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Before we begin.
Mainland - Stickman society, where all the stickmen live. For example, MT's (king oranges) house is in the mainland.
Rocket Headquarters - Victims workplace, his corporation.
Alan's computer - Where all the hollow heads were made alongside the colour gang who live there
It's only been 10 minutes since the Colour Gang have all been captured by Victim and his ruthless teammates. Since TCO has been physically and mentally traumatised by Victims mind machine, the system clogging up his brain, piercing through his eyes. Since TSC found out his own strength, the power he held at his fingertips. A clearer green spark in his iris' and a jolt of electricity connecting from finger to finger. Only 10 minutes since Yellows intelligence has been abused to allow Alan enter Mainland, his hands still placed in between titanium hand cuffs as he was forcibly dragged through the sky. Dropped at a remote location with it's own control pad. Since Green, Blue, and Red have all been placed into their jail cell made to be lab rat experiments for those stronger.
Through all this time, how could chaos break out so fast? A rapid blazing fire travelling all throughout Rocket Headquarters, the building collapsing underneath it's own weight as only 10 of the main escape, leaving 1 soul survivor on his own. Maybe survivor is a bit of a stretch. For he looks rather dead.
The handcuffs around their hands felt coarse, heating up with each movement as the titanium left no room for cold comfort. They were restricted, moving against the white empty halls which felt like they were moving alongside the three. Red, being the peacemaker with mother nature, was far from peaceful due to those keeping him captive. His eyes were narrowed avoiding showing any signs of weakness despite already being tamed, hands behind his back, watched over like a hawk. Since he was the first to step into battle he did face the consequences... Of injuries. His arms had a few bruises and cuts, his knee length jeans were mildly ripped, and one shoe missing. But overall he still looked like the fierce fighter he was.
Blue was a different story... Through his past burns he already looked rather, terrible. Now his usually long hair was ripped to his shoulder length, each strand a different height adding to his disheveled look. After seeing Agent command his workers to take Blues bestest friend, Yellow, away. His heart filled with rage. He wasted no time jumping into battle which landed him gaining the worst beating. His overalls were snapped from their handles now simply hanging onto his waist, the herbs he gathered to heal his friend already spilled across the floor in a puddle of blood where he was first struck. He was repeatedly cut and thrown against the side of a truck leaving almost every part of his body bleeding, the trail of the crimson red following his every step.
Green always being the support he fought beside Red filled with determination after seeing him step in. Despite not having that many visible injuries he most certainly broke a rib and ripped his clothes and skin after being tossed across the floor. He was stood at the very edge of Agents weapon meaning that once it was swung Green took the biggest hit first, however he was lucky enough to be left at that. His steps continued to their conjoined cell in a rhythmic beat. He had to hold himself back from humming a tune before he was hit in the back of the head by, yet another, unimportant worker in Rocket Headquarters.
They were all forcefully shoved into the cell the heavy metallic door shut on their faces with a loud clunk. The workers left them there without another word leaving the 3 to a growing silence and a slight buzzing in the background. Blue took a seat on the concrete floor pressing his back up against one of the metallic poles that surrounded the cage. Red was next to make a move, he was harshly pushed in by the workers causing his face to end up on the floor. He quickly got back up firstly prepared to throw hands with the heartless workers but ultimately turned to Blue who was still bleeding out. Red reached up to his yellow bandana, his coarse fingers played with the thin material undoing it before he wrapped it tightly around one of Blues cuts.
"Keep pressure on it."
Red spoke rather calmly for someone who was seething with newfound rage. Blue chuckled at the moment.
"Look at you being a medic..."
Blue was usually the one to deal with others injuries as he was the one who knew how to make potions, like a healing witch. Red rolled his eyes jokingly, still ripping pieces of his own clothing to use for Blues bandages.
Green took off his jacket, a black leather jacket filled with embroidery of all his interests and colours for his friends. A few music notes, a pair of glasses, wings for Purple, a few additional animals, flowers that everyone begged Green to add, and many more. He placed it around Reds shoulders who was already getting goosebumps from ripping his jeans so much.
"Don't freeze on us now, you'll look worse than TSC after not being able to get any sleep."
"TSC.. Where even is he?"
Red spoke up solemnly avoiding eye contact to hold himself back from showing his vulnerability. Green placed a hand on his shoulder ,instantly noticing Red's insecure state, crouching down to get onto the same level as them.
"TSC is always everywhere except where he should be... He's strong, and we all know that.. And if he didn't die ,unlike us, to that red spider guy then he beat him and is probably looking for us now."
"I hated that guy.."
Blue commented wincing a bit as the cuts across his chest were being bandaged up. His eyebrows furrowing as he bit his tongue trying to distract himself from the pain.
"You look horrible"
Red said jokingly but also being realistic, snapping Blue out of his bubble of pain. Blue smirked back at him before playfully throwing weak punches at Red.
"Says the guy missing a shoe"
The two bantered back and fourth with Blue slowly relaxing his body as the blood was being soaked up into the layers of fabric holding him from bleeding out. Green couldn't help but laugh at the moment also letting himself sit down. The ground was rough, the texture would easily cut through their skin. The hardness of the flat surface would rip them from any comfort, and yet they were still able to find some sort of warmth within.
"What's our plan?"
Green asked looking out of the cage for a moment ensuring no one is coming by.
"There has to be a way to break out of here.."
"They took all of our belongings, plus Blue you aren't exactly in the best condition to try and break out."
"I think you forget who has the best durability out of us 5."
"Oh shut up, we all know it's clearly me."
"You??? No no-"
"You can't handle that I'm just better!"
Green rolled his eyes as the two went right back to bickering. It was a heartwarming sight, after all the chaos they were still getting along with eachother and trying to make the best of what was going on.
"Alright alright, hopefully TSC or Yellow will come up with something.."
