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The Chosen One watched Alan and his friends furtively for a long time. Envied, nervous, rejoiced for them. And once, having come to his usual place to see them again, he suddenly realized that he was experiencing something more than just friendship or something like that for the animator. Black denied these new feelings for a long time, but then he simply resigned himself and took it for granted and that he could not change.

This

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Is

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LOVE

After defeating the ViraBot and eliminating the Dark Lord, and Orange, Blue, Yellow, Green and Red came to their senses after what happened a few minutes later, TCO turned to Alan and not knowing where to start, he decided to say everything at once. Even if they throw in him with wet rags and drive him out of here, he will say it all the same, because he can no longer keep everything in himself.

"Forgive me, I was an idiot! I love you! I know you have a wife and you hate me for everything what i did but..."

Stickmen looked at Black in amazement, as if he had just turned into a ghost.

*long uncomfortable silence*

"I did what i had to do and I'm leaving now".

TCO was already returning to a broken wall when he was suddenly called.

"Wait!"- typed Alan and TCO stopped -"I forgive you. I don't hate you, on the contrary, I love you as my creation!"

TCO didn't believe what the animator said.

Because after all that he has done, all the problems that he personally created, he is suddenly forgiven.

"But it may be that this is just a trick and then Alan will say that he was joking or something like that and the animator just wants to hurt me harder, right into the very depths of my soul", thought Black.

TCO snuggle close to the screen without taking his eyes off Alan's beautiful brown eyes.

"Is it true?"

"Of course! I'm glad you changed"- wrote Alan and Black hugged his cursor.

Since then, TCO began to live in a computer along with other stickmen, and he began to provide various signs of attention to Alan. That is, he did not let the cursor out of his arms, made compliments, and also sent vulgar jokes a couple of times to him, making Alan embarrassed.

I did this\(≧▽≦)/and not without the help of Google translator, for which I thank him separately

(ノ´з`)ノI adore you!

And this was my first and probably last fan fiction about Alan and his stickmen (in English of course)人(_ _*)

Sorry for such a short story. My fantasy has run dry (which is a complete lie and it’s even good, otherwise it would be horror in every sense of this word)
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Thanks for reading!

Joke! I have another fan fiction, but now I'm thinking about the second.

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