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[echostarz123]

Okay so I just got a crazy idea for a fan fiction and here's some art I made to go along with it!

Ft. Purple and Tdl! (...this won't end well-)

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[sammy8d257]

In the Week that Follows - Chap. 2: Day 1 - Cleaning (part 3)

An AvM fanfic Written by Sammy8D257

Part of the Watered Down Hot Chocolate Series

Cover Art / Day 0 / Day 1: 1 - 2 - 3 / Day 2 / Day 3 / Day 4 / Day 5 / Day 6 / Day 7 / Day 8

Chapter Word Count: 4740

Characters: King (He/Him), Purple (They/Them), (Only mentioned but Gold uses They/Them)

CW for this Chapter Part: Unhealthy coping mechanisms, Self-Hatred, Minor Swearing, King's Anger Issues, Poor Mental Health, allusions to unhealthy eating habits

[AO3 vers. (Full Chapter)]

(BRO I SWEAR I DID NOT MEAN FOR IT TO TAKE THIS LONG TO FINISH THIS CHAPTER. God I'm just happy its finally out now. I can't believe Day 1 is almost 4x the size of Day 0. alkslgjsdkgdls [head in hands] I hope you guys enjoy this!)

= O = o =

It was a little past 2 pm by the time they both were done eating.

King finished last and took the initiative to add their bowls to the pile in the sink. He made a mental note to rinse off the dishes and throw them into the dishwasher later. Turning back towards the table, King watched Purple place the now empty container back into their pink tote. A satisfied smile was on their face and King could feel it mirrored on his own. 

"Sooo…" Purple glanced back at him as King spoke. "What now?"

"Now?" The younger stick said as they straightened and fully turned to face the other. "Now it's time to do the second part."

King tilted his head in confusion. "Which is?"

"I'm going to help you clean your house."

"Oh," The orange stick paused, the statement not fully registering. "Wait, you are?"

Purple nodded. "Of course. I can't just leave you to clean your entire house by yourself."

And at that, King just nodded. Really, he should have expected this to be Purple's response. With how dedicated they were to helping him, he should have assumed it would also extend towards his home as well. 

"Yeah, okay that's," King stole a glance at the full sink at his back. "That would be nice. Thank you."

A smile so bright, King could have sworn the entire room got lighter, lit Purple's face at his words. After a moment, the younger stick figure coughed into their fist, their expression returning to something more neutral, but King could see the corners of their mouth were turned upwards.

"Right, ahem- So, I was thinking we could start by clearing out the easy stuff first," Purple made a hand wave gesture in the air. "You know, like all those books and stuff on the ground? We should organize those first before we clean anything else."

King nodded slowly as Purple explained their thoughts. Overall, it was a solid plan and a pretty easy one at that. Although the effects of the painkillers have since kicked in, King was still pretty tired and sore from the previous day. And Purple was right. The main room of the house was a mess of failed experiments, boxes, papers, and books. It would need to be cleared out first before any additional cleaning could take place. And really, it wouldn't take that much physical effort to organize through what could be kept and what could be discarded. At most, it would take a bit to gather everything.

With a final nod, King loosely crossed his arms and leaned back against the counter. "That sounds like a great idea."

Again, a grin broke out on Purple's face and they patted their pink tote once before taking a step towards King.

"Then let's get started."

Armed with a plan, clearing the main room goes incredibly well with various jobs being split between them. While King gathered all the discarded staff prototypes and welding tools, Purple went around the room collecting any easily picked up items. These ranged from small boxes to books to stacks of paper. Luckily for the two of them, objects like the daggers and the welding equipment that were strewn about the floor, were previously stowed away during the time Purple spent under King. The blanket that originally housed the pile of medical supplies was cleared away (King's bed becoming its temporary holding spot) and the piles of metal and books took its place. 

From there, the pair set about organizing through their respective piles. The staffs were sorted into reusable scrap metal, sellable scrap metal, and trash. Although Purple had no knowledge of experience in the field, King occasionally asked their opinion on the viability of some metals. 

"What do you think about this one?"

"Oh! Um, it's a very nice blue color! If you can't reuse it for anything, maybe you can get more for it because it's pretty?"

"Hmm… Probably not, unfortunately. It's painted aluminum. It might not sell as well but it should still be worth something."

Likewise, from their seat on the floor, Purple sorted through the stacks of books King had collected throughout the year. Originally, Purple had planned to just gather all the books and then place them on the bookshelf for future King to sort through, but upon picking up a book with a very clear library sticker along its spine, a separate pile was quickly formed.

King to his credit, looked incredibly embarrassed as Purple held a library copy of Welding for Dummies in the air.

"In my defense, I forgot I went there."

"Uh huh, and how long have you had these for?"

"Uh-"

"King."

"Only a couple of months-"

"King-"

"-to maybe a year?"

"King! That's a really long time!"

"I know! I know! I mean, hopefully if the book is still fine, we can return it and only have to pay the late fees and not the replacement costs!"

"Hmmm… let's just see how many there are."

By the time both of their original piles were gone and sorted, a couple of hours had passed. The afternoon sun still shone through the window casting the room in a warm glow.

King's pile of sellable scrap was not as large in comparison to his other piles of trash and parts that could be reused in future projects. Those piles contained bits of combined metal that King created in his attempts at making the perfect staff, so it made sense why the scrap yards probably wouldn't buy it from them. Though, despite the sellable pile being smaller, King reassured both Purple and himself that it would be enough to sell for a decent sum of money.

On the other side, Purple ended up with a stack of about 9 returnable and two damaged library books (turns out oil and burn marks are hard to get out of paper). Next to it was another stack of books that King owned and two boxes that Purple used to hold all the research paper found in the room. It was decided that the library books needed to be returned regardless of their physical status and to get their fees paid.

The two of them sat back and took a moment to admire their work. 

"Huh, well that wasn't too bad," King remarked, stretching out his back to release some tension. "And it only took us until… 6:30?!"

King's mouth hung open in shock. True to his words, the clock's keys pointed a little past the half hour mark.

"Huh… I guess so," Purple squinted up at the clock before turning towards King. "I'd say it's about dinner time, right?"

The older stick figure blinked, taking a moment to register the other's question before nodding. Despite having eaten hours ago, all the manual labor had worked up an appetite in him. 

Purple tapped their chin. "We already finished all the food I brought. So how about you wash up and I can get started on something to eat?"

A noise of protest sounded from King but was almost immediately shushed as Purple stood up. They had a sheepish look on their face.

"Don't worry about it. I like cooking! Plus uh…" Their eyes landed on King's hands and grimaced. "You've been touching metal for the past few hours. I don't think you should be handling food right now."

An embarrassed blush crept up his cheeks. Lightly, King wiped his hands along the bandages on his stomach, only to wince when it left a coppery brown stain. 

"Ah."

"Yeah…"

"I should probably go clean myself up."

"It would be for the best."

Purple shot him a small smile as King hissed out a breath and stood up. Turning on his heels, King made his way towards the hallway bathroom as Purple headed towards the kitchen. Once again back in the bathroom, the formerly royal stick took a moment to reassess his bandages. Aside from metallic markings along his midsection, the rest of the wraps looked fine. He figured he probably didn't need to change them yet and instead opted to use a slightly damp paper towel to clean up the residue.

He had just finished his clean up when a call caught his attention.

"Hey uh, King? I think there's a problem."

King frowned. He stepped out of the bathroom door to find Purple poking their head out from the living room archway. They looked nervous but also slightly annoyed.

"What's wrong?" King asked. Purple stared at him, eyes narrowed, as he walked down the hall. 

"You don't have any food here," They replied. "Or rather, the only food you have are boxes of instant macaroni and cheese, and ramen packets."

King raised an eyebrow at the younger stick figure's words. "Do you… not like mac and cheese?"