"Oh!-" Blue cut himself off for a moment, holding back a surge of pain after answering with such enthusiasm "- they're taking Yellow to that house with the computer to put some code in.."
"What?! Why?"
"I don't know.. but this means that they don't know how to code whatever they want. Soo.."
The two stared at Blue awaiting his response as Blue raised his eyebrow.
"Soo... What?"
"... So he can put in any code and they won't know what it is!"
"OHHH! So he can instead put a code in to save us!"
Blue sighed putting his hand over his eyes in disappointment on how long it took for them to understand.
"Perfect! We don't have much to do then.."
"We're pretty much powerless."
Green stood up leaving against the metal poles folding his arms as the other two tried to get comfortable with the silence and the plain harsh state of their cell.
"I spy with my little eye... Something beginning with W"
Red said still sounding as enthusiastic as before, Green let out a loud groan.
"Is it wall?"
"Yea!"
He let out another groan, now laying on the floor with his hand covering his eyes as he struggled to fall asleep.
"Okay! I spy with my little eye, something beginning with.. F"
"We already did floor."
"Oh, then something beginning with S!"
"Is it your one Shoe?"
"... Yea. I don't think this game is working out"
"You think so?"
Green said sarcastically as Blue continued to toss and turn in the cell trying to get a hint of sleep even with the two idiots still putting an effort into keeping themselves entertained.
"Can you two shut up..?"
"I spy with my little eye-"
"Oh my Alan.. now I know how TSC feels."
The three were snapped awake as a random worker in Rocket Headquarters walked up to their cell his fingers playing with the keypad as the door was slowly open with a piercing screech.
"One of you, with me now."
"Who are you to tell us what to-?!"
Red was harshly cut off as a jolt of electricity travelled throughout his whole body, he held back a shout shutting his eyes. His arms desperately wrapped around his body to prevent the pain.
"This isn't up to discussion."
Green stood up, stepping forwards, shielding Red.
"I'll go"
"Woah, hold on now-"
"You two are in no condition to do anything, it's best you heal."
"What if-"
"I'll be fine-"
"But what if they-!"
"I'd say I'm strong en-"
"But they can-!!"
Green put his hand on Reds shoulder comforting him.
"I'll be fine, I'm barely injured, I'll return safe and sound."
Green gave him a slight smile. Red looked Green up and down with both distress and distrust. He slumped his shoulders closing his eyes with a sigh before he put his hands on Greens shoulder.
"As much as I hate to say it... I trust you."
Red slowly nodded backing up to allow Green to walk off. Blue looked up at him hopefully before Green was forcefully tugged away by the worker into the plain hopeless halls. The paleness of the walls gave a hint of purity, it reminded Green of how his deaths usually looked. After dying so many times and returning, thanks to the fact he was a stickman made in Alan's PC, he grew fond of the emptyness. Of the loud silence, the lack of emotion. It was ironic, especially considering Green was the furthest Stickman from being serene. But for some unknown reason it made him feel welcome.
His feet continued to drag across the freezing cold metal floor. The lights above shone down, almost blinding. The hallways seemed to carry a pool of emotion. The distant murky smell giving a sense of depression and discomfort. The occasional sparks in the light showing that the hope that was once built in this building has been shattered, barely working ever since. And the constant noises in the background showing how distant and lonely one could be. Maybe Green was actually losing his mind thinking about all these.
What were minutes were now beginning to feel like hours, the distant ringing was driving him insane. The hallways dragging along with the same layout over and over, anyone could swear the hallways were getting longer with each blink. He turned a corner, finally, with the worker ensuring to keep his hands trapped like he was some wild animal.
Within was a room, a room with a teal transparent box at the end. Several computers all running on different codes, the amount of displays repeating and flashing from different scenes constantly. More workers continued to make noise, tapping the keyboards, showing statistics. Everything happening all at once. Green almost tripped over his own feet as the worker began to push him towards the box. The teal glass like material manually closing itself once Green was inside, entrapping him in a cage like a rodent. His finger cautiously tapped onto the material, with the thin state he expected it to shatter with the little force he placed. He grew bolder hitting his fist against it, firstly in a gentle manner before slamming his knuckles onto it again. The glass refused to budge leaving Green jumping around inside the box from the pain and bruise his action would cause.
"Show us what you're capable of"
Spoke one of the workers through a microphone which made an echo within the box. Green raised his eyebrow putting his hands into his jean pockets.
"... Fighting, or...?"
"Anything. Powers, skills"
Green smirked at the response, being the stickman who takes nothing seriously he thought maybe this would be a fantastic time to mess with them.
"Oh, I have a really long middle finger. I'd call that a skill."
He held it up, it was a childish move but Green never really cared. The worker had no reaction barely even paying attention to Green.
"Another skill that I have, is not giving a shit."
He shrugged taking a seat inside the box allowing himself to get comfortable even with all the workers sharing glances at him. He didn't mind the audience, he enjoyed the fact that they had no power over him. Helplessly watching as a stickman refuses to co-operate...
One of the workers within the room stepped up, he picked up a metal pole from one of the tables as the teal doors opened for him. Green took his hands out of his pockets urging to get up from his position. He raised an eyebrow at the stranger, the distance between the two closing in gradually.
The worker snapped his hand up above Green, the pole slamming down.
Green barely dodged it, rolling out of the way. The peaceful slow progress of doing nothing now switched at too much of a fast pace to acknowledge what was going on. Green continued to roll and drag his body away from the force of the pole, tripping up on his feet each time he tried to stand up.
The worker has relentless, he swept Green up with a grand slam against his chin. The sound of the metal clanging against his bone echoing. Green stumbled back holding his sore body against the transparent teal material. The pain of the hit locked his jaw into place with a very small stream of blood pouring out of his nose. He was snapped out of thought as the pole came flying at him once more.
