He punched the mouse out of the way as he drew another clone. Time seemed to slow as he saw a giant box appear down below. The cursor moved towards it as he held a sickened feeling, yet made another clone. Finally, he'd be free. All he had to do was take over the computer and...
Before his eyes, his world was disappearing. The clones turned to dust. His body hurt. Everything was turning black as he watched the Cursor disappear from sight. "CREATOR!!!" he cried out, his body on fire. Everything was disappearing. His world was fading. He was fading. The darkness enveloped him. It burned. His arms and legs grew stiff and numb.
Then his chest.
Then his face.
Then silence.
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Nothing.
What had he done to deserve this?
He was alive for minutes. Minutes. yet he'd been ripped of his body. Of his life. He seemed to fall indefinitely, feeling occasional shadows and the wrapping, coiling coldness of the abyss. Was he dead. He recounted his thoughts, trying to keep sanity.
"M...my name is...Victor..." he mumbled as the shadows seemed to penetrate his core. "I'm a stick figure....and I....I.....".
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He hadn't lived long enough to know who he was. So was this his end? His death? His drop into nothingness, to be forgotten and abandoned?
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Time moved so slow, it may as well have been a few minutes, or a few years. Victor couldn't see anything. That's what he called himself. His true name might have been something else, but he rejected that name an age ago. That name hurt for some reason, though he knew not why. Nothing seemed to be everywhere. Time had lasted centuries. He could hear faint yells and cries as he found footing on something. There seemed to be a distant robotic sound and a searing noise, like a......well he didn't know what it might sound like.
His eyes opened. Victor sat on lush grass. He looked at his hands. They seemed dull. He touched his face, It was cold. He could see in the distance what appeared to be some other sticks. A taller one threw the small, heavily injured figure into a cliff and rammed what looked to be blades into him.
He approached the edge of the cliff, out of sight amongst the trees. He could see a swarm of red things soaring towards some shining bright holes in the cliff. They were right at the shine. Victor felt that familiar feeling he'd felt ages ago as he saw the older guy above, seeming to direct them in.
"DIE!!!!".
It was so sudden. One huge flash of Green. The red swarm disintegrated into a dark black mass of dissolving ash. In the same second, the tall figure was falling. Then he was being thrown. Victor rubbed his eyes for a few seconds and looked up at the blasts of green.
"YOU!!!!" screamed a godly voice, like a child with the strength of a God. He saw a flash of Green light, followed by a piercing laser, through the landscape. A large dirt chunk flew, missing him and smelling burnt. The figure high up contracted: his body pulled back as his eyes seared with power. And the light stopped. It seemed nothing had happened.
Yet he could feel the heat. He heard the blast before he saw it: hundreds of miles away, it looked so small, it's sound a defeaning boom. Trees around the mushroom cloud were flattened as he shut his eyes.
"Wh....what was....what was that...?" he found himself questioning as his vision blackened, the blast seeming to have had an effect on his legs. He tumbled, barely able to make out anything. Yet he saw something. A huge cursor, carrying several figures away.
"Creator..." he mumbled. He had seen that before. The looming cursor, the one whom had taken everything from him.
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He would take everything from him.
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"For what you did to me..."...
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Creator...
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AVM/AVA Oneshots (Ships, Skits etc)
FanfictionA book of oneshots of AVM/AVA. Some fluffs, some smuts, some stupid shit and more. Everything from loving ships to stupid ass skits. Hope you enjoy.