Purple huffed, the frustration growing on their face. "I do, but why are these the only sources of food in your house? You have a half quarter of milk in your fridge but you don't even have any cereal to go with it!"

King shrugged. "I'm not much of a cook." 

And Purple sputtered as he sidestepped them to enter the main room.

In all honesty, King didn't really know why Purple was getting so worked up over this. Sure it wasn't ideal, but food was food. The easier it was to make, the easier it was for King to dedicate more time towards his goals. Though that was in the past, right now he was more focused on just getting something to eat.

From behind, Purple caught up with his walk towards the kitchen and fell in step. "Has that all you've been eating?" They asked quietly. 

King shrugged again, taking a moment to glance back at the other. Their mouth was a hard line. "I also get takeout a lot."

Purple's face pulled into a scowl. 

"What was the last thing you ate?"

King blinked. "Aside from that thing you brought? Um… "

He squinted at the pile of dishes in the sink, trying to remember if the last thing he consumed was cooked or bought. "You know, I don't remember but it was probably ramen."

A hiss of air escaped Purple's mouth as they mumbled something under their breath. After a moment they sighed. "Let's just… order something."

"Alright," King said as he made his way to the kitchen counter.

From one of the drawers, King pulled out various takeout menus. There were menus for pizza, Italian, Mexican, American, and Chinese cuisine, all of which looked worn from use and sporting little golden stars next to specific menu items. He handed them to Purple for them to look over.

"Pick something, I don't really care what you want," he explained, pulling out his phone. "Just let me know what you want and I can order."

The kitchen was quiet after that as Purple shifted over the pamphlets. After a moment, they silently handed the menu for a local Chinese restaurant over to King and told him what they wanted.

One phone call later and an order of vegetable lo mein, sweet and sour chicken, and a side of white rice was set to arrive in 30 minutes. 

With that taken care of, King turned back towards Purple. Said stick figure was staring at his fridge with an unreadable look on their face. The orange stick chewed at the inside of his cheek. Was having an understocked fridge that bad? Sure it wasn't ideal but it never really bothered him. He didn't have time to go to the store that often and he was doing fine eating what he had on hand. Caring about food gets a lot harder when it's only yourself you're caring about.

Still, the stare that Purple gave made him uneasy.

"So… um," King said, breaking the awkward silence. "Let's say that I did have ingredients. What would you have made?"

Purple blinked in surprise. They brought a hand up to their chin and hummed.

"It depends on the type of ingredients you had on hand," King watched as they glanced around the kitchen. "Probably would have made something easy on the stomach. Maybe a soup?"

"Oh! Like that porridge thing you brought for lunch?" King asked. A small smile formed on Purple's face. 

"Lugaw, it's called lugaw. It's a rice porridge dish," They said softly. "My mom used to make it for me whenever I got sick."

"Aw, that's actually really sweet-" And not for the first time today, King felt like ice water was dumped down his back. 

Mom.

He jolted from his spot against the counter. "You're not a desktopper?"

Purple flinched, on guard from the sudden tone change. "What?"

"You're not a desktopper?!" A roaring panic rose in King. "You have a parent?"

"I mean-"

"You were born?!"

Whatever Purple said in reply drowned in the sea of King's racing thoughts. If Purple wasn't a created stick from someone's desktop or from some other media, then that meant they were born. And that meant they had a parent or guardian.

That meant he almost killed someone's kid.

"KING!"

Purple had his arms in a tight grip. They were trying to coax them down from their place at the sides of King's head. Huh, when did they get there…

Just like before, they were gentle in their actions, voice soft and calming even if he couldn't make out what they were saying.

Eventually, panic subsided and all that was left was a hollow numbness in his chest. Purple had settled themself next to him.

"King… are you-" 

[DING DONG]

Two pairs of eyes shot up at the sound of the doorbell.

King startled, moving to push himself off of the counter but Purple shook their head.

"The door, the food-" King rasped. Purple only shook their head harder and pushed him towards a kitchen chair. 

"Sit," They commanded. "I got it. Where's your wallet?"

King gestured towards the main room. "At my desk. Top left drawer."

The younger nodded. "Okay. Stay here. Focus on your breathing. I'll be right back." 

And with that, they turned and hurried out of the kitchen. 

Slumping into his seat, he could hear the faint sounds of Purple talking to the delivery guy. King groaned and buried his head into his hands. His mind was a mess of guilt and embarrassment. Guilt over the thought of nearly inflicting the same lonely torment he endured on to an innocent mother, and embarrassment because what the Flash was wrong with him?

Having the occasional breakdown every couple of weeks (or days) was fine but multiple times in one day? That was absurd. 

Purple probably thinks I'm a nutcase.

He felt pathetic. But before he could spiral further, Purple strode in with a brown paper bag in hand. King lifted his head to watch as they gently placed it on top of the table. They shot him a glance with a question clearly forming on their lips but King paid them no mind. The smell of noodles and chicken was already distracting him from his previous thoughts.

"I used one of your 20s. The amount was $18.48. The change was $1.52," Purple quietly said and placed King's wallet within his reach. "You can check to see it's all there." 

He glanced down at it, taking a moment to gauge Purple's own stare, before picking it up and tossing it onto the counter. 

"Thanks," He muttered before turning back to open the bag. The other end of the table was silent as he pulled out the cartons of food and chopsticks. King could feel Purple's eyes on him but he ignored them, instead focusing on arranging the food out on the table. After a moment, he heard Purple sigh and move towards the dish cabinet. 

They arrived with two plates, two forks, and a spoon as King finished opening all the takeout containers. They stuck the forks into the lo mein and sweet and sour chicken, and the spoon into the rice. With that they handed King one of the plates and settled into their seat across the table. 

It was quiet as the two sticks added food to their plates and it stayed quiet as they began to eat. 

King chewed on his chicken as he eyed Purple. The younger stick wasn't looking at him but he could tell that they had something on their mind. He cringed. No doubt Purple was going to ask him about his whole "freakout" over learning they had a parent. He gnawed on his chopstick. He hoped Purple didn't ask him too many questions. Frankly, even he didn't know why he reacted so viscerally and he did not want to explore those feelings at this moment. 

From across the table, Purple took in a breath and King mentally prepared himself for the confrontation.

"Do you know of any places that buy scrap metal?" 

He blinked. That certainly wasn't what he expected Purple to say. Though, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't relieved that the topic of conversation was about the future and not the past. If Purple didn't want to bring up what happened in the last half hour then King was more than happy to sweep it under the rug.

King stuck his chopsticks into his noodles, "There's a few places we can head too. Copper and Steel is the closest one but Mety's has better prices." 

Purple nodded. "Which one is closer to the library?"

"None of them are close per say, but C&S is on the same side of town at least," King chewed thoughtfully. "Why? Are you planning on checking some books out?"

"Well no," the younger stick answered. "I just thought that since we'd already be out, we could also get the rest of the errands done at the same time."

King paused, mulling over what Purple suggested. "Hmm… You know, that's not a bad idea. Nice thinking Purple!"

They beamed at him. "Thank you! So it's settled. We'll go to the metal place, the grocery store, and the library."

King nodded along. "Metal, grocery, library… That sounds good- Wait grocery?"

The orange stick looked over to Purple in confusion, second-guessing whether or not he heard them right. Purple, to their credit, held his gaze and blinked almost innocently at him. 

"Well you did say we could go run some errands while out," Purple said nonchalantly. "Wouldn't it also make sense to get some groceries?"

King slowly blinked at Purple, taking in that little bit of sleight of hand. A disbelieving smirk formed on his face.

"You sly little stick," King shook their head and chuckled. "Alright, I get it. I need more food in the house. We'll go get some tomorrow."