Green pushed himself off the wall dodging the next pair of swings thanks to his agility and flexibility. He began to close the distance between the worker and himself once again, this time understanding the man's patterns of movement. Drop down onto your hands when the worker holds the pole at his side, a clear sign he will swing the pole around his body, aiming at Greens chest. Slide away when he holds the pole with both hands at the very edge, planning to strike down at Green like a typhoon.
Green pin pointed his body, a fist aiming for the stickman's head.. the pole somehow hiding away from his view for the significant moment as it finally came down directly from the top. Green collapsed onto the floor rolling to the side, barely, as the ringing in his head blurred his vision. The top of his head feeling like it was placed through a shredder. His arms held onto the ground screaming at him to get up. His body aching and shaking as the stickman with the pole picked Green up by pressing the pole up to his neck. He was cornered into the wall with the pole threatening to press harder onto his neck
"Ain't it a bit unfair, fighting a stickman with broken bones?"
Green raised an eyebrow still smirking not letting his cool persona go to waste even with how beaten up he was. Blood staining his shirt and skin, bruises over his face scattered like freckles. Greens eyes travelled over the workers body trying to find any form of weak spot. His stance was crooked, clearly less skilled compared to that one stickman with glasses. The way he held the pole seemed unsure, and he was sweating profusely...what an unavoidable issue to control... Bingo.
Green grabbed onto the pole, using the last of his strength to bring his legs up and kick at the stickman. The workers lack of a firm grip on the pole and sweat upon his arms caused the pole to slip out of his hand. The worker was thrown back against the other side of the teal wall. Green now weilding the weapon with that same cocky smirk.
"How do they always say it..? Slow and steady wins the race?"
"You weren't exactly slow."
The worker spoke up with a rather low threatening voice as he stood up, Green still basking in his victory of the moment.
"...Still winning!"
Green ran up towards the worker prepared to get his revenge, his arm raised in the air as the pole hung from it ready to strike... When a jolt of electricity sparked within his back spine causing him to pull back in a surge of pain. It travelled down his body, causing his ears to pop with an irritating ring. His fingers becoming loose and dropping the weapon. As he finally fell onto the ground weak from all the pain across his skin. He looked up at the worker with half lidded annoyed eyes. His hands holding him up by his elbow.
"Like you say. Slow and steady wins the race"
Said the worker confidently as he picked up the pole. He cheated.
"You weren't exactly slow."
Green said laced with more venom than sarcasm. The worker glared back at him from above before he kicked Green off balance causing his head to finally scrape across the floor. This time it was a lot more gentler, the floor was, not the hit. It was less brittle and more smooth, but ofcourse it didn't change the fact that he still hurt from it.
The teal doors stayed opened as two other workers walked in and pulled Green up onto his feet. Walking felt like a burning sensation due to his injuries, his lack of stableness showing through his wonky steps. The ringing in his ears was so loud he couldn't focus.
Before he knew it, he was tossed into a cell. His eyes traced across the corners of his new cage. White walls.. teal like material acting as a barrier door... The floor was a lot softer too... Where the fuck was he?
His head shot up, body jolting with it despite the pain. Where are his friends? He was supposed to be returned back to them. Green ran up to the semi-transparent material banging on it, his force becoming stronger with each strike as his fist ached.
"Hey hey! Hello?! Where the hell am I?! I'm supposed to be in the cell with my friends!! The Red and Blue one!!"
Green desperately tried to get the workers attention which weren't even nearby. His throat was already dry, his shouts sounding like an old stickman's cough. Green was already sweating from the battle but now he was truly stressed out. Bloodshot eyes. Steps turning in an endless circle, his fists curled as he began to curse the workers out, his inner monologue serving as the only but of sanity he had left.
'It's fine. They'll be fine, they're strong. Blue will... Fuck .. blue can't do anything!! They'll kill him if they try to do the same thing they did to me!!!'
'No no. Red. Red will go first, maybe by the time red finishes we will be free! TSC will come.. but.. Red, reds bleeding out!'
He let out a frustrated shout pulling at his own hair. "Dammit!" He finalised landing a kick to the wall only to regret it the next second.
Meanwhile, on the very other side of the Rocket Headquarters was a very concerned stickman watching as his brother was getting beat and tortured by the one who called himself 'Victim'. TSC held onto the bars of his cell as the moment repeated over and over .. on the wall just a few metres away from him was a screen... Of him... His eyes gleaming with a green ray as he shot at the red hollow head cutting his body into pieces. That's not him... Is it? It looks like him, acts like him... But TSC doesn't have those powers. Or does he?
TSC traced his finger around the rim around his eyelid trying to understand how this occurred? He pulled away from the bars holding his hand up before himself. They seemed normal. Nails dirty, chipped from the battle, hands a bit bloody, but still normal. He turned it to the side, normal. Shook them, normal. Pressed- whatever! They were normal. Why.. why in the moments where he needed his newfound powers help the most, they didn't arrive...
"Okay TSC... Everything is just, peachy."
His fingers traced across the walls of his cell, the metallic structure connecting with the slight spark in his finger tips.
"Just peachy."
He repeated to himself looking around once again, the area still the same but more still. The workers were simply looking at some screens, TCO stopped moving... Not a good sign, but after that beating he would most certainly want a rest. The humming in the background was still restless. The screens- what's on the screens anyways?
TSC took a glance over at the screen, it took him a double check before he got a clear view of what was truly going on. He witnessed as his dearest best friends made their way to the Rocket Corporation in a desperate attempt to save him. He watched how they were brutally beat and tossed aside-
"Like worthless trash" Some worker finished TSC's sentence for him, despite it all being in his head. The worker completely oblivious to this continued his conversation with his colleague as TSC gripped onto the bars.
