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It was a void.
Quiet, white, and clear.
There was nothing.
There was no one. It was all calm. There was no noise whatsoever.
Nothing to disturb or to fill.
Until moments later.
Pictures of various characters fall into the blank white area from a big black hole.
There were all sorts of characters from many media. Said characters are coming to life.
Noises of coughing and groans could be heard from the others.
Everyone was slowly gaining back their consciousness. During the process, something happened.
The void was shaking. No one knew a place such as this one could produce such strong movement.
But with too much underestimation comes the unfortunate consequences.
As the shaking slowly stopped, a black hole opened from what seemed to be the top of this place.
The dark hole stayed still. VERY still.
It was just there. Every couple of seconds it would glitch, but it never bothered anyone.
Everyone's plan now was to try to find a way back home. Well, most of the 200 to 250 characters were unfortunately summoned into this hellhole.
Then suddenly, fire starts falling from the dark black hole, attacking the characters.
Everyone was looking for a way out somehow or some way.
"Guys, I think I found a way out!" Jecka yelled.
They started getting killed by 10s and 20s and barely escaped 50.
As the last few were being blown up, three others managed to shelter themselves rather than leave.
The black hole closed, and they were left with debris, blood, ash, and dust everywhere.
Twilight stopped her magic and fell back weakly.
Shadow coughed and dusted himself off. He was the ultimate life form after all. He could've done something, but there was little to no time to react.
The Chosen One never had a face, but you could feel the shock with the stickman's body, trying to recap the situation that happened in his head.
The three looked around. It was dusty, sad, and dirty.
The place was a void, but somehow it was destroyed.
"This place is absolutely ruined…" Twilight, she whispered.
"The question is how did we get h-"
cough cough...
The trio turns around. Soft coughs and sobs could have been heard not far from them.
Chosen walked closer and closer to the sound until he got to where the sound was coming from, the rest following.
They find a little boy with a green hat in a corner alone. The kid basically thought he was going to die during that moment.
The kid noticed Twilight behind Chosen, and his eyes widened, and he smiled.
Twilight noticed who it was in no time.
"Kyle?"
"Twi!" He hugged the purple Alison, joyous to see a familiar face among all the unrecognizable ones.
"Who are these guys?" he asked.
Chosen waved, not able to show much emotion.
"I'm Shadow the Hedgehog the-"
"Yeah, whatever, hedgehog, I know the rest." Kyle rolled his eyes.
Shadow was stunned but didn't show it… So much sass for a child who seemed to be crying just a minute ago.
"You should consider giving the stickman guy a face, Twilight... he looks bland."
"Oddly enough, I think you're right. Are you okay with that, Stick?"
The Chosen nodded, for the first time in forever, enthusiastically.
"Alright… Stand back, everypony—ah, sorry—everybody."
Twilight positioned herself in infront of Chosen, getting ready to do her spell.
And with a spark of her magic, Chosen finally has a face. He had red eyes and a black outline to match his black skin.
Chosen coughed.
"Does my voice sound so—woahh, that's scary." He let out a light chuckle and then stopped himself.
"Well… you have quite the voice." Shadow complimented.
"Okay, enough with the flirting, assholes. What's your name, stickman?" Kyle put his hands on his hips.
"My name is, uhm… The Chosen One. Chosen for short." He scratched the back of his head.
"Chosen fits you! I'm sure there were other stick figures here that didn't survive, and yet you made it out without even a bleeding limb!" Twilight mentioned.
"Right... speaking of which... I kind of think I broke my arm." Kyle winces.
"Let's get that check out."