The grin sent his way could only be described as self-satisfied as the purple stick hummed and took another bite of noodles. King couldn't help the snort of laughter at the younger's action as he shook his head again and continued to eat.

With plans for the next day sorted, the two started chatting about how to continue cleaning. It was decided that King would work on finding some sort of means of transportation to help carry the metal and books for tomorrow. Once that was done, he'd start sweeping the floors. Purple in the meantime, would focus on putting the remaining books onto King's shelf. After that, they would organize the rest of the papers and miscellaneous boxes on the floor for King to look through in the future.

Over food and conversation, the outburst from before slowly slipped from their minds and neither of them were too sad to see it go.

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Nearly half an hour later and their Chinese takeout dinner was done. Just like before, King grabbed the used dishes and placed them into the sink while Purple gathered the leftovers and placed them in the fridge. With their meal complete, they made their way to the main room where King rummaged through his storage closet in search of bags big enough to hold pieces of metal. Purple busied themself with reorganizing medical supplies left out on King's bed. 

By the time King had found a couple of sturdy yard bags, Purple had deposited the various items into one of the empty boxes from the floor. As he approached them, they carefully scooted the newly christened medical box to the head of the bed by the shelf. From there the pair started going about their assigned tasks to tidy up the main room. They worked in a comfortable silence with only the occasional comment or question interrupting their work flow. 

This is nice, King thought to himself. How long had it been since he had another person in his space like this? Sure, Purple was there to help with the Minecraft plan but that felt different. He paused his sweeping to watch them work. 

They were short, a whole head shorter than King and that left them on their tip-toes as they slotted some books back on the top shelf. Despite the inconvenience, Purple had a look of determination on their face. It reminded him so much of the antics Gold would get up to…

A feeling akin to fondness bubbled in King's chest and he shook his head to clear it. He turned back to his broom and he continued sweeping. 

It was nice to have someone around again.

It wasn't until the sound of an alarm broke the quiet within the house, causing King to jump and Purple to scramble for their blaring phone. With a quick tap on the screen, the room fell back into silence.

King shook his head, a hand on his chest. "What was that?"

Purple, with their phone still in hand, blushed and rubbed at the back of their neck.

"It's my bus alarm," They said sheepishly. "It takes about 10 minutes to get to the nearest bus stop so I set it so I'd have enough time to get there." 

"You're leaving?" 

They nodded. "It's already almost 9. I'd like to get some sleep for tomorrow."

"For tomorrow? Yeah! That's right! You're coming back tomorrow?" Of course they'd be coming back. A few hours ago they made plans to meet back up the next day but that still didn't stop the hopeful lift in King's voice. If Purple noticed it, they didn't say anything.

"Mmhmm. I promised to help you, didn't I?"

"I mean, yes, but-" He stumbled over his words, a previous concern pushed itself to the front of his mind. "But, you also have to help yourself. Or, at least let me help you too."

The younger stick had started gathering their belongings into their pink tote but stilled at his words. Their eyes darted to meet his before darting down towards the medical box. For a moment, King thought they were going to protest like they did before but after a moment, they sighed and reached to pull out a roll of bandages and a bruise cream tube. They tossed those items into their bag.

"Okay."

"Cool."

"So… I'll see you tomorrow then?" A goodbye posed as a question, a small awkward smile formed on King's face. Purple readjusted the strap on their bag and hauled it over their shoulder. 

They locked eyes with King and with a look that could almost be considered fond, replied, "I'll see you in the morning."

Then without a word, Purple turned and left the house, the door closing with a soft click.

A second passed, then two, then three. There King stood, staring at the closed door. Slowly, he turned around to face the rest of the room. It was silent again, but for once, it didn't feel as oppressive as it once did. 

Maybe it was because for the first time in a while, the house was clean. Well not clean but it was as organized and tidy as it could be given the circumstances. Maybe it was because of the food King ate. He hadn't eaten that fully in a while. Or maybe it was because he wasn't alone anymore. Sure his house was empty at the moment, but Purple had promised to come back tomorrow morning. Even if they were… weird (and they were, a voice in the back of his mind told him he should probably assess those comments and actions he had filed away) but their help equaled companionship and who was King to complain?

Whatever the reason was at the moment, it was lost on King as he shuffled quietly towards his bed. The events of the day had well and truly begun to hit him. He was tired but it was a good tired. A satisfied tired. One that reminded him of trips spent camping from years ago.

Dimly, he knew he probably should clean himself up before going to sleep. He needed to brush his teeth, wipe the dust off himself, recheck his bandages…

But as soon as he locked eyes with the bed, he knew what his main priority was.

He was asleep before his head even hit the pillow.

= o =

Purple pressed their forehead against the bus's window, its coolness doing wonders for easing the tension in their head. 

They were… content, for lack of a better word. King had a smile on his face when they left so they must have done a good job.

The closest bus stop to their apartment was on West 9th street. Glancing at the screen near the front of the bus, told them they had just turned on off of 5th Avenue. Purple closed their eyes. They had 10 more stops left before they had to get off. 

Today went well. Not as smoothly as they had hoped it would but they were always ready to roll with the punches. Maybe they were just rusty when it came to this type of helping.

9 stops left. 

A series of giggles and poorly hushed laughter brought Purple out of their thoughts. Cracking an eye open, they watched as a group of nicely dressed stick figures passed by their seat and took some of their own seats near the back. They looked to be around Purple's age and were excitedly discussing a new club that opened up. Purple closed their eyes again, letting their chatter fade into the background. 

8 stops left.

King had been right. And that meant Purple had been wrong. But that was fine. Purple was wrong about a lot of things. That just meant they had to try harder to learn what was right for King.

7 stops left.

Today they learned that what they say can come off as condescending, even if that wasn't the original intention. King is more than capable of helping himself. Purple is there to only aid in his recovery and to make things easier. They owed it to him.

6 stops left.

Don't assume to know what's best, even if it worked well with their mother. King is not the same. Similar but not the same. Purple couldn't forget that. 

5 stops left.

One of the stick figures for the group had pulled the cord, signaling for the bus to stop. Purple blinked and watched as they filed excitedly off the bus. One stick, lilac in color, met Purple's gaze. They smiled at them, giving a curious but confused stare back before a friend pulled them towards the nightlife. For one brief moment, Purple felt a pang of jealousy.

4 stops left.

They shook that thought out of their head and refocused their eyes out onto the familiar lamp post lit streets. Going out to "party" was not important. 

3 stops left.

Two old men climbed onto the bus and sat in the front, quietly chatting about their day. Trying to get friends was not important (at least not yet, a smiling green face flashed across the back of their mind).

2 stops left.

A mother cradling a sleeping toddler walked off the bus. The child snuggled closer as the summer air hit their skin. Helping King was important. And by proxy, so was Purple. The bandages felt tight on their skin.

1 stop left.

The tired stick lifted their head from the window. They had a job to do. Nothing else should matter. They just needed to keep their priorities straight.

Purple pulled the cord and the bus slowed to a stop.

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[goofyasshoe00000]

Agent experiment!!

So @clipoom and I created this AU!!♥️

And yes, I ship king orange and agent

Context: King orange watches as (their) child unleashes his wrath and forms into his final infection stage whilst being tied down by Agent

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[oomie33]

Why does this happen to me?

#alan becker #stickman #animator vs animation #ava au #alan becker edit #ava fandom #avm fanfic #other

[cindersnows]

ava sticktober prompt 1: sticks flowers

YEAH i know day one is sticks but i couldn't muster up the energy to draw every single stick or even just every member of the cg. my bad

i did however grab the opportunity to draw a scene from the new chapter of my fic where blue gives purple flowers though so there's that. i will also post the actual chapter and pretend it's for sticktober here

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That evening, when Purple was escorted back to his room, his mind was filled with questions.

