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> Be Purple
Hm, looks like you can’t do that right now.
> Be Second
You are now The Second Coming, and The Dark Lord is about to kill you.
How the fuck is he here?
You're- you haven't seen him since, fuck, 2018 now? It's been 3 years. It's been 3 years and he's back now. Hadn't the black stick killed him? That whole situation had seemed like a long fever dream, being dragged from one place to another with no idea of what was happening other than that there was danger and your friends needed protection.
He must've run away. That's the only explanation; This whole time, you'd assumed the black stick had killed The Dark Lord before reviving you and your friends, but maybe he'd gotten away instead.
Shit, you don't know. This theorising stuff was always Yellow's forte. Talking about code and the nature of death for stickfigures and shit. It's never stuff you'd understand.
Well, Yellow can't help you now, because it's dead. And so is Green. And Purple and Blue and Red and everyone you've ever known and you have no way of getting back to Alan or even the black stick to ask for help
And he's coming closer and he's above you and
he's going to kill you he's going to kill you fuck fuck this is it
no one can save you now second you're going to
you need to get, you need to get out of here
fuck
shit
this is the end isnt it
????: hey!!
hes, hes
????: calm!! calm, calm down
????: be calm
…?
????: it’s,
????: um!
????: it’s not… real!!
????: don’t… be scared!!
????: uh,
Who’s that? Who’s talking?
You step back, looking up at The Dark Lord’s hunkering form. It stays frozen in place, the same evil grin plastered on their face as usual; they don’t move one inch as the voice speaks.
????: pretend hes-
????: think hes not, uh, there!
????: the uh
SECOND: The dark lord?
You don’t know what exactly pushes you to respond, but this voice at least sounds like they’re trying to help, so you might as well take their advice. You squeeze your eyes shut and imagine the forest scenery in front of you, devoid of any murderer sticks. Just the trees, with their green leaves— God, you miss Green—
????: look!!
You open your eyes.
Oh shit??
You jump back, flinching away from the new stick before blinking and cautiously stepping forward.
????: hi!!
????: …
SECOND: Uh
SECOND: I’m Second, who are you?
????: sorry, uh,
????: words are hard for me
SECOND: Thats ok!
SECOND: Take your time i think?
GOLD: i’m gold!
GOLD: i’m she, uh, and fae
SECOND: Oh! Hi gold!
They- wait, no- she leans in close, making you reel back a bit. Her smile is wide in an almost uncanny way, pulling her whole face upwards. She inspects you eagerly, like… well, okay, you’ve never been one for metaphors. The way fae scans you up and down, you get the feeling fae hasn’t seen another person in a while.
You take a step away from faer, and fae blinks blankly before catching faerself and standing straight up.
GOLD: sorry!
GOLD: been here a long, uh,
She stutters a lot, you notice. The gaps between her words are a little off-putting, but like you said, you’d be patient.
GOLD: time, long time here!
GOLD: i’ve been here a long time :D
GOLD: second and purple are… new!! new to here!
SECOND: Yeah! We are!!
SECOND: How long have you been here?
GOLD: ….long
GOLD: hard to know
GOLD: …but i’ve been! watching!
GOLD: watching you
SECOND: Okay, that’s a bit creepy
GOLD: sorry
GOLD: not… weird way, just uh, seen you for some times
GOLD: time
GOLD: sorry!
SECOND: No its fine!
The conversation lapses into silence. It’s a little awkward, but you’re not as concerned with being polite with… all this stuff going on. On the tail end of a panic attack (oh crap, that had been a panic attack, hadn’t it?), your worry for Purple still remains, even if the actual threat is gone. You need a minute to figure things out.
SECOND: Wait… so, the dark lord wasnt real?
GOLD: yes!!
SECOND: Then what happened to Purple?
GOLD: they’re just uh,
GOLD: they are ok!
GOLD: but they’re somewhere else,
GOLD: their own world
SECOND: World?
GOLD: yes yes!
GOLD: i… can explain, but wait
SECOND: Do you know where he is? Have you seen any of my other friends?? What is this place??
GOLD: calm DOWN
GOLD: …i know where he is
GOLD: i will, uh, bring you there!
GOLD: and answer your asks
GOLD: well, uh, close to there,
GOLD: i… don’t know where specific
GOLD: but i can find the world,
You narrow your eyes. It’s not that you don’t trust her, but she doesn’t exactly seem to know what she’s doing.
Well, actually, on second thought, it’s not like you know what you’re doing either. And it’s not like you’ve got any other options. What’s there to lose?
(A lot, whispers a part of your mind.)
SECOND: Do you have a map or something?
SECOND: Or is it more of an intuitive thing?
SECOND: Either would be fine, I mean, I’m just like, figuring out whether you want me to follow you or-
GOLD: in-tui-tive!
GOLD: i know where to go, uh, in general
GOLD: because i know the worlds well :)
GOLD: i can bring you there fast!
GOLD: just…. uh, here
She holds out her hand, and you raise an eyebrow. Okay? Sure. Why not? What the hell ever. You offer your hand in return, but Gold just puts faer hand on your shoulder, and oH
oHH oh crap what?
SECOND: What the hell??
You’re surrounded by a massive black void, broken by the occasional white particle or music note. On all sides, you think you can spot distant towers rising and falling, but they move too fast for you to make any sense of them. The whole atmosphere fills you with a sense of melancholy that you feel the desperate need to stamp out.
Gold shrugs at you with her constant smile, as if to answer your unspoken question of Where the hell are we? and gestures for you to follow faer. You press your lips into a thin line, before nodding and moving to walk behind her. At the very least, maybe you can ask faer some questions while you both look for Purple.