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Chosen walked through the forest, moving fluidly between the trees as he searched. Dark had disappeared again, probably off doing some mischief or something. Chosen had searched StickCity and the surrounding areas with no success. Dark was probably working on his new project, what was it called again? Chosen almost tripped over the root of a tree, recovering quickly and making a mental note to be more careful to not trip again and fall over. Dark had been working on those little red things which looked like spiders, but with only four legs. What did he call them, what did he call them… Virus… Virus something… Virus spider? Virus robot? Chosen sighed. Well, whatever they were called, Dark was passionate about this project in particular. Chosen was too tired to listen to the last time Dark went on one of his long rants about whatever he liked to talk about. Chosen never actually paid attention to any of Dark’s long rants, really. Chosen just liked to watch Dark do what he likes doing, and one of the things he likes doing is going on a long rant with dramatic monologue.
A glimpse of Dark’s shack catches Chosen’s eye. He’s finally made it. He suddenly remembers he could have flown here. Chosen’s mouth turns downward slightly at how stupid that was. But he is here now, might as well forget it. Chosen exits the forest, trees thinning out as more of the surrounding area becomes visible. “Chosen! Cho! Whatcha doing here?” Dark calls out from where he’s sitting on the ledge of where the land juts down into the water below. “Did ya’ miss me?” Dark smirks, canines shining in the dim light. There’s always this bright, mischievous shine in his eyes that makes it hard to want to look away. “Nah. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t stuck in the basement again.” Chosen sat down next to Dark, swinging his legs over the cliff, a soft, humorous smile on his face. Dark shoved Chosen to the side, almost pushing him into the water below. “Shut up!” Dark’s face flushes with embarrassment. “That was ONE time!” Chosen chuckles at Dark’s little tantrum, sitting back up and softly nudging Dark in the side with his elbow. Dark crosses his arms, looking away from Chosen, his face still slightly pink. “Aww, is little Dark pouting?” Chosen smirks, leaning forward and resting his head in his hands. Dark’s cheeks turn pinker, and he grumbles, but the sound comes out high pitched.
Chosen giggles, sitting up and leaning back, breathing in deeply as he looks up into the sky, before his eyes flick over to the sunset. Beautiful shades of orange and yellow surround the white circle slowly drifting further into the yellow and black sea, while further above the white orb called the sun, the oranges and yellows fade into shades of pink, and further back fading into dark blues and black. The black silhouettes of trees are clustered on top of the darkish silhouette of the cliff that juts down into the water below. “Hey, Dark.” Chosen says, not looking away from the sunset. “What?” Dark looks back at Chosen, sitting up slightly from his slumped position. “Look.” Dark’s eyes follow where Chosen is looking. “Isn’t it pretty?” Chosen smiles gently. “Yeah, I guess it is.” Dark sits up fully, the previous interaction forgotten. He pulls his legs back over the cliff and wraps his arms around them, resting his chin on his knees.
After a few minutes, Chosen stands up and turns to face Dark. He reaches a hand out for Dark to take if he wants. “So, wanna show me what you’ve been doing while I was searching StickCity to find you?” Dark takes Chosen’s hand, and Chosen helps him up. “Oh, NOW you’re interested in my Virabots?” Dark tilts his head at Chosen, smirking, all his teeth on display. “Maybe,” Chosen smiles back. “But first let’s get some food. I’m hungry after spending hours looking for you.” Dark puts his arm around Chosen’s shoulders. “Alright, alright, let’s get something. But you better be ready to see my new and improved prototype of the Virabot! Trust me, it’s amazing!” Chosen chuckles, walking towards the shack with Dark.
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Thunder rumbles nearby, waking Chosen up from his passed out state. He coughs, water spilling out of his mouth. His clothes and hair are soaking wet, and his body feels heavy. Chosen uses what little strength he has left to turn over, and he rests on his back, breathing heavily. He looks up towards the sky, recalling how he had been tossed into the water like a sack of potatoes, and how he hadn’t been able to use his powers when he tried. He slowly sits up, coughing even more. He is only a few feet from the cliff in front of him. The memory of crawling out of the water and climbing up the cliff before passing out comes back to Chosen, and he wonders how he managed to not drown. He looks up, watching the many raindrops falling from the sky.
He closes his eyes for a moment, before looking over towards Dark’s shack. It’s dirty and destroyed. His eyes find their way over to the spot where he and Dark had once sat, looking at the sunset, like in his dream. His dream. He looks downward, recoiling as if the memory stung him. His heart aches, he wishes he could go back to that time. Before Dark died. Chosen lies back down, wrapping his arms around his legs, curling up into a ball. He starts to cry, his body shaking with sobs. Dark is gone. He’s dead. And it’s all his fault. All. His. Fault.
Chosen cries until he falls asleep. Still soaking wet. Still alone. Still grieving.