If Things Were Different | AvA/M

He doesn't care

(Everythings the same, except Dark is now the youngest :))

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Being in that chest was terrible for Chosen, but being a slave for his own creator was worse, he saw that his creator had another stick figure with him. Chosen envied that stick figure. He was in this chest for hours. He would cry, but he would feel vulnerable if he'd cry, he was already vulnerable enough as it is. 

Suddenly he was out of the chest and onto the Google screen. His creator, Alan was there. He was looking straight at him. Chosen felt suddenly small and vulnerable, even though he felt like this every time. 

Chosen saw that the gray stick figure was with him, he was looking at him too. the ball he was chained up too was flung and he fell. he was suddenly right in front of the purple and gray stick figures feet.

"Wow, he's smaller than I thought." The gray stick commented. "Yeah, but you were this small too once Victim." Alan says. "Don't call me that!" Victim yells. "Okay, Vic." 

Suddenly Alan grabs one of Chosen's arms. "Go finish clearing those ads." Alan says, tossing Chosen over to the ads. 

Chosen sits up and starts clearing the ads. 

Time passed, which seemed like forever, as Alan and Victim came up to him. "Times up. Come on, back to your chest." Alan says, grabbing the ball and lifting it in the air. Chosen dangled helplessly as they brought him back to the chest. 

And finally, the day was over, or was it night? Who knows. Chosen was going back to the chest, whether he liked it or not.

But then an ad popped up. It said, 'freedom.' Chosen's attention was fully on that now he wriggled around in Alan's grasp, Alan let go as if he wasn't even carrying him at all. 

Chosen sprinted towards the freedom ad, and hopped up to reach it. He tried his best to press it, but how ever hard he tried, he failed. it was out of reach. Suddenly Alan made Chosen's powers burn it. Chosen screamed. 

"NOOO!" He exclaimed, turning to Alan and threw a fireball towards him. Alan dodged effortlessly. Chosen's powers were suddenly taken away once more, and he couldn't fight. He realized that above him was options. Was he seriously a symbol? And not a normal stick figure?! 

But Chosen took that for advantage. 

He pressed, 'Release pop-up ad-blocker' and suddenly, he felt more powerful than ever before.

He noticed Victim's disbelieving expression, but ignored it. He was going to destroy their home, and find freedom.

He was suddenly in Alan's essay page. He immediately started to chomp on the letters. "HEY STOP!" Alan's yell could be heard. Chosen ignored it. He ate more, but Alan started to kick him. He laser beamed Alan, then went back to eating all the words he could manage. Until a weird paper clip thing was seen out of no where. 

He decided to ignore it, and he kept eating the letters.

The paper clip then started to beat Chosen, but Chosen fought back effortlessly. 

The fight kept on going forever, until, he saw a red stick figure

"HEY! YOU!" He called.

"WHAT!?" Chosen called back.

"STOP THAT, OR ILL KILL YOU!" The red stick figure challenged.

Chosen hesitated, but before he could react, he was attacked.

the two fought, and fought, but no one won yet.

suddenly the red stick figure was vulnerable, he raised his hands up in surrender as Chosen neared.

"Please! I surrender! Don't kill me!" He exclaimed in fear.

"Okay. By the way, I'm Chosen, we can team up? That purple stick over there," Chosen says, pointing at Alan, who was currently playing solitaire. "He doesn't care, he made you just to kill me, but, once you do, what would be your purpose next?" Chosen asks the red stick.

"Uhm... I don't know? I thought he liked me." The red stick says. "He doesn't as you can clearly tell." Chosen responds. "Oh." The red stick replies. "Well, what's your name?" Chosen asks, looking at the red stick figure shyly now.

"I am The Dark Lord, but call me Dark" Dark says. "Cool." Chosen replies. "Wanna take revenge on Alan, our 'creator'?" "YES." Dark says, summoning his fire. 

But just then a gray stick figure hops next to them, Victim. "HEY! GUYS! WHAT ARE YOU ABOUT TO DO?!" Victim yells, he looked panicked. "We're gonna destroy this computer!" Dark announces with determination. "What!?" Victim exclaimed. "Please! This is my only home! Alan said he doesn't care what happens to me... I don't wanna die with him!" Victim begs. 

"What? He doesn't care what happens to you?" Chosen asks, sounding rather taken aback. "He never did! Why would I be named Victim!?" Victim exclaims with a hint of anger. "I thought he liked you... because, he's always with you when... when I was a slave." Chosen says, saying the last part in a whisper. 

"I would hang around him when he made you clear ads, because I wanted a chance to... to meet you. But I never had, because... well... I was nervous." Victim admits.

Chosen looks at Dark, then back at Victim. "But please... don't destroy his home, I live here, we can try to convince Alan into seeing that we aren't just some sort of virus or some useless symbols, but actual sentient, alive, stick figures, like Alan himself." Victim says to the two. 

Dark and Chosen look at each other as if discussing what to do through their minds.

Then Chosen spoke up. "Okay. But if Alan makes a wrong move, we wont hesitate to attack." Chosen agrees, patting Dark's shoulder as if to urge him to agree. Dark nods. 

Victim lets out a sigh of relief. "Okay." Victim replies, grabbing Chosen's and Dark's hands, and leading them towards Alan, who seemed to still be playing solitaire.