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Story time:
The stick figures often spared daily. Each one loved it. Red or Second would almost always win. But that didn't matter. It was the time they spent together. Then they found the lucky blocks. They took a couple of days off from sparing to recuperate, and then they resumed. But something was off. Red would flinch often while sparing. Once the others noticed, Red would just brush it off. Then Red would find excuses to not spar, hesitate to enter group hugs, and flinched at any unexpected touch. One night, Red asked to talk to Alan alone.
~Red's POV~
"I know they won't hurt me, but I can't help but expect it. I want to spar with them, but every time I see them when they were possessed. I don't know what to do." Red explained to Alan. I could see Alan tilt his head before moving his hands to the keyboard so the others wouldn't overhear.
"I think you need to tell the others. Remember when Chosen came to the computer? He was terrified of me. But we got better. It took time and effort from both of us. You can't get better if you go through this alone. If they get too much, just tell me. Okay?" Alan typed out. Nodding, I head off to the others.
As I approached the others, I could see them talking to Dark Lord softly. Once they saw me, they immediately stopped. Dark Lord slowly stood up and walked to me. He grabbed my hands softly and held them.
"Babe, you okay?" With those words, I broke. Tears gushed as I practically collapsed onto Dark Lord. I could see Alan doing damage control from his side, giving Dark Lord and I space by forcefully taking the others to the spare computer. He gave me a wink before leaving to go upstairs and deal with them. "What's going on?"
"So when we found the lucky blocks, Yellow accidentally got possessed. The others soon got possessed by the lucky block too. I was the last one. I had to fight them all. It was horrible. I can't stop thinking about it. Every time we spar, I can't help but see them during that fight." I sob as he held me dearly.
"Hey, we're okay. You're okay. If you don't want to spar; that's okay. Alan said to tell the others, right?" I nodded to Dark Lord's question. " You should," Dark Lord hummed while rubbing my back. "You need your brothers, and they'll be with you every step of the way. C'mon. I know a shortcut." Dark Lord wiped my tears away and guided me through the files to the spare computer.
As we arrived, I could see Alan struggling to distract the others. Taking a deep breath. I walk up slowly. Alan saw me first, giving me a small smile, and nodded.
"Hey, so you're probably wondering what's happening with me?" They nodded along. "Well, the lucky blocks fight affected me pretty badly. When we spar, I can't help but see the possessed versions of you. I get scared when you touch me suddenly or when we hug. I know it's irrational, but I can't help it." I confess while looking down. An orange pulled my head back up.
"Hey, we're with you. whatever you need, you got it." Smiling, I grab Second into a hug.
