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TSC was in their cell, being captured wasnt fun (not that he thought it was before), he missed his friends and Alan! All this happened because TCO kidnapped them talking about how they had "superpowers" or something like that. They were just lucky that they had the pencil in their pocket! But, seing Chosen in such state, being badly hurt to a point that he couldn't even move. It hurted to see, and they don't blame him for the trouble after all, how could they blame Chosen for wanting his liberty?
" kid, stand up. " said the stickman whit glasses
second just obeyed, they didn't have any type of communication to even deny, so why try? He was just angry that they were treating them like a thing.
"hands, now," demanded the one with glasses for the second time.
An unhappy expression crossing their face, Second reluctantly held out his hands and allowed then to be cuffed.
"can't risk you getting away, " mocked the short, pixelated stick.
" not now, pixel, not now. We have to send them to the boss, since they asked to see this one in their office. " said the one whit glasses
" whatever you say agent Smith. So, now we gotta deliver this young one, right? " asked pixel
" yeah. " responded Agent Smith.
So, after they said that, they taked second to the office where their boss was waiting for them.
" my my, if it isn't the so called The second coming! mr.smith and others, could you all leave me alone whit this one? " asked (ordered) Victim.
" of course, boss." said the four of them, leaving the room.
" now that we are alone, you're such a pretty young stick, could you tell me what's your age young one? " asked victim, whit a fake tone of kindness.
second didn't respond, just looking randomly at things in the room, well, until victim punched the table.
" let me guess, you're like, 12-14? "
" 10. I'm 10." Said second, no sound coming from their mouth, but some letters appeared and helped to understand what were they saying (they still don't know how those things work. But they're glad that it happens whenever they "talk." )
" oh! We have a mute one. Those things do really work on you, second. " a false smile (one that mango had when they were lying too).
" that's.. Not my name, sir. " Answered second.
" oh my, I guess then it is like all of your friends, those sticks of stickfight.com, right? Because you're always whit them..i guess you have the name of Orange,am I right? " questioned victim.
Second nodded at this, a bit awkwardly, victim was just seing them from up and down.
Victim's pov (only for a little, really..)
Victim was staring at the young one, this was the one little stick that caused So much trouble? But yeah, this little kid had no documents, but what made it so clearly about who they were created by was that hollow head, They were created by the same man, Alan Becker. I clicked on a communicator that was on my table.
" bring it over here Agent Smith. " I said, a smile on my face.
narrator's pov
Soon after, Agent Smith entered the room whit a briefcase and opened it, leaving the content to show on victim's eyes, the smile becoming just more creepy at the eyes of Second. After a moment victim did a signal, Taking a piece of metal out of the briefcase and Agent Smith grabbed Orange to prevent them from resisting. Victim, whit the piece of metal on his hand, got closer to Second, and Second noticed that they were way too close to their neck, this making and alert on their mind.
" Get away from me! " Screamed Second, scared by what they were going to do, trying to get Agent Smith off of themselves.
" sorry kid, that wont work. " agent Smith said, making more pressure on the body of orange.
" just be quiet and this will be fast for both of us Orange. " said calmly victim, putting the metal on the neck of Second.
The metal closed on second's neck after victim's hands where away from it, agent Smith stopped making pressure and got away from Second, then he got a control and gived it to victim.
" now let's see if this really works " said victim clicking on a button.
" what are y- " Second felt electricity on every part of their body, making them Kneel down from the pain, but it wasn't the pain who scared tthem the most, but the fact that his throat closed up.
" Oh, so it really works! " Victim said with a smile again.
After some time for Second to pull themselves together, they were pretty much scared of those adults in the room. mango was bad, but he never got to the point of using that type of products, he just wanted to destroy minecraft and that was all, but now they were friendly to all of them! And basically adopted purple. So yeah. Mango never got to this point. And TDL didn't plan on killing them slowly(are these adults planing to kill them?) He just 'killed' all of them on a row. But this adults? This adults were on a completely new level of psycothic.
" look kid, we are searching for someone " said victim, Showing a photo of Alan's cursor " and I think that your little yellow friend knows how to bring him. " explained victim
" and what do yo-u want me to do? Wh-why do you even want Alan's cursor?! " exclaimed second
" That's none of your business, kid. So, listen clearly, " Said victim, playing whit the control on his hand " that little pretty thing, " pointing to the metal on TSC neck " will give you shocks if you don't obey," explained victim
Second just moved their head up and down in a "yes" gesture.
" Now, what we want you to do, is to bring the yellow friend of yours, here. Even if he doesn't want to come, you will bring him. " victim said at the gesture, petting the head of Second " and, only to see that you don't escape or do something stupid, these mercenaries will go whit you, and will shock you if you do something you aren't supposed to do. "