Three years after The Dark Lord's defeat, The Chosen One is still haunted by the grief of his best friend-but when he discovers that The Dark Lord's Virabands were in the hands of a mysterious figure, he gets suspicious. Suddenly, the entire Outerne...
It has been 3 years since the battle between The Chosen One and The Dark Lord.
The Chosen One remembered it like it was yesterday; eliminating the virabot from destroying his creator's computer, the intense fight that almost led him to his demise, and the green laser.
He still has chills thinking about it. The kid was the one who erased The Dark Lord, thus saving the whole internet. But after all that, why - why did he feel a little regret for The Dark Lord?
The Chosen One knew that he wasn't supposed to. The Dark Lord's plans were becoming too extreme, even for him. Besides, Alan created him to be his enemy. But he was his lifelong friend for 9 years. The feeling felt foolish. But he wasn't a fool. He wasn't created to be a fool. He missed him. But it needed to be done.
As The Chosen One flew over the city, he looked down to see the crowd of mortals enjoying their lives. He couldn't even catch one break in his life. Somehow, he couldn't bear it but felt jealous. They were lucky. They didn't know about the dangers that were going to haunt them forever.
He continued to fly until-an idea sparked. What if he looked around in the city? Come to think of it, he never genuinely stepped a foot into the city before.
With a mix of jealousy on the mortals, there was a hint of curiosity brewing in The Chosen One. The only time that he truly went in the city was when he was getting chased by the mercenaries; what another scary time.
It was settled. The Chosen One started soaring towards one of the streets, which caught a lot of local's attention. As he landed, an aura of fire encircling him, the crowd became frightened. Some figures ran away, while some watched from a safe distance assessing if he was some sort of threat to them. He felt all eyes leaning towards him, which made remorse fly through his mind. It reminded him of how The - NO! The Chosen One briefly shook his head. No need for his emotions to get the best of him again. Not this time.
The hollowhead dismissed the crowd and started walking down the block, focusing on the surroundings around him; the ear-deafening honking of cars, the tall buildings, the sound of chattering people. And of course, unwanted attention. It was unnerving, but what did The Chosen One expect others to react seeing a stick figure like him?
The Chosen One continued to stroll around until he reached a corner which made him stop in his tracks. Before him was a narrow, sketchy backstreet branching off from the main road, lined with small marts. Coming out of the shadows was a peculiar muted blue-gray stick figure. They emerged, draped in a long ribbon-like coat with heart-shaped tails, a creme and red poncho on top of the coat, and one matching heart-shaped hair clip. Something about them was strange...
The stick figure paused suddenly as they glanced around cautiously before slipping their arms beneath their poncho, as if concealing something precious. The Chosen One studied their movements from a distance. What are they hiding? His suspicions grew, narrowing his gaze. Slowly, the figure pulled from their poncho two black wristbands that gleamed faintly in the dim light-a deep, menacing crimson.
It clicked. Realization hit The Chosen One like a bullet. His breath caught in his throat. No... how...? What the figure held was not just any wristbands, it was a weapon-the weapon. The most powerful weapon in the world that he thought got destroyed along with his best friend. The very weapon that was going to be used for world domination.
The Dark Lord's Virabands.
The Chosen One froze, eyes fixed on the Virabands. Before he could react, the blue-gray figure's gaze was locked on him, which gave him sudden chills. It was as if they knew he was there the whole time-like they knew who he was. Without a moment's hesitation, the figure darted into the street.
The Chosen One shook his head. He launched himself into the air, a trail of fire following him. In an instant, he blasted off into the busy street. The city blurred, with his only focus being the figure...and the virabands. That was all that mattered to him.
Every time he got close to catching them, the figure escaped, taking sharp turns and weaving through the city like it was their maze. He pushed himself harder, yet no matter how fast he flew, the figure stayed one step ahead, like they anticipated his every move. It was impossible. How is this figure faster than him?
They suddenly veered left into a narrow alley between two towering buildings. He landed, cracking the concrete beneath his feet. Finally, the figure was trapped.
The Chosen One hastily sprinted in with his heart pounding, until-no one. The alley was empty. The figure.
Gone.
The Chosen One couldn't believe his eyes. He took another step, scanning the alley to see if the figure was hiding. They just vanished into thin air. But how? He stopped to catch his breath, and he tilted his head. Maybe it was just nothing but a trick of his mind, carried by the grief still weighing on him.
He shook his head and lightly slapped himself on the cheek. He needed to stop letting his emotions get the best of him. The Chosen One forced himself to walk back toward the main street.
Just as he was about to take a step into the sunlight, the ground lightly shook. Him and the locals around him stopped in their tracks, some gasping in shock. At first, it was just a faint tremor. Then the air flickered. His surroundings slowly started to warp. The Chosen One bolted out of the alley, his eyes darting from building to building, seeing if they would glitch too. And he was right.
He and others watched as a tall building glitched, and the surrounding buildings started flashing. The ground shook harder than before-suddenly the glass windows broke. Everyone around him screamed, running away from the glitched building. Shards of glass cracked and fell, shattering on the floor, like a pile of dangerous diamonds. The Chosen One ran towards the building to catch the people who were inches away from getting stabbed by the shards. He glanced back at the building, which was glitching, and soon the other buildings around began flashing and glitching. He watched as people scurried out of the structures, panicked.
The Chosen One finally understood what was going on. The city's glitching. And maybe soon enough, the whole Outernet will glitch.
It had to connect with the blue-gray figure and the Virabands. But, he needed to find out how the glitches were happening, who that figure was, and-most importantly-what they planned to do with The Dark Lord's Virabands.
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