no one but himself. It seemed like the sentience switch had been flipped for the other fighting stick figures too, because they seemed to be communicating.

"I dunno who the heck you are, but wow can you fight." The dark yellow one patted the red one on the back. The red one turned to look through the screen, and saw Alan's eyes wide.

The red one waved a little. "Hello!" text appeared beside the red one's head. Alan was even more stunned by this. Alan immediately pulled up a text box.

"You can talk?!" Alan wrote. the red one stared at the text box blankly, thinking for a moment. "Yep!" text once again appeared next to its head, then dissapeared after a few moments.

Alan stared at his text box in amazement. "Talk." text appeared next to the magenta one's head this time. "Wait.. you shouldn't be able to talk." Alan wrote in the text box, confused by this.

The sticks on the other desktop couldn't talk, except Second Coming of course.

"Hello to you too." The magenta one crossed its arms as Alan read the text it spoke. "Am I doing it?" the one with a viking hat tilted it's head. the red one just nodded.

"Talk talk, talkity talk." Text now appeared beside the dark yellow one's head. "uhm, Hello?" the grey one waved a little, text appearing.

"This is crazy. wait, what did u do to them C3?" Alan wrote in the text box. The red figure's shoulders slumped, as it looked down. Alan got worried he'd accidentally offended it.

Alan knew the consequences of messing with, or offending a "Chosen one". "what did you call me?" the way the text appeared beside the red one's head, and the way it looked now, it almost felt more sad then mad.

"C3? Like Creation 3?" Alan explained through the text box. The figure sat on the floor of the game. "I don't like that name." text appeared after awhile. "it makes me feel like I'm just some thing." the stick figures shrugged as the text appeared.

"but isn't that what you are?" text appeared next to the magenta one. "I have a personality too though, right?" the red one looked up at the magenta one.

Alan was hit with realization as to why that could make someone feel bad. Alan thought back to when the sticks were fighting. the way the red one moved, how quick it was, how sneaky, it almost reminded Alan of a "Ninja.." Alan said aloud, although the sticks couldn't hear him.

Alan suddenly opened up Flash, dragged the red figure to the white page, surprising it. Alan quickly drew a white headband around the red figure's head.

Alan opened up a new text box. "I think Ninja suits you, yeah?" Alan typed. The red stick figure jumped and cheered, yelling in red text 'yeah' over and over.

Alan brought the text box over to the mint one. "You can be Viking?" Alan wrote, to which the mint one just jumped around clumsily.

Next Alan went to the grey one. "Angel?" Alan typed. The grey one nodded, putting its hands on its hips. Alan went to the magenta one. "Prince." the magenta one spoke before Alan could type. "Alright, Prince it is." Alan wrote.

Finally, he went to the dark yellow one. "How about Jackass-" Alan stopped, deleting the last three letters. "Jack." Alan finalized. The stick figure looked back to the other 4, then back at Alan. "Sure." appeared in text beside it.

With that, Alan was satisfied. instead of burdening the sticks to only live in the little game, he decided to just create a small, simplistic house for them on flash.

Quickly, Alan drew up a house with a living room, and 5 bedrooms above it, and a door to exit onto the rest of the desktop. The whole house was completely white.

Alan created a final text box, as the sticks looked around. "Design to your liking. Or don't. I don't care." Alan wrote, before deleting the text box, and leaving his desktop.

That was how the Fighters Gang was created.