Why did Duke Green and Baron Rowan forgive him so easily? Was there any deeper meaning to what the Duke had said, or was he really just giving Purple advice? People didn't normally just- give random tips to their opponent, not unless they wanted to lose. Was this a Hollowic Empire custom?

There was the issue of the mission the King had given him too— steal the Craft Gemstone. Three days after arrival, and the prince hadn't even looked into the possible location of the gemstone.

For a moment, Purple felt irritated; Why would they brother task them something so difficult? There were theives and mercenaries all across the country that could do this job a million times better, especially considering the fact that basically everyone in the empire would have their eyes on Purple. They weren't even good at fighting! Why them?

Fucking hell.

They flopped onto their bed, groaning. This was way too much for them to deal with tonight. They'd much rather just sleep and not have to deal with any of this. Maybe if things went right, they wouldn't have to wake up.

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He slept through the whole night.

If he dreamed, he couldn't remember it, save for the lingering feeling of sadness that he often woke up with.

He would've rolled over and closed his eyes again, a futile effort to sleep for a bit longer, but the sunlight streaming through the curtains told him there was no point.

Purple took a deep breath, savoring his last moments in the comfort of his bed, before swiftly sitting up to get ready for the day. He drearily threw the sheets off himself and stood up, straightening his nightdress. The servants had already taken out his clothes for the day, as per his request, so that was one thing out of the way.

Getting ready took around an hour and a half—- the prince had only worn the barest of clothes: a simple white shirt, jacket and a pair of trousers. He didn't intend to do much today, head still swarming with emotions from the duel the previous day. He didn't quite want to address that.

Often, when he didn't feel like dealing with the pressures of socializing and high society, he would withdraw to his room for days at a time, focusing solely on his work to the point he forgot to eat and drink. It was unhealthy, he knew, but it helped him wind down.

This was one of those times. And since Purple couldn't exactly work while in a foreign city, he'd have to settle for reading books instead.

“Kombu, please get someone to bring me a few books on history and mythology,” He called out, not bothering to open the door.

Kombu Cone was the knight that the King had sent to protect Purple during the trip. They hadn't spoken much, but the knight seemed content to obey his orders with any conversation, and Purple was more than happy to do the same.

A small grunt of confirmation sounded from outside the door. After what felt like forever, a servant scurried into the room, holding a small pile of books.

“These are the librarian's recommendations; Please let us know if there are any specific books you would like to read,” the servant said. Purple nodded at her, and she quickly exited the room with a bow.

He grabbed the first book off the pile, inspecting the cover. 'The history of Dojo Duel Tournaments', the title read.

Purple hummed, running his finger down the side of the book. Dueling Tournaments were a large part of culture across the world, but they weren't very important in the Nether Kingdom. Back home, the warriors prided themselves more on battle strategies and war tactics rather than competitive fighting, and the books in the Royal Palace's library reflected this.

This was the first time Purple had picked up a book on the subject, but it never hurt to learn more about other cultures. He flipped open the book and began to read.

A few days passed like this; Purple would spend the whole day at his desk or in his bed reading, only taking breaks to sleep, eat, and bathe.

Occasionally, he heard muttering outside — Hollowic servants questioning the knights and servants that had accompanied him about whether it was normal for the prince to stay in his room for this long.

He didn't bother to pay much attention to those conversations.

Instead, he preferred to dive deeper into his books, living out the stories. That was what he loved about reading. It was like travelling to different time periods and countries, all within the safety of his room. This especially rang true with history and mythology, the latter often serving to entertain him with ridiculous stories attempting to explain the various natural phenomenons of their world.

Plus, it was fun to pick out the themes found throughout the various mythologies. Ancient Hollowic mythology seemed to place a lot of emphasis on tragedies and redemption, for example. This was a stark contrast to the stories Purple had been raised with, all detailing tales of war and over-convoluted revenge. He cringed, recalling the one where two groups of people played hot potato with a magical staff in an ongoing battle for weeks. Clearly, the writers of that one weren't sure how to create effective tension.

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A knock sounded at the prince's door, breaking their focus.

Shit, they'd just been getting to the most interesting part. They opened their mouth, preparing to just order whoever it was to leave, when the person spoke.

“Your highness, a letter has arrived from the King of the Nether Kingdom.”

Oh, shit!

“Bring it in!” Purple called out, voice slightly pitched. They'd forgotten about their brother and the mission entirely, too engrossed in reading. Was the King upset that he'd yet to send a letter detailing what he'd done?

The door opened with a click, and the servant scurried in, dropping the letter on the desk and leaving the room.

Purple got up from their bed, making their way over to the desk. They moved to pick up the letter, before pausing.

Did he really want to deal with another one of the King's thinly veiled scoldings, ranting in formal language about how Purple had 'disappointed him' and 'wasn't doing the one job he'd asked' and all that crap? Even though a small part of him felt guilty thinking of his brother in such a negative light, he still felt a little resentful.

They dropped their hand, shaking their head. Nope! Not now. If the King got impatient, they could just blame it on the distance. For now, they would do something else.

'What to do, what to do...'

They could just continue reading... but honestly, they'd lost the mood now.

Maybe a walk would help.

The prince threw open the door, walking straight out and down the hallway, only to bump right into Second.

“Purple, what a surprise to see you here!” He exclaimed, raising an hand to his mouth as if to emphasize his shock. Purple raised a brow, tilting them head to see all four of Second's friends looking at them with varying levels of interest— and not a hint of surprise.

“Really, what a surprise for you to bump into me just a few meters down the hall from the room I reside in,” They drawled. They didn't fail to notice the way Blue frowned, likely because of how they weren't playing along with... whatever this was supposed to be.

”Yes, yes, so shocking!” Second agreed, wow the boy was bad at acting. “But anyways, since we've happened upon each other, would you like to accompany my friends and I to the Imperial Gardens?”

Purple replied without hesitation, “Of course,” because what were they supposed to do, say no to the Imperial Prince who also happened to be their host?

Second nodded, apparently satisfied with his answer, and beckoned to follow him. “This way, then!”

The six of them started off on their walk towards the gardens in silence. Unsure what else to do, Purple decided to observe Second's noble friends ('noble' was a stretch— Baron Rowan was among the lowest of ranks, and Blue and Yellow didn't seem to have any titles at all. Honestly, they seemed less like his friends and more like the prince's band of servants).

Duke Green was, as always, dressed handsomely for the occasion. If someone were to ask Purple, they'd say he was overdressed, but he did not voice this thought out loud. They were probably on bad enough terms already.

Yellow and Blue were whispering to each other, just like they'd been the day before. If Purple strained his ears, he could hear them chuckle every few minutes. The pair were obviously close. He couldn't help but find this odd, considering all he'd heard about Blue was that she and Baron Rowan were very close friends. But again, he supposed people could have multiple best friends.

They reached the gardens relatively quickly, and gods, it was beautiful.

Purple had been to many castles, mansions and palaces before. Never had he seen a garden of such scale— not even his own palace's gardens compared.

The place was like a canvas littered with splotches of color, each bush covered in healthy, vibrant flowers. From lilies to columbines to daffodils, the garden was bursting with radiant hues that made Purple's jaw drop.

“Hey,” Someone called out, and it took Purple a moment to realise that Blue was talking to him. Leaf was stood near a row of brilliant indigo flowers, gesturing for Purple to come over. The prince obliged, stepping carefully as to ensure he didn't crush any plants.

“Blue. Hello.” Purple greeted with as graceful a tone as he could muster. He had a tendency to come off as irritated even when he wasn't, so he had to go the extra length to make sure no one was put off by him.

“Prince Aster, look at these,” Blue said proudly, motioning to the flowers. “These were the first flowers I grew in the Imperial Palace. They're called bluebells.”