"Like... Worthless, trash."
TSC bit his tongue hard, arms clasped around the metal like it was holding him from death.
"No, that's not true.."
He whispered to no one but himself, the reflection from the poles presenting his disheveled desperate state.
"My friends aren't trash."
He said with a bit rougher tone his eyes darting around the outside of his cell. His breath slowly becoming shorter.
"They're my friends!! Theyre powerful... They'll be fine!"
TSC laughed nervously trying to make sense of the situation. He kept a mildly concerned smile on his face, teeth grinding together like a maniac. His eyebrows were upturned as he tried to hold onto the last piece of peace left within him. His eyes focusing back onto the screen to his friends... Red and Blue comfortable within their cell.. that's good.. it calmed TSC down just a slightest bit. He turned to the next screen. Yellow getting violently thrown onto the concrete floor of the distant house with the coding panel.
"They won't... Yellow will be fine."
TSC continued to glare at the screen as the moment repeated constantly, Yellows glasses flying to the side as the glass shattered. His skin tattered in cuts from those shards and his previous battles, blood splattering clear enough for the screen to pick up.
"He will be fine."
TSC said firmly as his eyes began to contract as the moment looped in his mind.
"He will be fine."
He tried to block out all the negatives and focus on the amazing adventure his friends were having a few days ago! How heartwarming, how lovely, how peaceful... TSC took a deep breath relaxing his face and controlling his emotions. His eyes slowly opened just barely glancing at the screen, Yellow laying on the bloodied ground as the workers forced him to get up onto the control pad.
"Fine." TSC said finally as his eyes in his reflection began to glow with a bright neon green light. His arm bent the metalic pole with one sheer pull opening an escape for him. The workers caught on immediately, but not fast enough. By the time they reached the emergency button the two workers were beaten down by TSC. He glared at their unmoving bodies with an unchanged expression, alarms blazing all over the Rocket Headquarters.
TSC paid no attention to the ruckus he was creating, as his focus was now on TCO. The stickman stuck to his chair, the headset around his head barely hanging on as his head was limp. TSC took the headset off his new alliance snapping it in his palm and tossing it away. The headset broke in an instant leaving an open crack across the empty cube.
TSC effortlessly picked TCO up slinging him over his shoulder like a ragdoll. He turned to the exit as several guards began to ram their way into the room. TSC paid them no attention, his steps becoming lighter as he became more aware of the powers he held within him. He began to float as the guards aimed their weapons, despite all the shots that were fired, TSC dodged all of them in a plethora of dashes whilst in the sky. The distance between the group and TSC closing in before TSC knocked every worker out with one strike.
He took no time before flying at his next targets with immense speed... His targets being his friends, he will find and save everyone. He sped through the hallways becoming as fast as lightning, papers flew in the air as he passed causing a loud commotion to erupt especially due to the blazing alarm.
He twisted and turned, each hallway repeating the same annoying layout.
'I don't have time for this.' TSC continued to think to himself now considering breaking through every wall just to find anyone that he knows.
In the end he found someone he knows. Agent Smith. TSC had no real knowledge on Agent Smith except from the fact that he was to be eliminated for hurting those TSC loves.
"Don't resit this." Agent Smith said in his authorative tone as he held out his gun, the machine being far more advanced than what TSC has seen from the others.
"And give myself to you? You hurt my friends, now I will hurt you." TSC glared at him, his dedication for saving the colour gang overtaking his every thought.
Agent Smith stared coldly before he began to shoot without warning, TSC didn't expect them to be so fast, just barely dodging a fatal blow. It cut through his cheek slightly, but the scar healed the next second.
"You're something... unnatural." Agent Smith threw his lasso tool. Thanks to being Victims right hand man, he often had special perks that others didn't have. These being, having the ability to use Victims own advanced weapons.
TSC jumped off the walls flying past the attacks of both the gun, and avoiding getting trapped by the lasso. He put down TCO momentarily as he flew directly at Agent Smith. Despite being the one to usually plan before getting himself into a battle TSC didn't believe he had time for that, especially when his friends were in danger.
Agent Smith copied TSC and bounced the lasso off the wall as it tied around TSC's leg, simply by pure luck. Agent Smith shortened the line causing the move to throw TSC off his track landing his head into a wall. Agent Smith tied the weapon to an exposed pipe. Ofcourse, Agent Smith wouldn't act so rash if he didn't know that the pipes were built in such a specific way, making them almost indestructible. As for the lasso? With the tool being worked with under Victims hand.. obviously he had to modify it with a few cheat codes that would make it far stronger than just a flimsy lasso. TSC was now like a fly tied to a leash as Agent Smith continued to fire more bullets.
"...sc.." TSC began to hear a faint shout from afar
"...tsc!" The voice became clearer as TSC began to block out any other noise.
"TSC!!" The voice rang out, a recognisable one... Red was in his cell with Blue many metres away from the battle. After hearing all those gunshots they could only begin to theorise that TSC was coming to help.
"TSC!!!" Red continued to call out becoming a bit more tired from wasting his breath so much.
"This is useless... TSCCC!!!"
TSC finally decided to make up his mind, he began to fly in the opposite direction of where he was attached too. Directly to the one side not attempting to move out of the way or the gunshots. Agent Smith continued to blaze at TSC as his body repeatedly become bloody and dismantled only to heal the next second. Agent Smith didn't notice what TSC was planning until it was too late.. Thanks to TSC's new strength, he was able to tug hard enough to make not only the pipe move, but the entire structure to fall out of the wall. And once the wall entirely collapsed from itself, TSC threw it at Agent Smith with his full force. Agent Smith failed to dodge in time causing his body to be thrown back by the reinforced concrete. TSC picked up TCO not wasting anymore time on the weakened Agent as he flew off once again.
