The Chosen One was out of breath. The Dark Lord had eventually lost him, but it cost Chosen a few wounds. He was currently holding his head, the side of it dripping with blood, same with one of his arms. He got his ass kicked for sure.
The Chosen One sat down behind a tree, leaning up against it as he let out a breath he had been holding. His head ached. He needed to save his brother— and his brothers friends— but how? He couldn't defend himself against The Dark Lord, how was he supposed to defend himself against him again, plus with the backup of Victim's Mercenaries?
He needed to somehow get past unnoticed, as a full on assault would be his demise. But how did he get by with all of that security? He wasn't known to be very... stealthy.
The Chosen One took a breath, then looked at the Command Block Staff. "Help me out here..." He said. Nothing happened. He frowned. Something had to- he needed the help—
And just as he thought that, a stack of potions appeared. He picked them up and a sort of hotbar appeared above his head. He was able to place the potions in it. They were... invisibly potions. Perfect! He could use those.
The Chosen One opened the familiar portal back to the Outernet, falling from the sky it seemed when he arrived. He adjusted himself, pushing his hands down as he balanced himself in the sky, then made his way toward the city.
The Chosen One rubbed his eyes when he arrived, adjusting to the sun and bright lights. Always had been very bright around the Outernet. The Chosen One walked around town, noting the few wanted signs still up. He didn't bother to try and tear them down, who cared if he was seen? Most locals around were too busy minding their own business to even notice the similarity in the wanted poster and him.
Right. Don't get sidetracked. Get to Rocket.
But how was he supposed to breach it on his own? Even with the potions... he'd need some help. And with the Color Gang locked up, he didn't have many options. He could try and ally The Dark Lord again, but The Chosen One doubted the dude would trust him. What was another option?
He thought for a moment, pacing a bit before getting an idea. If his idea was good enough... if the person he had in mind was willing to help... it would work. He ran off to find him.
The Chosen One had to sneak into a rich-ass neighborhood, approaching a familiar house. He wondered where he knew this... hm...
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He knocked sharply on the door, waiting for an answer. He could hear the locks click inside as a familiar stick-man open the door. The stick-man had a grey bandana, and was a hollow-head just like Chosen.
"Emerald, I need your help."
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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.
