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Dark is left alone —if not for the invisible sticks outside, covered by the white wall— and he decides he doesn't want to do this.
But then flashes of the orange kid being hurt or worse spawn on his head, and his hands start trembling.
He hates how much he cared about the kid.
He was supposed to hate them,they had almost killed him, but in the end he had grown to like them.
He wished ginger would be here, cuddled up with him. Givry gave him the cat for a reason, more than to take care of it.
A click is what he hears so he locks up at the mannequins resembling other sticks,and so, he start attacking it.
And just let's them take and take, even if he gets more and more tired over time. The fastest he let's them take his power the sooner he will be let out.
This reminds him too much of the time with noogai.
Givry was going back to his apartment after his last shift of the day only to find Ginger, the cat he had given Vermillion for when he felt down meowing at strangers, who ignored her. He even saw one trying to kick her away.
When the cat saw him, she meowed and almost instantly started running towards the way to Vermillion's house, so he followed.
"Ginger wait a second! Im not as fast as you, im not a goddamn cat!" He shouted,getting strange looks from other sticks.
He recognized some from his shifts in the market, especially the one with a wine red hood up, looking directly at Ginger's backpack.
But he ignored him and kept running behind the cat.
He didn't expect to find Vermillion's house door all broken.
Like, yeah, Vermillion had some anger attacks because of stress and would tear up papers or broke some pencils, but never had he broken something from his house. The broken window was also new, but it was too small for it to be from Vermillion.
Just what did he miss for trying to pay his rent?
ginger looked at him, tail waving anxiously before coming to his feet and asking for pats.
"Eek!" He screamed when he felt a hand on his should, and threw a punch that was grabbed by a black hand.
"Calm down.." OH. It was the black stick from the market.
His eyes mimicked Vermillion's one and this got him curious.
"I want to ask about who I suppose is the owner of that cat?"
"It's owner is a friend of mine."
"Are they a hollowhead?"
"Listen dude, I'm quite busy because the front door of his house fucking broken and-" if Vermillion is not here.. his sibling? "Shit. Their little sibling-"
He ran upstairs, ginger and the dude following behind, he checked every room and there was no trace of neither sticks.
The black stick stayed on the room with the broken window staring at the papers and the purple scarf on the table, he just let him stay there.
He bit his nails when he arrived at the dining room, the plates where so damn cold he couldn't even know
"For fucks sake, why can this village be normal for once?! I might just go back to prison if anything weirder happens now."
He heard something crash upstairs.
Chosen looked at the messy drawings, it looked just like orange's style, but more anxious and chicken scratched, nothing more than just sketch, some drawings where painted though.
And even if he wanted to deny it, the purple scarf was indeed from second, so it meant that non other than The dark lord, alive and dandy had gotten to his little sibling sooner than him.
And now both of them where missing, again.
"ShitShitShit, if I had just noticed sooner-" He stopped in his track when he felt burning on his arms, maybe he should have taken the warning of red and taken the painkillers.
But suddenly, his legs felt more weak than normal, and they gave up, so he fell and he didn't understand what was happening.
"Dude,you gotta move those legs, they don't look so good" Mango had said "you ain't gonna help anybody with those legs so weak, especially when all you do is fly."
At first he had waved it off, more concentrated on finding his little sibling. But now all he could do was just hit himself internally, why had he waved it off?!
"Oh my god-" the market guy appeared and looked concerned "you-you are the chosen one guy! Oh fuck-"
His anxiety perked up when he stepped closer to him, so he tried to get away, maybe the market guy now wanted to give him to the excuse of a Victim that was that gray hollow. But he didn't want to come back, he didn't want his liberty to go away and stay in the same he'll as before-
"Dude- hey-" He stepped closer and he backed away even more "Dude! Oh my fucking God- Stop that! You will get more fucking hurt! Why are you hollowheads so dumb?!" he grabbed his hands and got them away from the back of his neck, and now he noticed the little and new burning sensation.
When did he start scratching the back of his neck?
"That's it. Now we relax, Ginger, girly, come here" the cat came and curled up in his lap,and it purred " Listen, pal, I don't know what's going on in your mind, but I assure you, it's not that."
He looked up from the cat and didn't answer, so the cashier sighed
"I'm Givry," He said "we already met, sorry about how I treated you that time, but you were being an annoyance towards Vermillion- or well.. i think you know them by The Dark Lord?"
"He- he changed his name?"
"Yeah, we all do once we get here,but that's not the problem, why are you so wounded?"
"Rocket Corp.. "
"Oh, that place, didn't give verm good vibes,passed it down as envy, now it seems it wasn't "
"Can we go? I might not want to stay here longer.." chosen said
Givry got up and sighed.
"If I deal with another stick having a panic attack I'm done with this place and going back with mom.."
"All you had to do was obey!" They shouted at the kid "but no, you wanted- you craved freedom, just like your goddamn predecessor."
"You humiliated one of my best mercenaries, you let all that power go to waste."
The kid trembled as their voice grew louder and louder and they chuckled
"You really thought you could get away?" They closed the distance between them, grabbing the minor by the hair, ignoring the whimpers and struggles "How fool of you." They put the kid on a metal chair and tied their wrist
The kid looked around before feeling waves of electricity go through his body non-stop. That was until Victim speaked that they did get a short time to breath, even though it was so hard.
"This is the first part of your new training, so don't get so maimed up now" they smiled at the horrified look of the younger as another wave of electricity.
Victim just looked satisfied.
They are so close to getting their vengeance, and they can't wait to see the hurt expression that noogai would put when he sees what their first creaton did to his favorite one.
Maybe that way he will learn.