Reds voice began to become clearer and louder as TSC finally locked eyes with his best friends Blue and Red within their cells.
"TSC!! Haha!!! You did it, you got out!" Red already began to cheer as TSC let himself calm down especially after having such a violent reaction to Yellow being beat up.
"I finally found you guys."
"Nice to see you... And in good shape.." Blue spoke up with a lazy smile on his face, probably weak from the blood loss.
"What did they..-" TSC shook his head "-No time."
"Yellow is in the small house with the control pad, the workers took Green somewhere but we don't know where he is now." Red spoke up as TSC placed his hands on the metal poles and bent them out of proportion. The new space made allowed Blue and Red to escape from their cage.
"Woah, you're a lot stronger than I remember!" Red said smiling excitedly.
"I am..Red, Blue, I need you two to get out of this place."
"What about Yellow and Green?"
"I'll try to find them, we know where Yellow is so we'll be able to save him.. as for Green.. I'll keep searching around but I'm hoping you two find him. As long as you two make it out I'll handle the rest."
"No need to tell me twice, I hate this place." Red ran over to Blue gently placing his arm under Blues shoulder acting as a tool to lean on. Blue balanced on one leg as he thanked Red with a small nod.
"How will we know you'll be okay..?" Blue asked quietly.
"We'll meet up near the small house with the control pad, by the time you get there I should be there helping Yellow escape.
"Alright!! Plan rescue is on the go!"
"Ow- relax a bit.. I'm still hurting here.."
"Right, sorry!"
"Okay. I'll see you guys in an hour, hopefully less."
"You sure you don't want to put the black haired guy down (TCO). I can carry him too."
"I know you can, Red. But it's best you don't put too much pressure on yourself, afterall you're injured too."
Red rolled his eyes "Alright, now stop slacking around and go save Yellow or Green!"
"And come back in one piece, I wouldn't want to make more healing potions than I already have to." Blue said with annoyance taking in just how injured everyone will be as TSC gave them a reassuring smile.
"Can't promise anything!" He said jokingly before flying off, somehow even with his powers being clear TSC he was still unaware of what he was doing. Blue and Red looked at him with a bit of shock but shrugged it off, after all they have used creative in Minecraft, this is no different. The two slowly made their way out of Rocket Headquarters as TSC flew deeper into it...
His body brutally collided with the floor, blood filling up in his throat as his cheek grazed the shattered glass on the floor.
"We told you once already. Put in the code." A insignificant worker spoke up in his rough tone as Yellow tried to face the blurry figure with a glare.
"Why do you want-" Yellow was shut up as his stomach was kicked at a sharp uncomfortable angle.
"No questions. If we want you to put in the code, you put in the fucking code alright?" The worker pulled Yellows head up by tugging on his hair looking directly at him.
"You want to live don't you?" Yellow was threatened, only responding with a short laugh.
"You can't kill me. If you're this desperate to get the code then you wouldn't try to kill the only person who knows it." Yellow tilted his head with a smirk laced with venom. The worker let go of Yellows head pushing it into the glass shards.
"You're right. I can't kill you... But I'll have one hell of a ride torturing you." The worker continued to stuff Yellows face into the shards as they cut into his skin. Yellow had to hold back a scream as each sharp corner pierced into his skin tearing through the layers until their reached his flesh.
"Now.. how do we feel about the code?"
"... Fuck off." Yellow hissed as the worker pushed Yellow for the last time. The worker scoffed as he began to speak.
"You're becoming boring.. maybe I should tell the boss to just kill those 3 other stickmen-" Yellow lifted his head looking at the worker intrigued "-The Blue, Red and Green one are basically useless.."
"What- woah woah woah, kill them?" Yellow asked sounding a bit too concerned as the worker grinned
"Yes yes.. those guys, they are your friends I recall?"
"What about it."
"Nothing, just... Compared to all your little friends, the only stickman we truly need is you. Keeping them around would be a waste of time... Unless, you wouldn't want us to kill them?"
"I...-" Yellow could already tell where this was going, he cut the tension short "- I'll put the code in, just don't do anything to them." He said bluntly, he's already watched enough movies to know how this would end. Plus sacrificing the code is a lot less intense than sacrificing his own life, which happens far too much in movies. Therefore it wasn't as bad of a choice to make.
"Ofcourse you would." The worker pulled Yellow up forcefully pushing him to the computer.
"Now do your job." He said as Yellow simply gripped onto the sides of the table to hold himself up. He was the weakest stickman in his friend group, smartest in battle, but never the strongest. He considered putting the worker into a head lock and snapping his neck... But he didn't have Reds strength. He didn't have Greens agility. He didn't have the Blues durability. He didn't have TSC's stamina. He was just Yellow. The nerd that was incapable of fighting back. Often in times he hated himself for it... He hated the fact that he was so weak. He hated the fact that he was so dependent. He hated the fact that he was the worst stickman in the colour gang.
But that wasn't true, ofcourse it wasn't. Despite everyone's strengths, their weaknesses, their flaws... No one was the worst. Red wasn't just strong because he had the most muscle, he was also strong because TSC was there to jump in if he ever needed to rest. Green wasn't just agile, he needed help from Blue each time he took a hit. No one was complete, and Yellow wasn't alone. Instead of worrying about his stupid flaws and issues. He knew what to do, he knew how to fight. Why worry about what you can't do when you have your answer right Infront of you?
Yellow placed his fingers on the keyboard as he began to type, his only source of sight being the very corner of his glasses that have not snapped off yet. He was the smart one, therefore he should put his mind into his craft. If no one knew the code, then so be it. He could put it in.. a perfect code... To explode the entire Rocket Headquarters
"What the fuck do you mean he escaped?!" Victim shouted slamming his fist on the table in frustration as his co-workers flinched.