Purple blinked in surprise, eyebrows raising a little. He knew they were bluebells, of course—- what surprised him was the first thing Blue had said. “You're one of the royal gardeners?” He questioned.

Blue fiddled with her hands, shaking leafs head. “Not officially, no, but I will be soon! Chosen allowed me to plant some things because I was learning, and also because I'm cool as fuck-" Leaf struck a dramatic pose to emphasize his point, and Purple had to hold back a giggle, "Once I turn 18, I will officially be appointed as one of the royal gardeners."

"That's wonderful,” Purple smiled.

The pair lapsed into silence for a bit. He had to salvage this— he didn't want any of Second's friends to dislike him, or else Second himself might start to avoid him.

Purple fumbled for something to say, “Did you know that certain flowers can have special meanings? Orchids, for example, are used to symbolize elegance, gracefulness and beauty. They remind me of my mother. It's fitting that she was named after them.”

Purple paused, realising Blue had gone completely silent. Had he spoken a little too much, or said something out of line-? Maybe it was condescending to talk to Blue as if they knew more about flowers than leaf, or maybe-

"Do you have any other flowers that remind you of people?" Blue asked, breaking the pause.

…They wanted to hear more? That was a first. Well, Purple wasn't about to turn down the opportunity to discuss something they liked.

Even then, they didn't quite know how to answer the question. He tended to assign flowers to most interesting people that he met, even if he'd only met them once. It was like second nature— Clematis for the viscount he'd met at the reception, Cattails for Kombu who seemed invisible and yet was always nearby, and for his brother…

"Well, I don't think about it particularly much." He responded. "But if you'd like to hear about any specific flower- or person- I wouldn't mind telling you."

"What flower would you associate with Second?" Blue asked, so quickly that it caught Purple off-guard.

"Well, the Imperial Prince…" He was naive, for one. Despite being the crown prince of the Empire, he likely didn't do much other than hold the title. He seemed carefree in a way, unbothered by the expectations of the citizens of the Empire, nobles and commoners alike. When he smiled, it was like the sun itself had emerged to greet you. And no matter how many mistakes Purple made, or how much they offended him and his friends, Second was always willing to help them and give them another chance.

"Crocus. They symbolize youth, and cheerfulness."

Blue nodded, smiling. "What about Green, and Red?"

"Red?" Purple tilted his head.

"Oh, Baron Rowan Redmond— we call her Red for short."

Purple chuckled. "You and your friends really like color nicknames, don't you? You're like a whole rainbow."

"Yep!" Blue agreed, popping the p. "Yellow's full name isn't even close to the word Yellow, honestly. We just chose it so he'd fit in. Their actual name is Beryl Fairman."

"As in, Marquis Beryl Fairman?" Purple blurted out, surprised. So Yellow hadn't just been some servant or low-rank noble, but a Marquis from one of the more well-known families of the Hollowic Empire. How had he not noticed?

"Yes. She doesn't really like all the fanfare, though. She prefers to just tell people her nickname instead." Purple nodded, understanding. From what he'd read up on the House of Fairman, they were well-respected within the Empire, both for their intelligence and their beauty. Many of the heirs and heiresses of the family ended up betrothed to one of the members of the royal family.

Did that mean Yellow and Second were engaged, then?

Purple frowned a little at the idea. He didn't know why, but it left a sour taste in his mouth.

"As for your earlier question, I'd say that Duke Green resembles an Amaryllis. It symbolizes pride. Baron Rowan would be an Iris— humble, and wise."

Blue barked out a laugh. "HA! Wise? Oink's far from wise, I tell ya. She is humble, you got that right, but the only thing she actually knows anything about is animals. She'd take a brawl over a book any day."

"So… more like a Geranium, then," Purple decided. "It means strength, and good friendship, but certain variants can also refer to… a lower intelligence."

"You can just call moo stupid, you know," Blue joked. "What about Yellow? Wait, no, what flower would you assign me?"

"For Yellow, I would say a rosemary." Purple didn't know much about Yellow, so that was mostly a guess. The marquis was likely intelligent too, so a flower to connotate wisdom would do, but that was about as much as he could figure out. "Blue, I'd say you remind me of a Jasmine Flower. Cheerful and amiable."

Blue's face lit up so bright, Purple thought for a moment that he was looking at a star. "Really? Thank you!"

He shook his head, cheeks heating up a little. "It's nothing, really. I'm just saying what I see."

"Well, it's still a compliment, so I'll take it all the same." Blue smiled. "You know, you're really smart, your highness. I've never met someone as knowledgeable about flowers as you."

Purple shrugged lightly. "Most people in high society know about these things. I'm not very special in that regard. We use flowers to send messages all the time. Like bluebells, for example," He touched one of the bluebells next to the pair, "are used to say 'I forgive you'."

Blue suddenly sat straight up, and Purple flinched back a little, surprised by the sudden motion.

"Is something wrong, Blue?"

"No. But watch this," He smiled, plucking off several bluebells and quickly weaving them together— oh, a flower crown! After about a minute, he finished the crown, and held it out to Purple.

Blue giving Purple a flower crown made from bluebells.

"Here! 'I forgive you'. You know, for the thing you said about me and Red at the reception." Purple looked down at the crown, a little dumbstruck, and then laughed softly.

"Thank you, Blue." He said earnestly, taking the flower crown and placing it upon his head.

Blue waved him off. "You're welcome." After a moment of quiet, she added, "You seem very nice, your highness. I'm sure the others would want to be friends with you. I know I definitely do." Blue pointed out.

Purple didn't respond, unsure what to say. Thankfully, Blue seemed to understand his hesitation. "You don't have to be our friend if you don't want to. But a rainbow isn't really complete without purple."

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[lara-prisma-avm-ask-blog]

With a little help from @shinymc, we were able to figure out what the King and Purple story would be.

Purple was practically saved by King from being attacked by wild wolves on the outskirts of Ashless, the kingdom of monsters. After that, King welcomed them into his castle until they got better, but soon realized that they didn't have a home and were alone, and that even less were from his kingdom.

That's how they met.

Purple wakes up to find themself in a strange bed surrounded by bandages and in pain.

King:”Don't try too hard, your injuries were serious, so better not move, child.”

Purple staring at the confused and scared stranger in the crown.

Purple:”W-who are you?? Where am I??"

King:”I found you close to my kingdom, did you know that the wolves in this region smell fear? Did you have in mind to come here?"

King waits for the answer but Purple just stares at they touching ther stomach with ther head down.

King:”You must be hungry. Jay!”

A slender stickperson with body spots and glowing eyes appears from behind the stand carrying a tray of food.

King:”I figured you were hungry, so I had something prepared for you to eat."

Purple stares at the tray being placed on their lap.

Purple:”I-I... I still don't know you..."

King realizes that they weren't from the kingdom.

King:”This is the kingdom of Ashless, and I am known as the king of wrath. Orange King."

Purple goes into shock and could barely keep ther nervousness.

Purple:”A-ah K-k-king??? My creator, I'm so sorry I disrespected you!!"

Purple tilts ther head forward, clasping ther hands together in apology.

King:”Don't be sorry, you were hurt, and you look young, I wouldn't let you die in vain."

King gets up from the chair he was sitting in and heads for the door.

King:”There are some fresh clothes for you in that closet, when you feel comfortable come to the throne room, Jay will show you the way.”

And so he leaves the room with Jay bowing on his way out.

Purple stares at the door for a few seconds and then stops ther food before starting to eat.

#animation vs minecraft #alan becker #animator vs animation #avm king orange #avm purple #avm fantasy au #avm fanart #avm fanfic #avm jacob

[an-t-hiho]

It's been a while since everybody realized that I'm Second Coming's Creator.

..Needless to say, plenty changed.

