☆A Different Dimension (Alan Becker fantasy AU)☆웃 (ON HIATUS)

Chapter 3 - Wrong Turn

🟢Green웃

 TSC and Green walked through the forest. The were chatting about the situation. "Don't you think we should give the situation a name? Instead of 'the situation'," Green suggested, "I agree, it feels kind of weird to just say 'the situation' every time we talk about it," Second replied. "Let's call it 'the quanli virus'. How does that sound?" Second asked "hmm, that works," Green replied. 

 They continued talking about the quanli virus and other things too like where they were going next. "Why don't we go to Battle Kingdom next?" Second suggested. Green thought for a moment. Battle Kingdom is known for their history, strong battlers and good trainers. Maybe we can get someone from there to help us. Green thought. "Yeah, why not," Green said. Then Green realized how late it was. "We should find a place to set up camp," Green suggested. "Good idea," Second replied. 

 The two walked through the forest a bit more and found a place to set up camp. It was a small clearing in the forest. After they finished setting up, Second took some fruit from his backpack and they both ate. 

"It's late, we should go to bed," TSC said realizing how dark it was getting, Green nodded. The two went into their own tents and drifted off to sleep.

🟠Second/TSC웃

  "Ha! As if anyone could ruin my masterful plan! And even if they find a way, there's no way they can defeat me in battle when they do," A strange voice said. Suddenly, Second felt as if someone hit him on the head. He opened his eyes. "Huh? Where am I?" Second asked himself. Second looked around, he was in a dark black room, yet somehow he could see perfectly fine. "Yes, master Wither, but what if they find away through your plan before you become powerful enough?" Another voice said. This one seemed to be the Wither guys assistant. "Are you calling me weak?" Wither asked in a threatening tone. "N-no master, no o-one is as p-powerful as y-you..." the assistant said nervously. "Good, or I would have sliced you head of and put it with the other," Wither said. The assistant seemed to shiver with fear. "But I'm to tired to do it right now... but remember, right now," he added

 This Wither guy must be terrible. I wonder what their plan could be. Whatever it is, it's definitely  bad. Second thought. "It doesn't matter, the virus spreading and I'm getting more powerful by the day as more sticks become weak! How exciting is that!" Wither said. So he's the one behind the quanli virus... he must be a psychopath. Second thought. "V-very exciting master," the assistant replied. "Why did you stutter? Do you not think my plan is brilliant?" Wither asked, "n-no master, I-I think it's and a-amazing plan..." the assistant replied. "Liar," Wither said. And with a snap of a finger, the assistant's head was detached from his body. The head laying on the floor. "Useless," Wither muttered.

 Second wanted to run over and stop Wither, but when he tried, he couldn't move. "Why can't I move!" Second shouted, but no one seemed to hear him. So they can't hear me, and I can't move... what is this? Second thought. "Hopefully the virus spreads faster, then I'll be able to take control of the entire world in no time," Wither said with a smile. The smug smile someone used when they were planning something bad. Then he yawned. "Well, maybe I'll do that after a little nap."

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 TSC woke up, his breathing heavy. He tried his best to recall what happened in that dream. No, nightmare, yeah, nightmare seemed like a better word, but it still didn't really describe what happened and what he saw and heard. It was like a vision, maybe, a terrible vision. 

 Second sighed. He got out of the tent and looked for a place to sit and clear his head. He did this sometimes when he was in Hollow Head Kingdom and he couldn't sleep at night because of something. Whether it was some problem the royal family had to solve or else the citizens wouldn't be or something else. Sometimes, when he didn't know what to do, couldn't decide, or had too much in his head, he would go to the royal garden and try to clear his head. But if the time of day was night, then he would get up from his bed and go to the balcony he had connected to his room.