"We're- We're working on it now boss!" Said one of the workers as Victim shoved all the things placed upon his desk to the side.
"Send in only the best! Do you know how much trouble your ignorance placed us in?!"
"Boss.. I'm, I'm so sorry- I'll"
"Just-" Victim let out a sigh rubbing his temples "- handle this as soon as possible." He calmed down his tone as the worker nodded running off to collect more high grade fighters and security to prevent TSC from causing anymore chaos. The alarms were thankfully able to bring awareness to those too weak, allowing them to be evacuated from the Rocket Headquarters until everything was handled.
Victim gripped his table until his knuckles became white, he hung his head low holding back the urge to let out all his emotions right there and then. He took a small glance at the serveral items he knocked off his desk, a familiar wooden frame peeking out from underneath many many files. He leaned down reaching for the frame and pulling it up onto his desk with a solemn look upon his face. In the frame laid a perfect picture of his world, Mitsi. Her hair tied into that loose ponytail which swayed in the summer wind. Her dress twirling with her body like an elegant swan. Her smile shining through all the dark memories healing Victims shattered heart. Her beauty and love was so innocent, head in the clouds dreaming for a sweeter world. Her kindness would strive to support those less fortunate, developing things that would change the outcome of a stickman's life for the better.
Victim traced his thumb on the shattered glass of the frame, silently cursing himself out for throwing the frame so violently with all the other items. He placed the frame down onto his desk directly in the middle as the only object. Victim tightened his tie as he began to leave his office. He wasn't about to let such an opportunity slip out of his hands, he wouldn't let TSC leave. Even if it cost him his own life.
Yellow hovered his finger over the enter button, the code was ready. It was only a matter of time till his 30 minute countdown till the explosion began. All he needed was just a little confirmation that his friends would get out safe. The worker with Yellow was thankfully unaware. Despite Yellows long hesitation he didn't know whether or not Yellow finished the code nor what it truly was. He assumed Yellow was simply trying to waste more time in order to wait for someone to save him. The worker couldn't care less, afterall he was certain no one would make it in time... That was until... The alarms from the Rocket Headquarters echoed, blazing through several yards. The sound causing the worker to turn momentarily taking a look through the window at the situation at hand. Big mistake.
Yellow grabbed the remains of his glasses twisting them until the glass poked out of the frame. He ran at the worker pushing the glass deep into the workers throat from behind, slitting it as blood poured out like a waterfall. The worker struggled to breathe as he pried Yellows hands off. Blood staining he stickman's shirt as he coughed splattering the crimson on the glass like a spray bottle. The workers knees collapsed, his skin turning an uncomfortable purple as his head finally pressed against the wall and he slid down to his inevitable death.
Yellow pressed the button allowing his elaborate code to begin working, although he didn't have any glasses anymore he could live with everything being blurry for a while. He knew TSC or the rest of the colour gang must of have gotten out considering the Rocket Headquarters was in a panic. It gave him the hope that everyone would be free and safe. And they were.. since TSC happened to show up right before Yellow in the next few minutes.
TSC was breathing heavily as he dropped the dark hollow head stickman on his shoulder.
"Yellow!"
"TSC!" The two ran up to eachother glad to see that they were both safe.
"How about the others-?! We really need to get them quick!"
"Red and Blue are leaving the Rocket Headquarters now. They're finding a quiet way to leave without getting caught. They'll make it out just fine." TSC reassured Yellow as he let out a sigh of relief.
"How about Green?"
"That's the issue, I cannot find him! I've broken through the entire-"
"TSC YOU NEED TO FIND HIM!"
"I know, I know don't worry! Even if all the workers find me I can beat-"
"No that's not what I mean! I put in a code to explode the entire base!"
"WHAT?!"
"I was sure that since- since the alarms were going off. You were free, which you are, and found everyone!"
"Oh my Alan.. how much time do I have?"
"10 minutes."
"Fuck."
"I can't do anything to reverse it- I put in a code to make it indestructible and-"
"Okay!...okay, it's okay! I'll go back in there- I- I will find him. And when I do- we can all go back and play stupid-fucking-Minecraft!" TSC pe
eled at his skin trying to control his anger issues despite slowly spiraling into a pit of desperation.
"TSC-"
"No! I got this! I got this!!" He pulled on his own hair before taking a deep breath in.
"... You got this." Yellow put his hand on TSC's shoulder comforting him. Although Yellow was more logical than emotional he wasn't going to place his friend through more stress simply because his statistics shown Green wouldn't be found in time.
"Thanks.." TSC sighed ".. take care of him won't you?" He pointed at TCO laying unconsciously on the ground
"Sure. You go, and even if you don't find him.. help save Red and Blue." TSC nodded before he flew off on his search mission for Green. Yellow waved him off before he let out a sigh looking at the unconscious Stickman he would certainly need to carry.
Greens face was plastered against the teal transparent wall already tired to the core. After all he's been in 3 battles already, if you include the worker with the pipe. And he just spent the last half an hour inside this Alan forsaken cell punching and kicking around in a desperate attempt to break out. Obviously it didn't work.
"This is so-" He hit his head against the same wall "-fucking-" he did it again a bit harder in a way to punish himself for giving up "-stupid." He hit it one last time exhausted with the situation and tired of himself. Green already spent a lot of time sulking around but now his boredom was seriously getting to him. Not just boredom, hell, the fact that his friends were all locked up in the middle of Alan knows where?!
Green turned back to the wall, nothing but still an empty hallway with no hopes or joys. Sure the alarms went off, maybe his friends were free. But he's already been here 20 minutes and they're still blazing.
"For Alan's sake.. where are they." Green let out an audible sigh leaning even deeper on the wall... As it... Began to shatter.
"If only I didn't volunteer for this stupid testing-" he continued to mumble as more of the roof began to fall on itself causing the transparent wall to continue to crack.
