I'm trying guys. You know how I am, I'll write good for a while, then I can't write anymore... sigh. However, I made this chapter longer to make up for it!! Yippee!!
It took The Chosen One several minutes to explain the situation to the other hollowhead, sitting down in Emerald's downstairs living room and taking a glass of water.
"And how would I be able to help you?" The other stick asked with a tilt of his head, holding his glass of water as if he were a king. Rich people... weird. The Chosen One held up the potions. "These make us go invisible for a few minutes. I've got a lot of them, but because of how long they last, like, 3 is need per person. And there's six of us, not including you... so we would need 18 potions. I've got 22, so if you could take an extra 3 and help us from the outside..."
Emerald stopped him there. "I'm hearing a lot more about these potions than whatever plan you have in mind. Do you have a plan in mind?" He asked. The Chosen One thought for a moment. No, he didn't. "Uh... no. I don't. But I can make one. Wanna do a montage so the viewer doesn't hear the plan?"
Emerald nodded. "Yes, it's a great way to cover the fact that the creator of this Wattpad has no idea what to do and is just gonna improvise along the way."
"I know, right?"
The Chosen One scouted the area a bit, looking to Emerald, who nodded. He held a wired remote of sort. "Ready on your mark." Emerald said. The Chosen One nodded as he got ready. Emerald told him they were most likely in containment cells, so if The Chosen One remembered right... West Wing. Got it. He gave Emerald a thumbs up, and Emerald pressed the button on the remote, and a distance away an explosion occurred.
There was a bit of commotion before the Mercenaries gathered. The explosion was made to look specifically like The Chosen One's doing, to draw the Mercenaries out. As soon as their jets left, The Chosen One chugged a potion and jumped down, sliding in the door before it closed. He kept close to the walls even with the potion, he wouldn't underestimate the technology in the building. He took as many lefts as he could find, until he found glass double doors. Seemed like a good sign.
The Chosen One opened the doors and slipped through them, closing them softly behind him before looking around. In front of him was a long hallway with several doors to the sides. He looked at the first one. It was labeled in letters. He wondered what they meant. He turned to the end of the hallway. A large office behind closed doors.
The Chosen One had his next potion at ready as he cracked the door open, making sure no one was inside before entering and looking around. No cameras. Must've been an office of a higher-up. The Chosen One rummaged through the file cabinets, finding a paper addressing what the strange labels on the containment cells meant. He couldn't find any files on the Color Gang, besides Blue— labeled PAS. Passive. He held up the sheet with the label meanings and folded it, tucking it into his jacket. It seemed to disappear.
Invisibility was strange to comprehend himself. No one could see even a shimmer of him until he touched something, so the only hints would be the ground shimmering and sounds he made. Heavy breathing wouldn't work well for him— so he got in the habit of breathing light and taking slow breathes. He walked towards the nearest containment cell. S. Containment. Green liked music, yes? He might've been labeled S. He was sound associated.
The Chosen One slipped a keycard and opened the door, entering a glass area. A few stick-men turned in a panic. The Chosen One was still invisible, so they rushed past him to catch whatever culprit there was. The Chosen One used the keycard once more to open the containment cell, closing the door behind him and stepping inside, looking for Green.
Inside was... a sad sight. Very empty.. besides a few. One, strange looking— droopy-like creature. With a closer look, it was a black stickman. Just... liquid? Weird. The Chosen One approached the stranger. The stranger looked up, revealing a pair of white eyes. "Hello." It said. "Are you here to free us?"
Ouch. Well... was he? No, he was here for Green. "I'm not sure, honestly. I don't know you. I don't know what you'll do if I free you. I'm here to free a friend." He responded honestly, and the liquid-like stickman stared at the ground. Well, damn, now Chosen felt bad.
"You won't hurt anyone if I try and sneak you out, right?" The Chosen One asked. The droopy stick-figure looked up again, head tilted to the side. "I couldn't if I tried. Look at me." He lifted his hands. Luckily he didn't drip anything— or else getting caught would be easy. He had brought a few extra invisibility potions...
"Okay. Help me find this one." He pulled out a picture of the Color Gang and pointed to Green. The droopy stick-figure stared at the picture and nodded, then pointed to under the stairway down into the cell. "Green! Green, you over there?" The Chosen One looked over, and Green was there. He must've been half asleep, but quickly awakened to see Chosen.
"Oh, man! Glad you're here... get me the hell out of here!"
"That's the plan, Lettuce. Let's go." The Chosen One tossed both stick figures some invisibility potions before leaving the area, luckily the staff weren't back yet. They crept across the hallway, looking for the next containment. ANAS. That would be Red, Animal Associated.
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Finding most of them were easy. Blue, Yellow and Red were easy to find, now they just needed to get to The Second Coming.
"Do you remember what they said Sec' was?" The Chosen One asked the crew. Yellow thought for a moment. "P... uh..." he tried to think. Blue piped in. "PTSD!" He said. They stared at him, before Red bitch-slapped him, saying; "It was PT."
The Chosen One nodded. Passive Threat... so higher containment. They kept walking until they found the correct area. The Chosen One slipped the keycard in, and his heart almost skipped an entire beat to see The Dark Lord in there. Luckily they were all invisible. "You all go hide, I'll get The Second Coming and meet up." The Chosen One whispered. Now he needed a diversion. The Dark Lord had noticed the door opened and peeked into the hallway.
The Chosen One scanned the area. There were some weapons in lockers in case of an attack. There was also a smoke bomb. Perfect. Hopefully the Color Gang would stay out of the way of the smoke. He slowly opened the locker and grabbed it, and then threw it into the hallway. That certainly got The Dark Lord's attention, whose Vira-Blades shimmered despite the smoke.
The Chosen One opened the containment cell and ran down the stairs to find The Second Coming. "Sec! Come on! Where are you?"
"Cho?"
Someone asked, peaking out. The Chosen One's invisibility potion ran out and he smiled and waved, gave his little brother a hug. "Drink it and quick. We gotta get out of here." The Chosen One said, drinking another potion and giving one to The Second Coming.
They ran out of the area, found the rest of the Color Gang. (Plus their new friend.) The Chosen One gave them each a new potion. They were the last few they had. They needed to be quick. The Chosen One ran with the crew to the exit, how was he supposed to make it out in three minutes?
Well, he didn't.
As soon as they were out, our favorite antagonist appeared once more. "C'mon, Cho, did you really think it would be that easy?"
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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.
