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A crisis was unfolding in the outernet, since the appearance of stick figure known as Dark Lord had started wreaking havoc everywhere. Despite attempts to reason with him, he laugh at their faces and continued to obliterate everything in his path.
It leave Vic increasingly worried. They had upgraded their weapons and security, while Chosen, his brother, worked tirelessly to track down Dark and try maintain the peace, the very reason their father had created Chosen in the first place.
Chosen warned that they needed to be prepared for what was to come. Vic had tried to reach out to him, but he didn't get any response, leaving him anxiously waiting for any update.
Though Vic had considered postponing the fourth anniversary party for his company due to the looming threat, he resisted the urge, Mitsi was practically glowing with excitement as she planned every detail. So, he tightened the security measures instead, hoping that Dark wouldn’t make a move during the celebrations.
The day came and It was the fourth anniversary of Rocket Corp, a celebration marking the creation that Victim and his friend Mitsi had built together. As the party continued and everything went smoothly, laughter and joy filling the air, Vic's phone was constantly pinging with incoming texts.
Vic excused himself from the crowd for a moment and reads it.
Cho: Dark’s destroying the servers in New Grounds. I’m gonna engaged in a battle with him.
It seems the stick figures originally created in New Grounds were suddenly teleported back here.
Just as Vic read that, his eyes widen in realization “Mitsi! Agent!” Vic shouts as he tries to reach for them but he's too late, in an instant a disorienting green flash enveloped, his employees, the guests who were originally from New Grounds, including Mitsi and Agent got transported there.
“Damn it!” Vic exclaimed, pacing the floor in frustration as he struggled to think. Just then, his remaining employees approached, concern etched on their faces.
“Boss!” They call out to him in panic, patiently waiting for orders.
Vic immediately issues an order. “Code 3! To all personnel who are still here, tell everyone to stand by around the city and be ready to help in case any stick figures escape from the New Grounds."
“Yes, sir!” they responded in unison, quickly springing into action after receiving their orders.
An idea springs to Vic's mind and he fires a quick text to Chosen to be careful.
Vic then hurried to his office, shutting the door behind him and locking it. He reached beneath his shirt to reveal a necklace—a cherished gift from his father.
He doesn't have any other choice but to use this.
Closing his eyes, he grasped the purple colored classic solitaire pendant tightly in his fist. It had been years since they had last seen each other. His father was always swamped with responsibilities, constantly pulled by the problems of his plane of existence. Vic wasn’t sure if his father would respond, knowing he couldn’t stay away from his domain for too long.
He could only hope.
But Alan had made a promise if Vic ever used the necklace, he would do everything in his power to answer his summons.
And this was the first time Vic was asking for help. Vic hadn't pinpoint Dark's origin or who created him. Maybe he could ask his Father or finally visit his domain.
“Father.” Vic whispered. “it is I, Victim, your firstborn. Please heed my call. I need your help, save my brother and friends from the dire situation they’re facing.”
In his hands, the pendant began to glow softly.
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Upon arriving, they were met with chaos. The Chosen One was locked in a fierce battle with the Dark Lord. Destruction reigned; explosions shook the ground, and terrified stick figures scampered away from the havoc. Mitsi's scared out of her mind and confused, her eyes darting around as she takes in the chaos. Fire raged all around her, engulfing the buildings and structures that she once considered her home, now crumbling before her very eyes. The familiar landscape had plunges into ruins.
And Agent was nowhere to be found.
Mitsi spotted others in need of help and rushed to assist them, leading the group to safety.
Suddenly, her instincts kicked in as she noticed a fireball heading her way. She tried to run, but despite her efforts, she was caught in the explosion, leaving her trapped beneath a pile of rubble.
Agent was a few blocks away from the chaos, his legs pumping as he ran, determined not to leave until he found Mitsi. As he ran along the street, suddenly he spotted her out of the corner of his eye…Mitsi was lying across the road, trapped in the rubble. He froze in his tracks, witnessing the scene unfolding before him.
“No….Mitsi!” Agent yells the surge of panic coursed through him as he sees Mitsi struggling to free herself. He goes after her to try to help her when his heart lurches in helplessness as a massive fireball ignites between them, separating him from her. Just as he feared for her safety, a dark purple stick figure emerged out of nowhere, and jumps in front of Mitsi, he's wearing a long, flowing light purple coat over a teal neon shirt and black pants, topped off with sleek glasses.
Mitsi stared in awe as the dark purple stick figure raised his hands as another fireball was aimed at them. His coat billowed dramatically behind him, and with a display of unimaginable power, the fireball slowly fizzled out, leaving no trace as he neutralized it effortlessly.
After that he turned his attention to Mitsi, he used his powers to lift the rubble trapping her and threw it aside like it was mere debris. He stepped closer, offering his hand. Gratefully, Mitsi took it, and her mysterious savior helped her to her feet.
Mitsi noticed abrasions and scrapes covering her body.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” her savior asked, concern etched on his face.
Mitsi shook her head slowly. “Just some minor injuries, nothing serious. I—thank you for saving me, Mr…?”
“Call me Alan.” He examined her closely before raising his hands again, which began to glow with a soothing green light.
Mitsi gasped as the warmth enveloped her wounds, healing the scrapes and abrasions almost instantly. “Ah…Thank you for healing me, Mister Alan.”
“Don’t mention it.” Alan smiled. " Go now and evacuate with the others.” he instructed firmly. Mitsi nodded sincerely, murmuring okay just as Agent rushed up to them. He then looks Mitsi up and down who's now healed and he feels relief washing through him.
“Mitsi! Thank goodness... you’re okay!” Agent exclaimed.
Mitsi took a deep breath, her eyes brimming with tears. “Agent! Oh, stick... I’m so relieved to see you. I thought… I thought I’d never…”
“We’re going to be fine. We’re going to escape this place together.” He put his hands on her shoulder to reassured her, his voice steady. Mitsi swallowed hard, pushing back the lump in her throat, and nodded.
Agent turned to Alan, who was gazing blankly at the fierce battle between the two superpowered stick figures.
As Agent observed him carefully, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. After years of handling and encounters with stick figures possessing superpowers, he had grown accustomed to the chaos and unpredictability—they no longer fazed or intimidated him. But this dark purple stick before him was different.
He was different from Dark or Chosen.
Agent could sense an aura emanating from Alan that he couldn’t quite decipher.
“I need to end this.” Alan says then looks over to his shoulder. “It’s dangerous for you both to stay here.” Mitsi’s savior said urgently.
Agent nodded, he wanted to escape and go back to Vic. He faces Alan one last time and expresses his thanks for saving Mitsi. Alan tips his head as Agent grabs Mitsi’s hand, and they sprint away while hearts racing as they sought safety.