"- I should of have just fought... Dammit!" Green exclaimed hitting his head harshly against the teal wall as it shattered whole.
He stood there for a moment stunned but instantly regained his energy and began to run down the halls
"Holy cow!! That worked!!" He laughed out loud not realising that the cell he was just in collapsed on itself.
"Where too... Where too...?" This place was a damn maze, Green didn't even see anyone around which made things so much more difficult. He ran into a gigantic auditorium with a blossoming tree planted in the middle. It reached high... Far more detailed than the trees in Minecraft, it looked precious.
Green snapped out of his thoughts as he noticed the windows above the very tree. Wasn't it a good day to be observative?
His hands clasped on the trees trunk as hard as he could as he began to climb... Sure it burnt. A lot. Broken ribs and climbing wasn't a very good duo. However, as long as it meant he would be able to get back to his friends then if was worth it. His leg slipped as he abruptly gripped onto one of the branches, a clear pop and crack was heard coming from him. Either another rib, or Green is really going to need to get checked up.
His hands were already weak as he pulled his body up higher on each branch. Trees were very pretty, but their bark was very sharp and still hurt a lot... Before Green knew it he was finally at the top.. finally reaching for the glass, his fingers pushing hard... As it didn't budge...
"Ofcourse..."
Obviously it wouldn't budge. No one designed the windows to be open, at least not these windows specifically... Green let out a loud groan as he began to climb, well, slide back down the tree.
"This sucks! Why do these windows need to be so thick!? I'd kick them down if I needed too!" He groaned finally getting onto the ground, plan A was out of reach. Now it was time for plan B... Find a Plan B.
He continued to run down the halls, each one repeating with the same boring layout. Seriously, how big was this place?! Green huffed slowly down as his legs began to hurt. He would often boast about his speed, afterall... He was able to outrun the entire colour gang when escaping spiders, however, he's already been running for so long he might aswell slow down. It's not as if his impending doom is coming for him.
... The ceiling a few metres away began to slowly collapse on itself while Greens was oblivious due to the ringing of the alarms.
He's fine, probably not.
Green turned a corner as he finally saw it, a large window. Not the most ideal, but if he could simply break it he would be free. He stepped up to the glass taking a look outside first. He was on the very edge of the building, a few trees in the distance but otherwise an open field. Plan B was now in operation.
Green reached out to grab a chair, his hands clutching onto it hard. He was so ready to be free! ...
He looked out of the window once more, TSC, Red, Blue, Yellow, and even the black hollow head (TCO). All that was missing was Green.
He shattered the glass hopefully as the chair went flying and the material scattered across the floor
"Guys!.. GUYS!" he began to call out to the group which has seemingly not noticed him yet.. they're too far away, wayyy too far away. Green looked down, what a day to be on the top floor. Am I right lads or am I right lads? He had to raise their attention somehow..
Green took the metal chair he used earlier and began to reflect the light off of it. Thank Alan for Yellows boring lessons on physics science and whatever...
"GUYS!!" he continued to yell switching from a that to reflecting the light.
"They'll never notice me!! Dammit!" Green threw the chair a side about to find a different way out when the hallway he came in through collapsed
"Shit..." He failed to notice all the chaos happening inside the headquarters causing him to be engulfed in it.
"Why does everything want me dead?!" He yelled in frustration trying to poke his head out into the hallway only to retreat when more concrete fell from the ceiling. His footsteps pulled away instinctively as the floor under his feet began to crumble.
"No-no-no-no" he continued to step back, thurther and thurther until he was against the window again. The whole building collapsed as debris tumbled over Green and the ground below.
"Red Blue- have any of you found Green?" Yellow asked trying to make out their faces past the blur.
"No, but maybe TSC has!" Red shouted enthusiastically
"If anything he will respawn back at home." Yellow intercepted.
"Yea, or Alan can refresh stickmen fighting!"
"Or, we can find him after and heal him.." Blue whispered weakly as he looked up to meet his friends faces.
"Great... But we seriously need to get out of here."
"Can't we wait a bit longer? Green and TSC might-"
"Red... I put in a code. A code to destroy this laboratory whole."
"That's exactly why we need to find TSC and Green!" Red exclaimed letting go of Blue allowing him to rest against the wall of the remote building they were beside.
"No- it's too dangerous. You'll never find them in time!"
"How much do I have left?"
"5 minutes." Yellow said firm and final as Reds eyes flicked from the laboratory to his friends. His mind contemplating whether or not to take the risk despite how injured he was.
"It's for the best."
"... Fine." The two gave eachother a small nod as a very familiar orange flash of light appeared between the two. TSC took a few breaths slumping as his cut knuckles continued to splatter blood onto the ground.
"Let's go." He said as the other three looked at eachother in concern.
"Green?" Red asked about him wearily as TSC shook his head.
"But.. we do need to get out, and now. Or else we won't get back on time-" TSC picked up TCO's still limp body before throwing him over his shoulder.
"Yellow, Red. How long can you hold on?"
"Long enough. Let's go."
"You know how long!" TSC nodded as he picked up Blue next placing him on his other shoulder.
"Grab onto my legs, you'll be hanging in the air for a while until we get back home." TSC began to float up lightly as both Yellow and Red followed TSC's orders.
Green coughed violently underneath all the rubble and dust surrounding his body. He didn't feel this much pain since the first time Red was posessed by herobrine. Everyone was weaker at that time, no sense of their capabilities, horrible pain tolerance. After all they were just kids.
Greens hands wrapped around some metallic poles that were digging into his shoulder as he ripped them out alongside some skin. He had to hold back letting out a scream as his fingers inspected the wound. He could feel his own bone, the chill rushing down his body like a disease. He continued to push and tug further around the rubble. Each sharp end digging into his stomach, legs, arms, face. It was inevitable to get out without tearing half of his body up.