"Hello?" Came somebody's muffled voice, at least three knocks sounding from the other side of Alan's room. He was writing in a Book & Quill he deemed as his journal, but as the stick figure on the other side interrupted unknowingly, Alan shut the book and hid it in its usual secret compartment.

"Red?" Alan called out, a more questioning tone in his voice. Although he's been living in his sleeping PC for quite the while, it's still a bit difficult to recognize everybody's voice. They all kinda sound like his own, in a way, and it felt rather odd to listen to a version of his own voice talking even though his own mouth is zipped shut in a straight line.

"C-Can I..." Alan gave a sigh, "How many times do I have to say this?" He gave an awkward chuckle, "You're welcome anytime. Come in."

The stick figure came in.

Oh, Alan thought. It was Blue. ..That's just embarrassing.

Blue was carrying a block-made tray (it doesn't seem to come from Minecraft's normal database, Alan gave a silent hum as his eyebrow ridges raised slightly, did they figure out how to use mods?) that held a mushroom stew and some steak. Judging from the way it was shaking slightly, to which Alan frowned internally at once he noticed, the ex-human could tell that Blue was nervous.

Alan, externally this time, gave a frown. "Why so nervous? I'm still Alan, y'know?" He tried to joke with a faltering smile, but it slowly contorted to a worried sigh when his words didn't seem to do anything to console the other.

Silence fell into the room, the muffled noises of whatever was going on upstairs serving as white noise. As it too came to a stop, Alan bit back his lip and gave a sigh, standing up from his seat and shooting Blue a grateful smile. "Thanks for the food, Blue. ..Uh, tell Sec I said hi."

Without a word, Blue left.

Alan groaned and fell back onto his bed, exhaustion and annoyance biting deeply into his muscles (do they even exist anymore in stick-figure bodies?) after the exchange from earlier. His right hand sprawled to the side in search for something, anything, to distract his untreated anger, and found himself hugging a pillow tightly against his face. If I died in the PC, would I wake up and finally be back outside?

Alas, he was too afraid of death, so he sat back up and gave an annoyed groan. Alan's eyes wandered around his lavender-painted room (or, rather, it had a custom texture pack). Other than the fact that it's oddly colored, nothing else seemed to stand out. It was still somewhat empty. There was just a bed somewhere on the left, a desk next to it, and a nightstand to the south of the bed (he started using the map-y directions out of boredom).

...Although, now that he's focusing on his lack of furniture, Alan could tell that the so-called "secret compartment" isn't exactly secret since it's just inside a drawer under the desk. With his unfinished entry in mind, Alan got up and sat on his desk's chair, taking out the Book & Quill, going back to writing with his purple ink.

Purple...

..Sometimes, I miss the days where I was just "Purple" in their eyes. I remember going on adventures with them all, not having to worry about my true identity. Although I had to get the real Purple to comply to not show their face near them ever again...

Alan stopped, hesitating ever-so-slightly with his next choice of words. With a few thumps, he shook his head, scribbling over a few letters he started writing.

...No, they should know that I'm Alan Becker. I've always been Alan Becker. Purple.. The true Purple shouldn't have been dragged into my mess of an identity crisis.

Another pause.

Then, a melancholy sigh.

..I just wish they treated me the same.

[Entry End, see you tomorrow, PC]

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[luna-tori]

