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There was chaos everywhere.
Buildings toppled, burning flames licked at the ground, fireballs plummeted from the sky at innocent sticks.
No one knew what was going on.
Well, except Chosen and Dark, of course — they were the ones behind all this.
Dark, or "The Dark Lord" as everyone knew him, was currently taking the lead; soaring through the sky of Newgrounds as Chosen lagged behind him. Forming balls of fire at his fists as flames from his feet held him up in the sky, aiming his explosives for the tallest towers to cause as much damage as it was humanly possible. Clueless stickfigures, all of different artstyles ran anywhere that wasn't being bombed by The Dark Lord. Panicked screams accompanied the rumbling of bricks hitting the ground, some dying out whenever another explosion happened.
He was fast. You could barely catch a glimpse of him amidst all the destruction he was causing.
Chosen, though?
He was watching it all from a distance, shooting his fire only so it looked like he was doing something. He didn't like this.
It took him an embarrassingly long amount of time to figure out how wrong what him and his partner are doing is.
All while Chosen was lost in his thoughts, fighting back the urge to help the hurt and terrified sticks (Some of them being children. He saw a family of three crawling out from their animation file before. The father didn't even bother to help his kid, what an asshole.), Dark wasn't even close to stopping. Debris fell on unaware victims, trapping them underneath, others running to their aid. Everything was happening so fast, that it almost felt like a blur.
The hollowhead followed Dark, the two criminals soaring through the sky as chaos unfolded beneath them. Characters from what Chosen guessed were fight animations were trying to shoot both him and Dark down, the most noticable ones being some men dressed in black clothes and white goggles, a few of them even driving tanks. There was some ginger kid in a green shirt, as well as a...whatever a thing with a gray, oval head with a plus in the middle could be called. With swift and agile movements and enough focus, the two managed to outsmart the "defenders" of Newgrounds. Before Chosen could realize, there was a giant, powerful fireball flying at the group.
Of course.
"I'm gonna split to cover more area." Dark suddenly announced, shouting behind to his partner as the wind blew against his face and hair. The moment the red stickfigure finished talking, he sped forward with a sudden, powerful burst of flames from his feet.
Good. Maybe this was Chosen's opportunity to try and fix some of the mess he and Dark made.
The black hollowhead maneuvered to his left, opposite way of where the other was going. Fire from his hands pushed him forwards above the ground, eyes scanning for anyone he could subtly help in hopes of Dark not noticing.
There it was.
A gray stickfigure with long, gray hair, gesturing for help of a clearly taller one in glasses (her partner, maybe?). She was trapped under something what looked like a piece of a wall, the ground around her set on fire. She was struggling bad, the tall stick with glasses pretty badly injured himself. They soon got up and ran to aid her as soon as they saw Chosen descending, passing a tank of the men he saw earlier, probably thinking he's going to kill them both.
As soon as he got closer, though—
BOOM
A fireball flew aimed perfectly for the woman stuck under the rubble, the power of the explosion most likely instantly killing her on impact.
Chosen froze.
His heart sank, (Why'd it do that? He doesn't even know the sticks.) his face blank. Fire engulfed the area, slowly growing higher and higher. The weirdly tall stick in glasses was probably just as shocked as Chosen was, but also terrified to death.
They probably thought Chosen was the one who shot at the innocent, poor woman.
He descended and opened his mouth to speak, but before he could mutter anything out, the other was sprinting away to safety.
Guilt tugged at Chosen's heart, not believing he was getting sympathetic over a random two (probably) lovers he didn't know about.
After shaking off the initial shock, he decided to approach a nearby, abandoned tank to rest for a while.
Before he could, Dark came gracefully plummeting down onto it. He stood up immediately after, Chosen joining him soon after.
"Hell yeah. High-five, Cho!" The Lord broke the supposed savior out of his train of thoughts, raising a hand for him to high-five. How could he be so calm about this?
Despite the guilt, Chosen lazily and effortlessly accepted the offer, looking off to the side. Dark didn't seem to notice, because he immediately shot flames from his feet to ascend to the sky.
The black hollowhead just stood in his spot on the tank the duo landed on, flinching as his partner in crime shot flames from his feet; quickly gaining altitude as he flew. He looked off to the side, scratching his neck as he saw the absolute panic and terror the two caused.
Flames danced everywhere, consuming everything in their way. Terrified and scared inhabitants of the site sprinted as far as possible from the destruction, screams and cries for help echoing in the distance.
Everything was utterly destroyed.
It was now that he realized he didn't want this, and needed to seriously talk with Dark.