He pushed his body forwards lightly as more small pebbles rushed down on his head. Thankfully he was facing the right way up as a tiny shine of light shot into his eye.
"Thank fuck.." Green continued to struggle with the rubble, now aiming to move like a worm to get closer to the surface. His fingers... Well, the only ones he had left. Lightly pressed against the wall of weak concrete before him as the piece fell backwards. The sun shone into his burrow of depression as his body continued to desperately struggle to get out. His legs snapped, his hands curled, face covered in cuts until you could see his veins.
Greens hand pushed out into the sunlight, despite it's uncanny state it was so relieving. His eyes followed up to the sky as he began to watch a bird begin to fly up above.
Not a bird. No, no. It's an orange one, no wait... Blue.. Red? Yellow..?
His eyes focused struggling to make out the shape in the sky that gradually became more distant.. it looked like when the colour gang tried to make an ultra version of themselves by pretending to be different body parts and holding eachother up.. now, wasn't that funny- hey woah.
"TSC.. and.. the others!" Green smiled as he continued to tug forwards, now more desperate than ever. One hand gripped onto the sharp corners of the rubble to continue to drag himself out. There was most certainly a pipe stuck to his knee, but it didn't matter. His friends were here! They would surely save him... Surely..
He pulled his upper body out gazing off into the distance which has now become a needle in a haystack.
"Guys..?" He asked smiling a bit. He knew they were leaving, it was obvious. He took a few ragged breaths taking a look at the chaos around him. Everything engulfed in a smoke of dust. Rooms that held so many depressing memories now shattered and broken down into nothing.
He turned around as his eyes widened. "Oh Alan no.." A bomb. Not just any bomb. One with so much power it could kill a whole city. And Green was right below it.
"Why?! Why-why-why-why-" He continued to try to pull himself out, now more desperate than ever. The pipe lodged into his knee was slowly pulled down with each pull. Green grunted biting his tongue every time he could feel the pipe continue to tear at his knee.
"Guys!?! Guys!!" It was futile calling out. No one was around to save him. Green glared at the ticking time as if he would die permanently. Obviously he would respawn.. and death was supposed to be nice to him.. why did everything hurt so much all of a sudden?
TSC pushed to his limits as the 5 successfully made it back to Alan's PC. Yellow peeked out of the crack made in the corner one last time as the bomb exploded into an array of blinding lights and booming sounds. Blue was quickly given a potion of healing as he chugged at least 3 instantly. His injuries thankfully closing as his heart began to regain its momentum. TSC laid TCO on their couch watching the unmoving figure which had very similar features to his own.. and Red? Red stood before Greens bed awaiting him to respawn. He was kind of excited to see him again and ask about everything that happened. Plus.. he obviously didn't want to learn his friend was gone forever.. the chat log did say 'Green died'. So he should come back, obviously... but this time? He might really be dead.
Minutes went past.. hours... And yet no Green.
"I know he usually likes to sulk around in front of the respawn screen but this is ridiculous." Yellow spoke folding his arms. Everyone was now gathered in Greens room after him being a no show.
"Maybe he's salty that we left him?" Red asked as a pair of shoes was tossed to him. Finally he was free from the curse of having only one!
"I hope this doesn't become a habit." TSC asked brushing his hands off as he was the one to toss the shoes.
"We should most likely refresh stickmen fighting. If he's still 'dead' then he will come back." Blue spoke up, now finally healed whole and treating everyone to some delicious homemade ramen.
"I'll do it." Yellow put down his empty bowl leaving the house as he approached the app Stickmenfighting. A game made by Alan where every stickman was made. Well... Except from TSC, TCO, And TDL. Yellow climbed up to the top of the bar as he pressed the refresh button... Nothing..
"Check inside, he might be really pissed." Red said half jokingly half serious as he himself walked into the app. They checked every corner... Nothing.
"This is wrong." Yellow tapped his foot, one finger on his bottom lip trying to figure out some sort of code to bring him back.
"He should be back" Blue stated the obvious looking around at everyone else's reactions.
"He probably died that impact right...? Unless.. he was free.. right?" Red became more jittery as he searched for reassurance.
"Green already knew where they were bringing Yellow, he would of have been with us." TSC mumbled.
"The chat said he died. I don't understand- is there something up with the code?" Yellow continued to bite on his nails as his head spun with any logical answers.
"What if! He respawned when we didn't look and ran off!" Red exclaimed smiling as he tried to hold himself together.
"He's confrontational. He wouldn't just leave like that!" Blue shouted back, they all know that if Green was there he would be offended as hell and made it a 3 season long issue.
"... What if he's dead dead?" Red muttered.
"Don't, say that nonsense." Yellow snapped, he wasn't keen on emotions and wasn't about to let anyone get sappy over a issue some code could fix.
"Only person who can kill us is Alan, and even then we beat him." Blue continued to be a voice of reason.
"Right. Just because I asked him to spare me." TSC folded his arms.
"Hello? Focus! Green isn't coming back!" Yellow snapped at them again as his foot tapped even harder.
"I might be of help." A lower voice spoke out. Everyone froze turning to the doorway. Black long hair, black coat with white fur. A basic outfit and a tired look. He tilted his head as TSC spoke up.
"You.. you got us into this mess." TSC arose from where he was sat approaching TCO with a bit of a glare. He wouldn't hurt him, but his annoyance was overflowing.
"I needed support, and I guess I also caused this whole dilemma."
"You'll help us find Green. No matter the cost understood?" TSC placed his finger on TCO's chest harshly as he threatened.
"Hey-" he put his hands ups defensively "I already said I would. I know why he's not coming back."
The four looked at TCO with suspicion as Yellow looked him up and down.
"Speak."