❄️|No Hard Feelings. [prequel to VLC]

(1) Pilot (1)

The Dark Lord thought it would be a good idea.

They hadn't talked in so long, it had been almost three years now, haven't seen or heard from the other.

So, The Dark Lord took it in him to visit, by surprise. He knew where The Chosen One lived, it was their old winter cabin that neither of them had used. Too many blizzard hazards. Cold enough even their fire wouldn't be able to do much against them.

He didn't bother to pack much, at most, The Chosen One would let him stay a night or two. He packed a couple pairs of warm clothes and left in his jeep.

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Listening to his Metal all the way up the harsh terrain, he was freezing. Even in the car. He turned the heat all the way up, blasted his music and turned the seat-warmer on, he was still a bit cold.

Eventually, he arrived at the old cabin. It was nice, made of logs, two stories with three bedrooms, both of theirs and an office. He wondered what The Chosen One had done with The Dark Lord's bedroom. With that, there was a basement with a bar and pool table, and a dining room and large kitchen, and a living room and balcony. Nice house, that was for sure.

He parked his red jeep behind The Chosen One's black Chevy, and hopped out. It was freezing. And he hadn't bothered to put on huge clothes. Gloves, beanie, a hoodie and sweatpants. He was cold as hell.

The Dark Lord took a deep breath, walked up to the front door, knocked. There wasn't an answer for a moment, before he heard the inside glass door open, and then the wooden door. "Hello, what-" The Chosen One stared at him. The Dark Lord stared at him. Neither said anything, then The Dark Lord grinned and said. "Howdy."

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They both sat in the living room, with two hot cocoas. They had barely talked. "Chosen, I-" Before The Dark Lord could finish his sentence, he was interrupted. "Don't even. I don't want you here. I don't know why you came here." The other stick said harshly, not even looking at him. The Dark Lord nodded slowly, trying not to show how hard that comment had hit him. In truth, he cared about The Chosen One. He was his best- and only- friend.

"...Okay." Was his only response. They sat again in simple silence, until The Chosen One spoke up again. "You leave tomorrow morning." He said abruptly. The Dark Lord again nodded slowly. "Okay." He said again. He just wanted to spend time with his friend.

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Change of plans.

That night on the news, the man reported of a serious blizzard warning. The Chosen One stared at his TV with a hot cocoa in his hands, sighing. He turned the TV off.

As for The Dark Lord, he had went to his old bedroom, and was surprised at the sight.

It was untouched.

It hadn't been changed since him and The Chosen One had come here together when they were younger.

The only change was, it looked well clean. He knew The Chosen One liked to be neat, but he hated The Dark Lord. He'd never clean up after him. Would he?

The Dark Lord felt at the comforter for a moment, then slipped under it and fell asleep.

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Hello, lovelies!

Firstly, this is [ NOT A SHIP. ]

The Chosen One and The Dark Lord's relationship was more brotherly in the past, where it goes now is unsure, but I'm quite sure I don't ship the stick-figures.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this pilot. I'll see how well it goes before making another chapter.