🕷️|The Next Battle

[1] PILOT [1]

Accidents happen.

It was an accident.

It wasn't his fault. It wasn't his fault that he was escaping— away from his psychotic older brother.

It wasn't his fault either that he accidentally opened a cage with his other psychotic brother inside. And now he needed the help of his other-other brother.

Family trees are weird.

The Chosen One was running for his life now, but he wasn't being chased. Back at Rocket, Victim and his Mercenaries were busy trying to hold off whatever danger The Chosen One had accidentally released. At the moment, The Chosen One didn't care. He'd just keep running until he made it home. And when he made it home, he'd pack. And after that, he'd keep running. Maybe Alan will let him stay with him.

But, before continuing, you might need to know what's going on.

So, Once Upon a Time...

Stuck in a box got annoying.

So The Chosen One lured one of the mercenaries in, beat the shit out of 'em, held him hostage, and then escaped. Good plan, in his mind. Until he got lost and slammed right into a door. It was locked, but it was his only hope of hiding, so he had grabbed the first item he found, which happened to be some random hammer, and broke down the door. Hopefully it led to somewhere safe.

It didn't. It led right to the opposite.

Because the mercenaries soon caught up, and froze. By that point, they were so set on closing the door that they didn't care about The Chosen One. So he took his opportunity and ran. Ran for his life.

And now, here he was.

The Second Coming and the group seemed to be just around, exploring, when the portal appeared and The Chosen One showed up. The Second Coming looked over and waved. Chosen waved back. "Hey, it's you! What's up?" One of the stick-figures, Blue, asked. The Chosen One looked around. "I'm kind of on the run right now. Where's Alan?" He asked. Second shrugged. "Out, right now. Not sure where."

The Chosen One frowned. Just great. He sighed. "Okay. Well, look, as I said, I'm on the run. Mind if I crash with you guys for a while?" He asked. They were all quick to agree, and gave Chosen a tour of the computer. "These are all the apps! There-"Second was cut off by The Chosen One. "Trust me, I've met them all before."

The Second Coming just shrugged and kept going, then turning to their large house. He toured him all the rooms. Then brought him to the highest level. The base of The Chosen One's future room was completed. "How do you want it decorated?" Second asked. The Chosen One thought of his room at the old shack. "A lot of black." He said blatantly. The Second One gave a thumbs up. "That's literally no help at all, but hey! Got it!"

So his room was black. Black bed with a nice desk and an AC/DC poster on the wall. (That was his addition. Him and Dark had a special obsession with Highway to Hell when they were younger.)

The Chosen One smiled. He could certainly get used to this type of room. He liked it.

So, he shut off his light, fell asleep.

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Yay! New book! This is from the suggestion of Kiera_Afton !

Sorry for it being kind of short and confusing— I hope you enjoyed the pilot. I think I'm gonna enjoy writing this!

Have a wonderful day or night. (It's currently 2:30AM for me:3)

Love you all, and thanks for reading!