❄️|No Hard Feelings. [prequel to VLC]

(8) Day Four - 2 (8)

⚠️Just a reminder this is NOT a ship. They love each other like brothers, like family, not like that. Please be mindful of that.⚠️

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The day was fun. Again. The Chosen One, three days earlier, would've hated this. But now? He missed his friend. He missed playing games and... not being alone. He suspected the blizzard would've been much worse if he hadn't had The Dark Lord's company. In truth...

He wanted him to stay.

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Later that night, the blizzard had stopped. 8:43PM. The Dark Lord planned on leaving that night.

He had packed all his bags and loaded his red jeep. It was still freezing, and The Chosen One had given him a coat, an extra. Then The Chosen One dared to ask, "Why the rush? You can leave tomorrow morning."

The Dark Lord looked over. "I thought you wanted me gone. I overdid my stay. I should get out of your hair." He continued loading the trunk. The Chosen One titled his head, crossed his arms. "And why do you think that?" He asked, and the other paused. "You want me to stay."

"That's not what I said."

"Well, that's what I heard."

They stared at each other in silence. "It's lonely, being alone." The Chosen One murmured. "I know a thing or two about that." He fiddled with his black wristbands, which only served now as a sheathe for his weapons. They no longer controlled the ViraBots.

The Chosen One took a step back. "Cya, I guess." He took another step back, then turned to walk away, opening the glass door, then the other door. "Wait-" The Dark Lord said abruptly, and The Chosen One turned back. To his surprise, the red stick-figure had pulled him into a tight hug.

The Chosen One didn't know how to respond, and didn't remember wrapping his arms around The Dark Lord as well, but he did. Had The Dark Lord gotten taller? He was at least 2 inches taller than The Chosen One now.

"Did you get shorter?" The Dark Lord asked, and he pulled away. The Chosen One shrugged. "Maybe."

The Dark Lord looked back at the car, deciding. The Chosen One knew he wanted to leave, and he didn't bother pressing it. So he turned to leave again.

"Hold on, what if... you come live back at the house again?" The Dark Lord suggested suddenly. The Chosen One paused. "It would take a while to move..." The Chosen One said, scratching the side of his head.

"I can help!" The Dark Lord grinned. The Chosen One thought for a moment. Would it be a good idea, to move back? He was getting used to living in the mountains, how hard would it be to adjust to the noises and crowds of Stick City? The Chosen One looked up at the red stick-figure, then sighed through his nose. He crossed his arms and nodded.
"You better help me out."

He would be moving back in. He wasn't sure how to feel exactly, but he had the feeling it'd be nice to live with The Dark Lord again.