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After a sparring match with the rest of the Color Gang, which, was just a bit more tough than usual, and came close to a tie, but nonetheless, Orange had bested them. It was fun, sure, but they could get a bit messy at times. They all know it's just fun and games, though. Afterall, their bond was completely unbreakable. But, Orange was sore. Very sore, infact. It took a slight toll on their body.
They'll just take a well deserved nap once they get to their bed.
..Wait. Ah, shit. They must've forgotten Purple's coming over to their place soon. Well, they'll just have to deal with that later. Surely they wont mind? They'll just have to walk it off for the meantime. Though, part of them wishes they would come around quicker. They really misses them.
Everytime they were together, Orange just wanted time to pause, so they would never have to separate for the day. But, well, you can't have everything you ever want. They will just have to cherish all the memories.
Speaking of Purple though, with a familiar knock at their door, Orange immediately shot up from their seat they took in their living room, excited. They couldn't wait to finally see Purple, after an entire week! This was great, they could share everything that happened with eachother and even- Ouch. Orange had forgotten they were sore. "JUST A MOMENT!!.." Orange had called out towards the door, as they composed themselves again.
As soon as Orange opened the door, Purple flew in, hugging them tightly. Unfortunately for the both of them, since Orange wasn't expecting that, they had lost their balance and fell to the floor, dragging Purple down with them. Purple quickly got up and started apologizing quickly, but cut themselves off noticing Orange's small struggle with standing up. "...Are you.. alright?" Purple asked, looking intently at Orange. They hesitated a bit before replying, "..Yeah, 'was just a sparring match with the others", trying to mask how sore they felt.
"Well.. If you say so, O." Purple was still worried, but they understood they shouldn't press further. After a bout of silence, Orange suddenly spoke, "Soooo.. What have you been up to? Anything interesting? How's Mango doing?...How are YOU doing?" Purple quickly processed all their questions, and decided to answer them best to their ability, "We've been doing good, Mango's got a steady job, and I'm getting interviewed soon, so that's new." Orange nodded along to what Purple was saying, one of the many of Color Gang's non-verbal cues that just meant they were listening or interested.
...There are still several more of their cues Purple still hasn't figured out. Their relationship is a mystery in how it works to them. Purple was sure they would figure it out soon enough, though
As Purple continued to talk, Orange led them to the living room, to take a seat on the couches. "...But yeah, other than that, my weeks been pretty normal. And how about you? Bet you couldn't say the same about your week." Purple snickered playfully. Orange looked straight at Purple, before giggling out, "Are you sure about that?" "Totally, I mean-" "-Like, ABSOLUTELY sure?"
Purple hesitated for a moment, but remembered what happened earlier, "I'm absolutely sure. Like, 100% sure. I'll give you HALF my next paycheck if I'm wrong. Deal?" Orange was slightly surprised at this, but gave a sly smile and said, "Deal."
Orange then went on about telling them about their week, never emphasising events. They were trying to win this bet. As they finished up, Purple ended up asking, "So, what was the deal with you earlier? 'Still hasn't gotten off my mind~" "I promise it wasn't anything!! Just a tough sparring match with the rest!!" Orange tried supporting their point with big hand movements. Purple squinted their eyes, staring at Orange, before saying "..How tough?" "...Well, we were all trying our best, and that ends up getting us.. riled up, and competitive, so the match was anyone's, really! They all put up a good fight and I-" Orange kept rambling, as Purple listened in intensively.
Wait, that gave them an idea. They asked them to come near, before asking, "...Could you.. let me see?"
It surprised Orange, and they definitely hesitated for a moment, before they were cut off by Purple saying, "Of course you don't HAVE to let me see but-" "No, no, it's okay. I... could. I just- It'll be more comfortable in my room, I think.." Orange quickly cut them off.
"Great! Let's go!" Purple sounded.. excited to take care of them?.. Wonder why that is.
As Orange closed their door behind them both, they started to ask, "So.. err... How do we go about this?" Purple thought for a moment before saying, "Well, I was hoping you could maybe take your shirt off so I can see any potential injuries." "Alright, I could... do that." As Orange took off their shirt, Purple looked the other way, wanting to give them a bit of privacy.
Purple crept closer to Orange to get a closer look at their torso. They were littered with small cuts and bruises, from their regular sparring matches- Oh my god. They realized they had a huge fucking stab wound right in the middle of their chest. What. The. Fuck? When did this happen- No- HOW? With a longer look, similar wounds, though more healed, were marked across their entire top half. What kind of fight did they get into, and with WHO?
"..When did you get that...?" Purple asked after contemplating for a while. "What? ..That? ...Like, a couple weeks ago, I thiink..?" Orange tried to answer, not really wanting to remember the whole ordeal of The Showdown.. "Dude, this looks.. terrible, if I'm honest-" "-Well, yeah.. I mean, me and the rest of the Color Gang have them. They.. haven't really healed, but it's alright!" "...Does it hurt?" "Just a bit- Blue's potions help with managing the pain." "...I'll see about getting painkillers from the outernet next time I visit."
