The New Stick Figures

Chapter 1

The Second Coming turned onto his back and stretched before sitting up in his bed and rubbing his eyes and getting up. It was morning now, and he was  just waking up from a completely undisturbed sleep, which has only ever happened since he shut up the others by absolutely blowing them out of the water with his own music skills when they wouldn't stop showing off theirs. The Second Coming walked out of his room to go and wake up the others so that they could start their day the way that they always do. By hanging out for a few minutes and chatting with each other for a while and fooling around a bit.

The Second Coming walked into Green's room and gently shook his shoulder to wake him up. Green blinked open his eyes and yawned as he slowly sat up, rubbing one eye. "Good morning Green." The Second Coming said. Green stretched his arms out in front of him and then turned to Second Coming. "Morning SC. What's up?" Green asked. "It's just time to get up Green. Alan is back so we won't have as much time from now on." SC responded. Green swung his legs over to the edge of the bed and got up while Second Coming backed up a bit so that they wouldn't be too close.

"Alright, let's go wake up the others." Green said with more energy. The two of them went to wake up the others.

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SC had said that he was going to go wake up Red and Green said that he was gonna wake up Blue. When Green opened the door to Blue's room he found that  Blue was already awake and working on some potions, his room filled with the scent of the neather wart that he was constantly using for his potions. "Hey Blue!" Green said as he walked into Blue's room. Blue looked up from his caldron and smiled. "Good morning Green! I didn't think that anybody would be up this early."

Green chuckled and walked right up to Blue. "Well SC woke me up and reminded me that Alan is back so if we want to hang out like we usually do then we better start now." Blue put out the fire underneath the caldron and put away the shovel that he had been using to stir the water in the caldron. "Well, then we should catch up with SC." Blue replied. "Alright, let's go." The two them walked out of Blue's room and walked into the main room to see that The Second Coming was there with both Red and Yellow.

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The Second Coming opened the door out of the space that they lived in and switched to another tab, which was on Facebook, only to stare at the scene before him in shock. The others gasped in surprise at the sight. The tab was a huge mess! It was far worse of a mess than when they all explored the computer for the first time! "What in the name of Alan Becker happened here?!" Red spoke aloud what Second Coming, and most likely everybody else was thinking. "Did something get into the computer like that black stick figure did and make this mess?" Yellow questioned. SC shook his head. "That can't be right, can it?"

Some of the pieces that were messed up began to move, like something was behind it, something alive. All of them turned their attention to the pieces, which appeared to be pieces of messages sent from friends of Alan's. The Second Coming took a few steps closer to the pieces and got into a defensive position, the others doing the same thing, ready to fight whatever it was that was there. The pieces seemed to be moving as if something was trapped underneath it, the pile seeming to be getting pushed away, shaking more and more violently. Then, suddenly, a picture in the pile was tossed away, and standing there was a stick figure, with the same design as The Second Coming, but white.

When the white stick figure saw the colorful stick figures around them they jumped in surprise, staring back at them. SC took a step closer to this white stick figure, stunned to see someone who looked more like him then most stick figures that he had seen before, then he spoke to them. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" Second Coming asked, a curious tone in his voice. The white stick figure turned to him and seemed to have some kind of recognition, as if recognizing him as the leader of these colorful stick figures around them. "My name is The Pure One. Alan Becker created me last night. I thought that there might be other living creatures in this computer but I wasn't sure if it was other stick figures living here. It's a pleasure to meet you."