~ The Cave Nomad ~

~~~ 💠 ~~~

Adult life is complicated.

After season 3 of AvM ended, I had made an outline of what my own story would be involving the sticks, with my own characters alongside them.

However, many things happened, most of them personal.

This is the first chapter (what I managed to do for now). The rest is still in draft, it is practically complete, but some things still need to be added.

I really hope that you, dear reader, can enjoy this little project I'm doing. It's going to be time consuming, but I'm doing my best to make sure you enjoy this story I made.

And I'm sorry if there are any grammar mistakes...

(When I have time, I'll put it on AO3 too ^⁠_⁠^)

(I'm also thinking about putting out the Portuguese version...)

Anyway… I hope you like it. (⁠^⁠^⁠)

~ LunaTori

Notes:

The story takes place after AvM3.

It's a secondary story (filler arc).

About the sticks: Sec (TSC), Blue and Red are boys, while Yellow and Green are girls.

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Chapter 1: Deep Cave

I'm stuck. How great!

Trapped in a cave.

How did this happen so quickly?

This project was fail-proof, this didn’t have to happen…

Now I'm here, lying on the floor.

Sigh

Closing my eyes, I remembered the conversation from this morning.

~ Flashy Flashy-Backy Backy

"Are you sure you don't want me to help you?"

"I'll be fine, Blue. Don't worry so much."

"But I'm still afraid that something wrong will happen..."

" *Laughs* You look like Sec, worried about everything. "

" I'm serious. "

" It's okay... Nothing will happen, I promise. "

" Right... "

~~

What I thought was Blue's paranoia turned out to be reality.

I was testing my TNT launching machine, when due to a miscalculation, it caused an accident that made a crater on the ground. I ended up falling into the crater and destroying the exit I knew. And now, I'm trapped in this cave.

Luckily, I didn't have a serious injury, just scratches and a headache from the fall.

"Stupid machine! Why did you say that, Blue?!" - I got up, grumbling.

Okay, enough blaming others.

Think, Yellow. How to get out of here now?

And I don't have any pickaxe with me. Damn it !

Why was I not prepared for that day?

The machine was on the other side, so there's no way. I have to look for some way out of this cave.

I left there, the only way I had left to go. It's a leap in the dark, without knowing where I'm going to end up.

At least I have a torch with me to light the way.

===

I don't know how many hours I walked here.

But I feel like I'm getting nowhere.

Feeling tired from walking so much, I sat on the floor of the cave, thinking of a way to get out of here.

" Maybe if I dig I can get rocks so… no… there's no wood around here… "

I continued rambling until minutes later, I heard a noise.

" Who's there ? "

The noises continue, and it seems like walking through the walls.

Looking more closely, I realized that something was different…

Pairs of very vibrant green eyes appear, shining in the darkness.

This is quite unusual…

The thing started to come out of the shadows.

A spider.

I ran from where I was, before it jumped on me.

And I was right. The spider looks at me, preparing to attack. And I have nothing I can defend myself with.

Apparently it will have to be done by hand.

I took a defensive stance, being careful so the spider didn't bite me.

" Hi, spider... look, I'm unarmed, and I don't want to bother you. So, if you'd let me pass, I'd be very grateful."

The spider approaches.

Obviously this wouldn't work. They are programmed for this.

" Maybe having Blue's help would be a good idea… "

So I tried attacking the spider with my torch.

"Come on, you weird-eyed spider!"

I go to the spider, but it was much faster, faster than normal. Launching your web, dodge the attack and...

"Agh!"

The spider bit me and I was poisoned. Besides throwing me against the wall.

I start to feel weak.

"How can this spider be so fast…?"

It's not common for these spiders to be this fast and agile...

But I still remained standing. I can't let this take advantage of me.

Even so, I staggered until I tripped and fell to the ground.

I feel his eyes shine even more on me, just watching cautiously, ready for the next blow.

The torch was now behind him, I couldn’t take it back…

It's over. It's the end of me.

Even if I save myself from the spider, I will die from the poison.

And my friends won't see my death.

I... didn't even say goodbye to them...

I know I can respawn, but still... I'm scared.

I closed my eyes, waiting for the inevitable to happen.

Until...

In the distance, I heard the sound of a bugle.

I couldn't see anymore. I just saw a blur. A blur... Blue? Is that you, Blue?

No, it can't be him, the blur is a different color of blue...

A mix, actually.

Shades of blue and green.

I blinked my eyes repeatedly. When I opened my eyes, my vision was less blurry than before.

It was a turquoise stick. She wore a cape and her face was hidden behind a mask.

And she was fighting the spider. With a... pickaxe?

"Get out of here! Leave that stick alone!"

The spider grumbles in response and leaves.

Can this stick talk to spiders?

The headache came back and I saw everything blurred again.

When I saw my life bar, it was almost at one heart of life.

About to faint (and probably die) from the poison, I tried to thank her, but my speech was slurred.

" Ank u... Fo'elp... "

The blur chuckles and approaches me, taking something out of her pocket in the process. I think it's a bottle...

Suddenly I feel a hand holding my face and putting the bottle to my lips and I started to drink the liquid that went down my throat. I recognized the taste, it was milk.

When the contents of the bottle were finished, I felt that I was getting better and the blur made me lie down on the floor, so that I could regain my senses.

It took a while, but I could see better at least.

" Why is Brad always like that? And why does she look like me? " - I hear her murmur

" Ugh... Stupid spider... " - I started to mumble, cursing because the spider had almost killed me.

" You're feeling better now? "

I watch my life bar. It was getting back to normal.

" Here! Eat this. " - She hands me potatoes.

I get up, sitting on the floor and pick up the potatoes.

" Thanks again. "

" No problem! "

By eating potatoes, I fill my hunger bar. And hearts were filling again. I'm feeling better now. She watched me silently, looking me up and down, as if she wanted to remember something.

" Mmm... Hey, are you new here? But I feel like I know you from somewhere... " - The stick extends its hand.

[To be continued…]

I thought this chapter was too short... But as the chapters go by, the quantity increases.

Writing edits as soon as possible...

Art block sucks...

#luna's randomness #animation vs minecraft #avm #avm fanfic #art #avm blue #avm red #avm yellow #avm green #avm second coming #its my own project #shy... #stickturquoise #human sticks #I don't know what to tag

[lunafandoms]

Cover art? what Friendly-horrors!Purple looks like.

Please read this fic, I worked hard on it :D

#Friendly-horrors AU #avm #alan becker #animation vs minecraft #my art #avm purple #avm fic #avm art #avm fanfic #avm fanart

[fp-am]

time to repost some art!! This is the cover for an AU book on Wattpad (that I’m actually almost done with now)

but yah, I’ll probably post a lot of stuff with these sillies

:D

#animation vs animator #animation vs minecraft #ava au #avm red #avm fanfic #avm green #avm orange #avm the second coming #ava green #ava yellow #avm yellow #ava the second coming #ava blue #avm blue #alan becker #ava red #cyberattackava

[veryoaki]

Petals (AvM fanfic)

(This takes place after episode 30, I started this story way before the finale and after episode 29, but I decided to finish it. I hope you enjoy!)

Green stretched his arms in the air after he finally finished chopping down the last oak tree he needed. He picked up and gathered all the scattered wood blocks across the ground, scrolling through his inventory to a empty hand. It had already been a couple hours since he’s been gone, the others are probably going to worry if he doesn’t get back soon. 

“I guess I should get going already.” Green told himself. 

He threw his headphones over his head, having one ear open so he can still hear his surroundings. He began to head back onto the dirt trail.

It didn’t take him too long to get to the farm him and his friends had created. He hummed with the the tunes playing in his ears, remembering the Note Block Universe him and Purple were in. Green really enjoyed visiting that place whenever he had a chance. Everyone there would give him a nice greeting especially when he would visit Taiga Village. And even after King’s Arc, he would drive his friends insane whenever he would sing. Orange was definitely annoyed when it would come to him making tunes and singing after 2 am.

Green eventually made it to the farm, waving at the blue stick who was planting. 

“Hey Green, you’re back!” Blue leaned on their diamond hoe. 

Yellow rushed over to Green, “Good thing you came back on time, Orange is in need for some of this wood.” She took some wood from out of Green’s hands and lied it on a crafting table. 

Orange came out of a small wooden house, carrying a bag string in their hands. They walked over to Yellow, setting the bag down next to the crafting table.

“Thanks for the wood Green!” Second smiled as they begin to craft. 

“Oh it’s no problem, I got some more than you wanted so we can have spare. I also took a trip to a lake to fish.” Green scrolled through his inventory again and before passing bones he had picked up, “Hey Red! I found some bones for you to tame some wolves!” 

Red perked his head up the pig he was cuddling with. He got up and closed the gate behind him running towards Green, “Thank you so much Green!” He said giving him a big hug. 

Green hugged him back, patting his back, Red let go and smiled at him before running back to  help Blue with gardening. Orange continued crafting and Yellow settled a table outside so they can have super outside. That was Green sign to start making food since Blue was busy. Green pulled his headphones back onto his ears and jammed to more music. But then he realized something in the middle of chopping carrots.

“Hey Orange?” He pushed his headphones down from his ears, “Where’s Purple?” 

Orange looked up, “They were with you…Weren’t they…?” they raised an eyebrow.

Green felt confused, ‘They were never with me…’ 

“What makes you say that?” Green asked again, he wanted to have a clear answer. One that didn’t confuse him.

“Well Red told me when I asked him about them.” Orange lay the stick he was holding down. “He said that they were with you.”

Now Green was definitely confused, Green left with no one to follow or for them to go with him. And even if they did follow him, he would’ve notice after hours. He walked over to Red who was collecting chicken eggs.

“Red where’s Purple? I know they weren’t with me because I would’ve known.” He asked but this time it wasn’t a confused tone for Red to know.

Red scratched his head, “Well Purple said they went to go catch up to you. I thought they were going to help you with the trees, but when you came back alone…” Red paused, his face blank realizing and in thought, “They weren’t with you…?”

Green shook his head, “No Red, they were never with me.”