Purple got up from Orange's bed, saying they'll be back, just fetching bandages and stuff. Their mind was riddled with differing thoughts and feelings. Why didn't they tell them? Why didn't any of them say anything? Did they not trust them? Maybe they didn't want to overload them with what happened. Maybe, just maybe. All they needed to focus on now is making sure Orange is okay, and gets proper rest.
As Purple sat back down infront of Orange, Purple once again opened their mouth to ask, "How.. in the world did you get this, anyway? What happened- Hell, what god did you guys piss off??" Orange giggled a bit, before wincing as Purple disinfected their wounds. "'Was just some fight with some guy... It- I-.. It was... rough-" Orange cut themself off, letting the room fall into a sort of comfortable silence. Purple did their best at making the disinfecting most efficient, and without pain, simply because they could not imagine how a wound that size would hurt.
Purple readied the bandages, and tied them around Orange's chest, taking care to make sure the bandages fit tight, for them to not come loose. They would see about getting together with Blue to make sure the rest (Including Blue, duh.) got the same treatment. They didn't want to see them in pain, especially since they didn't know the full story. As Purple went onto bandaging their other, smaller injuries, Orange quickly spouted off a "Thank you" that was barely a whisper. Purple hummed in response, and Orange looked away, blushing, evidently embarrassed.
Purple paused as they finished up their injuries, "It's alright, just wish ya' told me sooner. Would've saved you, and the others, from more pain." Orange seemed ashamed. "I still want to know what happened." "It's a long story-" "I'm here to listen. I have time, I just want to understand, alright?" "..Alright. It started when I was simply just animating, when the PC started to heat up immensely. When I looked around, there was some sort of virus. We attempted to delete it, but when I simply hit it with a hammer; it cracked open- like some sort of egg, and technically it was since when it opened, some sort of spider revealed itself." Orange went on, rambling, while Purple simply sat, listening. "I tried to fight it- but it wouldn't die. It could delete things with a simple swish-" Orange gestured with their arms," and it almost deleted me- Hell, it deleted Alan's cursor! And then- all of us got webbed, and thats when I thought I was gonna die- but some guy, I don't remember their name..." Orange trailed off before speaking, "They looked quite similar to me- same species, I think. And they managed to destroy it. I-It was kind of terrifying, if I'm honest. They had.. an arsenal of powers. They saved us, but when we went to thank them, they simply walked off back to the portal they came from. They didn't go in until after giving a slight look of acknowledgment to Alan."
Orange paused, leaving Purple some time to respond to their ramblings, "And.. what happened after? Surely that spider wasn't the thing that left you with all these.. marks." Orange continued telling the story, answering Purple's question along the way. "We... followed the mysterious guy into the portal- which now that I think about it, probably wasn't the best idea. And we ended up near a cliff. As we got there, I saw another person similar to us. But, these two were fighting. I don't know why, no clue why. We climbed up the cliff, and walked into a shed; the was a massive hole in the wall, which I can only assume is the byproduct of those two's fight... Now that I think of it, I caught their names. I believe one was called.. The Chosen One? That's what the one who went through the portal is called, I think. Heard 'em call the other The Dark Lord. Some pretty weird names if you ask me." Purple sat there for a moment, before realizing, "Wait- Did you say... The Chosen One? You know, the guy dubbed the Angel of DEATH????" "...what" "That guy- and the other one- they were the Newgrounds attackers- I didn't think they were still alive-" "-WHAT????" "..Sorry that's.. a lot to take in. At least I think you're correct with the names. Seeing as they're both very... powerful. Continue, please?"
"...Well anyway, we watched the fight from the shed, and they were going ham on eachother. That was until one of them, The Dark Lord I think; entered the shed- we hid just in time-put on some bracelet and boosted their power, like.. massively. It was scary but they didn't notice anything off, and we were fine. I don't know what kind of miracle worker Yellow is but they managed to get Alan to the battle, where he helped The Chosen One..? They fought pretty efficently together, against The Dark Lord and their herd of spiders. That is, until they managed to delete the cursor that Yellow had summoned, and when I decided to step in... Maybe trying to go up against a super, super-powered stick wasn't my greatest idea, especially when I forgot that the rest of the Color Gang would follow suit." Orange was trying to bring a bit of humor into the story, failing. "A-And that's when- um- They got.. closer and then- took out a blade- and- deleted Red. They- They killed them off. One by one. There wasn't anything I could do- I was scared, for them." Orange looked away, obviously hurt recounting the memory. "And then- they shifted their focus onto me. I don't understand why I didn't immediately get deleted- They stabbed me. Several times. But I- I just. Didn't die. I don't remember what happened after, I just- woke up. Red, Yellow, Green, Blue, Alan- all around me. Like nothing happened. And, I'm glad they ended up okay. But, The Chosen One came up to me, and started.. thanking me..? They also called me something I've never been called. The Second Coming." Purple sighed and hugged Orange slightly, before saying "I'm glad you're alright, and I'm happy they're also okay. But, by god, that name sounds like a goddamn movie title."
Orange started giggling, "Yeah- fuck- You're completely right, it does. Don't know why I was called that, though." Purple hummed in response, "Maybe they know something you don't." "Pfft, yeah right. What could they know?"