Animation Vs Animator/Minecraft Short Stories

TCO n TDL - Tired, aren't you?

Fluff, occuring angst/emotional appeal
TW: Death

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Chosen and Dark have been in the same home for a while now. They've had conflicts, issues, but they still stayed with each other. They sometimes relied on each other like siblings, but they still had a small rivalry between each other.

At that moment, Dark was on his desk preparing the idea of Virabots. Chosen was completely unaware of it, but he thought he was making something decent for once. It was late at night, around 10 at the time.

"Hey, you're still giving a design for this mech? It looks shitty." Chosen jokingly mocks the other hollow headed stickman, as Dark scoffs.

"You have never seen another mastermind like me, trust the process!" Dark grins with his sharp teeth, slightly crooked but still a good smile.

Chosen sighs and takes a glance at the blueprint on the desk of Dark's creation. To him, it wasn't much. To Dark, it was for their future. His beliefs were strong.

"Hey, it's late. Maybe you should head to bed, man." Chosen tells him, as Dark starts to frown. No, Chosen couldn't fall for those stupid little eyes. He's gotten used to Dark's little pleads to stay up.

Before Dark even got the chance to beg for him to stay up longer, Chosen closed his mouth before it could open. Dark's whiny muffles turned into annoyed ones, as his expression turned into a grumpy look. "Come on, stop doing that." Chosen spoke

Chosen could hear Dark trying desparately to yell out 'please', which made him roll his eyes. He pushes Dark away, making his chair roll with him. "Oh, come on! Just for today!" Dark grumbled.

He didn't want Dark to get away with another overnighter, so he kept denying his begs. After what seemed to be forever, he grabbed Dark by the hair. Not gentle, but a bit harsh.

Dark yelped and looked up at him, his expression turning angry as if he took this as a sign of violence. Chosen seemed unphased, his expression wasn't too angry like Dark's.

"Stop." Chosen simply spoke.
"Stop!? Look at yourself, stop yanking my hair!" Dark yelled, about to throw an entire fireball at Chosen from his palm.

A few seconds passed, and Dark started to understand that Chosen just wanted.. no, needed Dark to go to bed. Dark stopped his aggression and sat down on his chair with shame.

"Come on, you're going to bed." Chosen spoke, grabbing Dark's wrist and making him get up. Dark can only follow Chosen upstairs in their home and enter his bedroom.

Dark sat down on his bed, crossing his arms and frowning. "Oh, please. Stop acting like this is a big deal." Chosen spoke, shaking his head left and right as if he's slightly disappointed in Dark.

Dark frowned a little more, his eyes softening. "You're probably just going to leave me here and expect me to sleep instantly. You'd just slam the door on me and think that I'd be asleep." He speaks a little softly, looking away from Chosen.

Chosen's face turned from annoyed to concerned. He didn't think of it that way, he thought he was being a good friend, instead he was the ignorant brother in the house.

He took some time standing there before he walked back to Dark's direction. He sat on his bed and faced Dark with a bland expression.

"The fuck are you doing?" Dark hissed.

"I'm going to wait until you go to bed." Chosen simply replied.

It took Dark a small amount of time before he cracked a grin. He snorted and laughed, making Chosen feel offended and confused.

"What? I don't want to leave like usual."

"Oh, Chosen. You're funny." Dark sighed, ending his childish laughing so soon.

"You think I'm going to instantaneously sleep with you right here?" He scoffed, "As if."

Chosen only grumbles as he listens, turning his head away. He had a small urge to take in affection towards Dark, but he knew that he would view that as a joke.

He lays Dark down, tucking him in to the bed. Dark was confused from his sudden actions of care.

"What are you doing now?" Dark asks.

"Tucking you in. I almost never did this." Chosen replies.

As Chosen expected, Dark lets out an amused giggle. Dark didn't take Chosen seriously because Chosen never took him seriously.

Chosen places a hand on Dark's head gently, making him quite confused. He stayed in that position before caressing his hair. Dark was questioning his actions.

Chosen started to hum a soft melody to him, tangling his fingers in Dark's messy red hair. His singing was gentle, he would always hum whenever he was alone. Now that he had someone with him, all he had to do was embrace that comforting feeling he gave himself to someone else.

Dark was about to ask verbally, but he soon melted into the comfort. His eyelids got heavier, his body relaxed much more. He hasn't ever felt this sort of comfort in a long time, he felt like he could experience this forever.

Chosen noticed how Dark was starting to relax, smiling softly. He always viewed Dark as his annoying little brother, but he also had this point of view of him in his mind that told him that Dark mattered to him so much. He was obviously annoying and loud, but he can be vulnerable.

He loved him like he was his brother, someone he was stuck with. Someone he was in the same roof with and couldn't leave each other's sides because of reasonable things.

In what seemed to be minutes, Dark was already sound asleep. Chosen admired his drowsed form. He adored him, he wanted to tell Dark that he truly cared for him. He just didn't know how. He didn't know how to appreciate and express affection verbally.

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In a flick of his head, that entire memory faded. His shaky and trembling fingers tangling in Dark's red hair one last time. He sobs and cradles Dark in his arms, the blood of Dark dripping from his fingertips.

"I'm sorry." Chosen sobs, his voice choked by his own tears.

His teeth clench, looking down at Dark's lifeless eyes. Burnmarks all over him, his clothes ripped and burnt from the impact of Second's attack.

He wished he wouldn't feel this sort of grief.

No hero can cry over the villain's death.
As a matter of fact, Chosen didn't even feel like the hero.

Even if he tried his best to stop Dark from ending the world, he regret hurting him. He regret the times when he didn't get the chance to say that he cared for him so much.

It just felt so wrong to see him die like this.

All he did was just stare.

He shouldn't feel like this,
but he can't help it.

"I wish I could have said something."
Chosen sniffles, his breath hitching with every inhale he takes.

"I wish I could have told you that I really cared."

He hugs his once close friend's lifeless body tightly, embracing the feeling of what is called regret.

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1192 words

This is rushed, its also a draft