AvA/AvM Works
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Of Quills and Comfort by The_Encryptid
Fandoms: Animator vs. Animation (Short Films - Becker)
29 Jul 2026
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“Breathe, come on, deep breaths,” The Dark Lord hissed, voice low with concentration, barely audible over the sound of The Chosen One’s ragged gasping. He gripped the gauze in his teeth, braced his hand against The Chosen One’s chest, and tore the jagged barb from his stomach in a swift, single motion.
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- Part 1 of AvA/AvM Works
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Post-Singularity | Lonely Space Cowboy by The_Encryptid
Fandoms: Animator vs. Animation (Short Films - Becker)
05 Apr 2026
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“Hey,” whispers Yellow, his face lifting into a smile. His voice is impossibly soft…and a little muffled, almost. It’s a welcome reprieve from the roar of time and space around him. He isn’t sure how he can hear it. “Hey, Orange.”
It takes him a moment to process the words. Orange—that’s him. The universe has many names, and so does he: The Second Coming, Second, Sec, The Chosen One’s return…and Orange.
He tries to answer, but his voice doesn’t work. All he can manage is a hum in his throat, something thready and rasping that stings and makes him grimace. The look on Yellow’s face makes it worth it, though.
“That’s it, there we go,” Yellow breathes. His tone is soft, but it doesn’t match his eyes. There’s a mask of calm there, like a thin sheet of ice, but something tense and fearful beneath. “Can you tell me where you are?”
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- Part 2 of AvA/AvM Works
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Emergency Contact by The_Encryptid
Fandoms: Animator vs. Animation (Short Films - Becker)
27 Sep 2026
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They were walking through the cherry fields when Purple’s phone pinged, and pinged again when he was pulling it out of his pocket. His eager words tapered off, and his light expression hardened with focus at the screen. King turned his gaze away in respectful nonchalance, electing to give the kid his privacy. The youth and their phones—there was no use in fighting it.
“Dad,” Purple said, and the tremor in his voice made King’s stomach drop. His eyes jerked back to the kid, meeting his the second he lifted them from his phone. His face was tight with urgency. “We need to get to the gang’s.”
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- Part 3 of AvA/AvM Works