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Dark woke up dazed, he's whole body ached with pain, it felt as if he'd been set on fire. Witch was sorta true, with what had happen to him.
Damh kid was crazy... where the fuck did she pull that power out of??
Wait
Where's chosen?...
"Fuck-" dark hissed as his legs buckled underneath him, trying to stand up straight after "dying" was infact, NOT GOOD...
Anyways back to the point.
WHERE THE FUCK IS CHOSEN??
Dark swore to the code above and below he was gonna kill that girl, WHY the fuck would she punch him threw a building, TWICE!?
Although he had to admit it was weird that his mission code wasn't blaring in his ears to mutilate her right now but oh well, he'll deal with that later.
"What if she's doing something stupid and is going to get herself killed???" Dark thought, as he managed to balance himself on his feet.
"Ok chosen let's see what idiot ideas you decided to follow."
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After like a million attempts (7 actually-) at trying to activate his powers, he was left with no choice but to walk... yay.
While darks inner monologue consisted of him complaining about walking, pain, his misery and also how he's gonna beat the shit out of chosen for making him go out looking for her instead of LISTENING TO HIM ABOUT STAYING PUT IF HES NOT THERE!!
Befor dark could spiral into insanty, The sound of conflict caught his attention.
As dark peerd into an ally way, his whole body froze. There standing between a mangled corpse of what looked to be an adult stick and the shivering form of 2 hollowhead children was-
Her... it was unmistakable, her fluffy blackish blue hair, and her 2 sets of wasp wings- what happend to her wings? They don't look right...
His eyes widen and pupils dilate. Dark prayed to code that the stick infront of him wasn't the the gentle girl he'd known his whole life.
Right as the figure turn around to face the ally entrance... they vanished, taking the cowering children with them.
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If you asked victim, he'd say is life was pretty good. Not perfect but, good enough!
It's been 5 whole years since mitsi woke up from her coma, 5 years since he'd finally felt peace, felt whole. he could still remember that day as if it was yesterday.
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Yes we are doing a flashback I do what I want>:)
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2 years after the newgrounds incident, victim was a mess, didn't eat, didn't sleep, he couldn't even groom his own wings, or even try to visit his dear quails. (She always loved them) It was as if the real him died with her.
Agent returning with mitsi after they both disappeared right infont of him should have made him feel relief, but it didn't. As if the world thought it was a funny trick. They took her, that disgrace of an angle
Took her away from them. Victim couldn't get the image of Agents horrified gaze as he cradled mitsi in his arms, both sticks bloodied and broken. That day broke them all...
It was a Saturday evening, victim sat in his office, isolated from everything and everyone around him. His wings were in even bigger mess then before.
Victim didn't register the vibration of his phone when Agent (when did he get in?) Answered it for him, Nor did he hear how Agents tone sifted to what could have been excitement. His quail colourd wings puffing up without him knowing.
"VIC YOU NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS-" he cut himself off just to grap victims shoulders and shake him back and forth. "MITSI- SHES AWAKE" as if light finally began to fill his vision, Vic spoke.
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"What..?"
The next few hours bled into pacing around a waiting room that reaked of chemicals and medicine, talking with staff, until finally both sticks where lead to there dear friends room.
And there sitting up in a white medical gown, with vilot eyes that shimmer in the light, was mitsi.
When her gaze shifted to the door, that warm smile vic always loved came back.
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So now here they all where! Walking down the streets of stick city, just the 3 of them! Mitsi was rambling on about business strategies to a very much confused but invested agent. And Vic couldn't have it any other way.
"Huh, the sun's getting pretty low don't ya think?" The quail avian observed, getting his 2 companions attention in the process.
He was right ofcorse, the sky's above them have shifted to an orangey red gradient stretching all over. "Sigh, I love sunsets." Mitsi hummed.
As the group, made their way back home, victim notice a stick running in the middle of abandoned train tracks near the outskirts of the city's national Park, as if being chased by something.
Or someone
"You good Vic?" Agent called. Noticing the latter had fallen behind quite a bit, both him and mitsi began to circle back towards the other when victim suddenly took to the sky's, soring towards the tracks.
Victim landed with a thud on a patch of grass. He still wasn't good at controlling his flight but he'll focus on that later, what he is her for however...
He scand his eyes around the area to try and spot the stick from earlier when-
WOOSH!!
The sound of wings buzzing threw the air made victims head snap up towards the sky when-
"AAAAAAAAAGHHHhh-" an ear Piercing scream erupted from his left. What he saw next made victims blood run cold.
A tall stick with 4 golden wings shaped like wasps, with a veil covering their face loom over the sobbing form of a... hollowhead?
They looked to be about 16 at most, with curly hazel locks and freckled skin.
The wasp hybrid turnd their gaze towards him, then both sticks vanished into thin air. but as victim inched closer, he could see markings caved into the dirt.
A cross-hair with 2 wasp stings on ether side, the same symbol drawn onto evey new propaganda poster scattered around the streets.
The hive minds symbol...