Yippee.
The Color Gang was shoved into the back of a van, their ankles changed to the bottom of their seats and their hands cuffed. Their inventories were cleared, and the staff boxed up their items in a titanium triple locked box, labeled AR. S-28.
"What does that mean?" Yellow asked a guard, who looked over. "You don't need to know." The guard answered. A 2D looking man with a 2D coffee mug entered. Wasn't surprising. The van was pretty large, with a trunk for storage, and prisoners, apparently, and a drivers area as well as some seats in the middle with a latch to the right.
"Eh, lighten up! Well, yeah, it's classified, but it's just labels we use to keep track of stuff. As for the abbreviation 'AR,' ya don't need to worry about that!" The guy said. Green titled his head toward him. "Who are you?" He asked. The 2D figure looked over. "Hazard, nice to meet ya, buddy. Welcome to your new home!"
As Hazard said this, the van came to a stop. Doors could be heard slamming shut.
The trunk doors opened as the Color Gang were unchained by the ankles, but the handcuffs stayed. Three guards for the five of them, and by the way Blue's shoulders were tensed, it seemed he wanted to run into one and cause a riot. Yellow found this unethical and gave him a warning glance, shaking his head barely enough to be noticed. Luckily, Blue got the hint and relaxed himself.
A familiar stick-figure appeared. Like The Chosen One, but Grey. The grey stick tilted his head to them, then turned to Hazard. "Put them in containment. Split them up." He looked over all them, then pulled out grey uniforms, prison uniforms. Grey, yes, but barely a bit blue, to make a gloomy, dull and darkish color of a sort. What was the name of it? Yellow knew. Arapawa, yes. Of course he knew.
They put on the outfits. On them were some sort of classifications. They were certainly being split up. Yellow was labeled 'ARPRO. B-18.' Red was labeled 'ANTA. F-7.' Green was labeled as 'S. V-45.' Blue was labeled as 'PASI. A-10.' And finally, The Second Coming was labeled 'PT. J-96.' Yellow wondered what these labels meant. He wanted to know. Perhaps someone will tell them.
"Right, you five. You'll be separated from here on out. You best say your goodbyes now, you won't be seeing each other again." The grey stick said. The group looked at each other. They would see each other again. But either way, they gave each other a tight hug before being dragged off to their new homes.
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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.
