Blue's OneShot Book

Aftermath

The Outernet:

    The Chosen One watched as the cursor flew off with Second and his friends. "How did that kid do that? And why did he act like he had no knowledge of doing it?" Chosen muttered to himself.

    Once they were gone, Chosen ignited his pyrokinesis and flew up to the cliff. As he arrived, the flames began to sputter from his hands and Chosen managed to crash land on the cliff before his flames went out completely. "Well, that's interesting." Chosen muttered to himself as he rose to his feet and walked forward.

    After a short walk, Chosen arrived at the deep path that Second's powers had made. He knew at the end of the path was where The Dark Lord would be. "I should make sure he really is dead and if not finish him myself." Chosen then went to ignite his powers, sighing in annoyance as only small sputters of flames occurred. "What is going on?" He looked down, noticing the scarlet that was on the grass below him.

    Chosen then put his hand to his side and pulled it away, hissing in pain. When he looked at his hand, he discovered his hand was completely covered in scarlet. Walking forward, Chosen made his way over to the shed trying to see if he could find some medical supplies to patch his wound up before he loss too much blood. The longer he walked, the more a limp became prevalent. A scarlet trail lay behind him. Chosen was covered in wounds, the most serious being the one on his side caused by the spikes Dark had fired at him.

    As he arrived at the shed, Chosen sighed realizing that it was too heavily damaged and there probably wouldn't be any medical supplies there or if there were any, they were probably destroyed. He then set off, making his way back to him and Dark's old house. With each step, Chosen lost more and more blood. He held his hand on the wound on his side, trying to apply pressure to stop the bleeding, but it still bled pretty heavily. Slowly, Chosen's vision began to grow blurrier by the moment. He had barely made it to the tree line, before his vision basically grew black and he collapsed to the ground. Darkness crept on to Chosen and in moments the black hollowhead had fallen completely unconscious, blood slowly pooling below him.

Alan's PC:

    The five stick figures arrived back to the PC. They all went over to their house and went inside. In moments, the CG were all chilling in the living room.

    "That was insane." Red sighed as he lay flat on his back on the ground. Reuben trotted over and nuzzled against Red's side.

    "Second, I'm saying it. Your family is crazy." Green came walking in from the kitchen. He was carrying a glass of water and sat down on the couch next to Yellow.

    Second snorted a laugh and slapped Green with a pillow.

    Blue looked over as he snacked on a bit of netherwart. "He speaks truth. Your brothers sure are weird."

    Yellow pushed his glasses up as he looked up from his laptop. "I, for one, am very intrigued by the appearance of more sticks that look like you. I thought you were the only hollowhead, I guess that's what you can be called, it fits. Now, there are three. You and your two chaotic brothers we met. For all we know, there could be many hollowheads out there."

    Green then looked right at Second. "Do you have powers like those other two?"

    "No, I don't." Second shook his head, as he looked at his hands.

    "You still are pretty young, Second. Maybe your powers will develop when you get older." Blue smiled at Second. "I wonder what your powers are like?"

    "Ooo! Maybe you can fly! Shoot fire and lasers! And teleport!" Green bounced on the couch, excitedly.

    "Maybe you can understand animals!" Red happily sat up.