The Dark Lord walked inside, right up to Victim's office, where he had been arguing with his mercenaries. He paused to see The Dark Lord just- walk in. Was he stupid? Or looking for something? "Hey-hey, bro!" Dark grinned, sitting down in the unoccupied office chair behind the desk. He spun around in it, despite it being Victim's seat.
"You- what do you want?" Victim asked, turning towards The Dark Lord. Logically, he should call security to lock The Dark Lord up, but if he was just sitting there, he may have a good reason to. "Oh, nothing! I just... wanted to know how good you guys are with technology?" The Dark Lord smirked. Victim tilted his head to the side. "Very good. What are you proposing?"
"You help me out a little! You'll redesign my Vira-Bots with what I couldn't." The Dark Lord responded, kicking his legs up on the desk. "And in return?" Victim asked once more. The Dark Lord shrugged. "I'll get you The Chosen One, and that orange idiot and his friends. Deal?" He kept spinning around in the chair, until Victim held his hand out and stopped it from spinning. "Firstly, get out of my chair. Secondly, deal." He held out his hand to shake. The Dark Lord shook his head, stood up and gave him a model of a Vira-Bot cut in half.
"And how do I know you won't betray my trust?" Victim questioned. The Dark Lord tilted his head and smiled. "Maybe you should've asked that before you said 'deal.' Oh- and..." He turned to leave. "You don't. You'll just have to hope you can." Then The Dark Lord left. He probably felt real badass. In truth, Victim was just confused. "The fuck?" He asked simply.
Meanwhile, The Chosen One just turned to look at the man in front of him. "Uh... hi?" The Chosen One waved. The orange stranger only tilted his head. "That doesn't answer my question. He said.
"Wait... what was your question?" The Chosen One chuckled nervously.
"Who the hell are you!?"
"I'm me!"
"I already hate you."
"Well that's rude."
The Chosen One huffed. He looked around. "Where am I?" He asked. "Who the hell are you, first." The stranger replied. The Chosen One tilted his head to the side. "Fine, okay. I'm The Chosen One. Call me Cho'." He held out his hand for a shake. The orange stick figure stared at him warily before shaking his hand.
"Orange. Now I hate to be snippy, but I need you to leave." The man said. The Chosen One looked confused. "Huh? Why?" He asked. Orange just nodded outside. "There are wanted posters of a guy who looks a hell ton like you. They're starting to get taken down, but still."
Wanted posters. Those would be up again a soon. The Chosen One sighed. "Okay, I'll cut to the chase. Rocket wants me to do some freaky shit for 'em. Experiments. I was taking refuge in my little brother's, The Second Coming's, computer. Found a portal looking thing and walked through, here I am."
Orange seemed to calm down. "Related to Second?" He asked. Then seemed to confirm the question himself. "Okay. Well, Cho', welcome to my home. I apologize for the mess. My son is cleaning up his room as we speak, and we have stuff to do today."
The Chosen One just smiled and shrugged. "Nah, it's cool. Who's your kid?" Orange just turned to a room. "Purple, close friend of mine." He turned back to The Chosen One.
"I ought to let you go. If you want to hear back, go ahead." He nodded to the basement, where the portal lay. The Chosen One looked around. "Yeah, I probably should. Mind helping me get back?" He asked, and Orange nodded. They walked through the portal and Orange led him some of the way, letting The Chosen One walk the rest.
Purple was alone in the house, cleaning. He heard the portal. "Hey, dad!" He said, looking behind him. The stick-figure behind him wasn't his dad. Not Red, either. He looked like The Second Coming. "Sec'? Did you dye your skin or something?" He leaned the broom against the wall.
"I'm not Second. I've got a few questions." The stranger responded. "Did you happen to see your dad with another hollow-head?" He asked, leaning down in front of Purple. Purple tilted his head, then nodded. "Oh, yeah! They're in the Nether at the moment. You'll catch my dad coming back, the one he was with is probably gone. Sorry." Purple went back to cleaning.
"Got it. Thanks, kid." The Dark Lord yawned, turned and left through the portal, taking a different route to avoid confrontation with Orange. Sadly, the former king noticed him, and paused. The Dark Lord just kept walking, either avoiding Orange or just simply didn't see him. Either way, Orange found it odd, so he turned on his heel and headed back towards Alan's computer.
When The Chosen One got back, no one had noticed his disappearance. They were shocked to see him come out of the portal. "Jeez, Chosen! We were wondering where you were." Second said, smiling when he saw him. "Red's on dinner duty tonight. Should be done soon, come on!" Just as they were about to leave, Orange walked through the portal. Second waved. "Oh. Hello again." The Chosen One said simply.
"Hey, some weird dude who looks like you two's following me back, heads up." Orange noted. Second gave a thumbs up. The Chosen One frowned. Dark was on his tail already? "Good to know. We'll be on the lookout."
"No, I mean like, he's right here."
"Huh?"
The Chosen One blinked, then came to realization. "Oh- you mean like- oh." He sighed. He couldn't even get a DAY without drama. He wondered if The Dark Lord had his Vira-Bots again. Probably.
"Well, again, thanks for letting us know. We'll look out for him." The Chosen One nodded to Orange, then turned and left to eat dinner.
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🕷️|The Next Battle
FanfictionThe Chosen One, escaping from Victim, has accidentally unleashed a villain that'll be a pain in his ass. So naturally, he calls up his younger brother to deal with it for him... Again.
