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Back when The Dark Lord was a stickfigure in Alan's PC... He was a CRAZY little boy.
He had fought The Chosen One daily. Their fights were always rough and violent and life-threatening, but it was impossible for either of them to die because of their powers.
Then both of them broke out of and destroyed Alan's PC after coming to a truce. They escaped to the Outernet, where Dark enjoyed wreaking havoc as Chosen trailed behind him. They developed an unhealthy, co-dependent relationship without either of them realizing, but that ended when Cho attacked him to try and stop him from releasing the Virabots.
He died.
And then he came back! And manipulated that fool into thinking he could help bring his wife back.
Now, he stood above Victim as he disintegrated and crawled to Mitsi, who stood motionless beside his best mercenary. Agent was staring, flailing internally for a solution, but he found none. Chosen (No One, now) watched helplessly at Agent's feet. Victim caught Mitsi's hand, and she finally looked down as the last of his code faded; a string of electricity swirled around her wrist.
Dark giggled. "Oh my Cursors; GUYS! Did you see that?!"
He floated upwards and spun childishly. "I killed Victim!"
His laughter continued. The gray stick figures below started to panic and run thoughtlessly around the building. The few smart ones tried to shake or pry the doors open, but they were sealed tight.
H4CK3R.fla stepped out of the regeneration machine. The Second Coming slumped in his chamber further.
Everything exploded.
Dark threw his hands up in excitement as the building crumbled in ruin and him and his reborn underling took those breaking pieces and built something new.
This could have been smoother, he decided, but it will suffice. I will rule.
As the cloud of smoke cleared, a curved white hand picked up a gray drawing tool.