Red slapped his head, he felt dumbfounded.

Green patted his shoulder, “It’s okay it’s not your fault…”

The others quickly rushed to them.

“Purple’s missing?” Orange asked worried. 

“Yes but I’ll find them, okay?” Green stated. 

He grabbed his fishing hook and sword he left in the near by chest. He looked through his inventory to make sure he had the right equipment for any sort of emergencies. He grabbed his diamond sword that was found leaning against the chest, about to head into the woods before he looked back at Yellow.

“I swear, that you have a tracker on me-“

“Yes yes yes! I do have one on you! But it’s just so we can make where you are heading so if you are in any danger, we would know where to find you!” Yellow explained quickly.

Green rolled his eyes but gave his friends a reassuring smile, “I’ll make sure that I travel safe.” 

“Wait! You should take Rueben with you.” Red exclaimed, “He’ll be able to track Purple’s scent!”

Rueben beamed around Red and to Green who nodded at Red in “Thank You”. He walked inside the forest with Rueben in front of him, his snout lowered down to the ground followed by Purple’s scent. Rueben led the way, far from where Green had stopped at before he realized it was too far. Wherever Purple journey to…it was going to be a long trip. 

As Green and Rueben traveled through the familiar biomes, he seemed to wonder where would Purple had gone. His mind replayed back at the whole incident between the King and them, remembering more about what Purple had told Green about his childhood. Purple was full of wonders back before, but now it made sense to him of why they were always drifting off to other places just to prove their father they were strong. And by far knew, Purple was already strong enough to come long ways, Green thought. 

Green noticed Rueben getting tired, so they made a stop next to a steady riverside. Rueben sat down next to Green who had their fishing pole out, flicking it out into the water. The diligent pig looked at Green to who rubbed his ears. Rueben grunts, stretching his limbs before laying in a comfortable position. Green himself was feeling tired too, even after some wood chopping and then a long hike. 

Green reeled in his cast of the fishing rod and put it away, then yawning. He looked up at the fading blue sky and which the sun was about to set, it began to turn into a soft orange color. Rueben was already quietly snoring away, Green rested his hand on the pig’s head, nodding off. His eyes closed, the only thing that was still keeping him awake was only the faint noises of slow water flowing through rocks. Before his entire mind turned off, a new sound interrupted. Green opened his eyes again, not only hearing just the river but to which seemed like an unclear voice. 

Green rise from where he was sitting, he walked into the woods from where he was hearing the voice. The closer he got, the more familiar it was to him. He found himself stopping behind a tree, peeking his head out at the opened area with a cliff. There he see Purple standing before the cliff, hearing them singing a tune. Green listened to them sing, hearing hurt in their voice, he worried. Purple finished their song, and stood their with their head hung. Green watched them as they took a step forward, he dashed after them, pulling them back from their shoulder.

“AH!” Purple screamed. 

Purple whipped their head, “Green?! What are you doing?!” 

“What am I doing?! What are you doing! I was looking for you, even after you lied to the others you were with me in which you weren’t, and now I find you about to step of a cliff!” 

Green huffed but then noticed Purple holding something in their hands.

“What? I wasn’t going jump, you think I’m stupid?!” Purple turned their body towards the cliff again and let out a sigh, “…I was giving my mom orchids…”

Green looked down, before the edge of the cliff was a gravestone of Purple’s mother, Orchid. 

“Oh…” Green felt like an idiot, but mostly a jerk because he assumed worst from Purple.

“Purple I’m sorry-“ 

Purple sighed, “It’s fine Green, you just didn’t know…” 

Purple kneeled in front of the stone, slowly putting down an orchid one by one. When Purple finished they stood back up again, “It was suppose to be her birthday today…” 

Green put a hand on Purple’s back, giving them comforting pats. Purple began to sing again, but this time their voice sound a bit more shaky, but lighted. Green couldn’t see their face, but he could tell that they were crying. The wind blew softly, Purple’s singing echoing through the air, and the moon rose giving the grave a glow. They both had a pretty sight of the world from beyond the cliff.

Green, Purple, and Rueben spent the rest of the night talking to each other, they decided to build a fort to stay in because traveling back home at night was dangerous. Green texted and reminded the others that he would return back home in the morning with Purple. Green and Purple lied outside with Rueben on Green’s stomach, watching the stars.

“Hey Green?” Purple said.

“Yes?” He responded while stroking Rueben’s ears.

“Thank you for finding me… It meant a lot to me for you being here…”

“No problem buddy…” 

#alan becker #animation vs minecraft #avm fanfic #avm green #avm purple #avm red #avm second coming #avm blue #avm yellow #avm orchid #writing

[sammy8d257]

In the Week that Follows - Chap. 2: Day 1 - Cleaning (part 1)

An AvM fanfic Written by Sammy8D257

Part of the Watered Down Hot Chocolate Series

Cover Art / Day 0 / Day 1: 1 - 2 - 3 / Day 2 / Day 3 / Day 4 / Day 5 / Day 6 / Day 7 / Day 8

Chapter Word Count: 4195

Characters: King (He/Him), Purple (They/Them), (Only mentioned but Gold uses They/Them)

CW for this Chapter Part: Implied Minor Character Death (King’s Child), Implied Child Abuse (from Purple’s past), Unhealthy coping mechanisms, Self-Hatred, Minor Swearing, King's Anger Issues, Poor Mental Health, Short description of a Panic Attack indicated by the "++"

[AO3 vers. (Full Chapter)]

= O = o =

On the first day after, morning came as it always does. Beams of light filtered through the window in exactly the right way to land on King's face. The royal (not so royal) stick groaned at the morning sun that threatened to end his slumber. In an effort to delay the inevitable, he rolled onto his side. His entire body protested the action as he tried to settle back into sleep.

It was morning. And morning meant waking up. And King hated waking up. Waking up meant another day of struggling. Waking up meant another day of endless work. Waking up meant another day of living without-

King shot up in bed.

A jolt of pain coursed through his lower back, the muscles stinging from the sudden movement. Ah- Through gritted teeth, the orange stick lowered himself down till his upper back was propped up by his elbows. Oh cursors. His whole body felt like one big bruise. His jaw ached as he gingerly tested its movement.  

King's brows pinched in confusion. What happened last night?

A Year. It's been a year since- Gold. Gold. Minecraft. Gold went into Minecraft and and and and- One Year.Minecraft. The Game. The Game Icon. He did it. He got the Icon and put it in his staff and released its power and and and and- The others. The Desktop Stick Figures. They stopped him. He was close. He was so close to destroying- There was a fight. Multiple fights? One long fight. With game mobs. And a Minecraft creepypasta legend? The Desktoppers fighting together against him with mobs and legends and… Purple. Oh shit.

King swung his legs off the edge of the bed, ripping the blankets from his body and ignoring the sore ache that shot up his spine. His head snapped to the last spot he saw the purple stick only to find- No one there…

On the floor at the foot of the dresser was a neatly folded pile of the pillows and blankets Purple had used for bedding. The pillows were stacked on top of the blankets and that too familiar old comforter peaked out from the bottom of the stack. But their previous night's user was nowhere to be found.

King sucked in a sharp breath, wincing at the dull throb emanating from his cheek and the underside of his chin. A quick glance around the room revealed it the same as he left it. Dusty and dirty with books, boxes, dishes, metal scraps, and more strewn about. 

But still no sign of Purple.

The frown deepened. King brought a hand up to rub at his temple. Squinting in the morning sun, the old analog clock on his wall told him it was around 9:15 am. 

Huh… 

He slept longer than he anticipated. He thought he would have been able to wake up before Purple but apparently not. Still, even with how tired he was, King wasn't that light of a sleeper. Months of stress induced insomnia and general grief did no favors for the quality of sleep he's been getting. Even the smallest of shakes from his windows could have him gasping awake on some nights. So how did Purple not only wake up earlier, fold their borrowed bedding, and leave out the door, all without him knowing?

And more importantly, why didn't they tell him they were leaving?

King stilled.

Why would it matter if Purple told him they were leaving? It wasn't like they were friends. If anything, their relationship could be described as "Boss and Employee", or rather, Ex-Boss and Employee. Given how King only hired Purple for their knowledge and help capturing those desktoppers, he was positive any contractual ties were fulfilled the moment King got a hold of the Minecraft Icon. (And severed the moment he shot them down).

He winced, his mind replaying yesterday's events like an accident he couldn't look away from. Of course. Of course Purple wouldn't want anything to do with him. They dedicated a week of service to help him, trusting a lie that King promised them, and in the end, this is how he repays them? 

By attacking them, electrifying them, abandoning them to be chased off, disintegrating them in a beam of horrible white light-

King sharply inhaled. Dear cursors he almost got them killed, he did get them killed. If it wasn't for the desktoppers, neither he nor Purple would even be alive. He did that. It was his fault. He caused all this unnecessary pain and suffering, and for what? Because he was angry? Because he was sad? Yeah right.

Pathetic. A pathetic excuse for a pathetic stick figure. King thought bitterly. Gold would be ashamed to have you as their father.

The breath caught in his throat. Gold…  

++ King's breath quickened. A familiar rising pressure was starting to push and pull at his chest. The barrier he created to stop the tidal wave of anger grief anguish hurt HURT emotions, was breaking. Cracks were forming and he didn't know how to stop it. Please stop, stop it, stop STOP-

He was so angry. He still is so angry. He wanted to scream. He wanted to curse. He wanted to hurt the world. Hurt it as much as it hurt him. Break it, destroy it, tear it apart so it can never hurt him again because it's- It's not fair. It's not fair. It hurts. This Hurts. Cursors this hurts so much. They're gone. They're gone forever and there's no one to blame but him.It's your fault. You let this happen. This is YOUR FAULT.

Why can't he breathe? He's dying oh cursors heDeserves ItHe does. He knows he does. He's alone. He's going to be aloneForever and ever and ever until the dirt swallows him whole and he finally rots for everything he's-

he's, he's…

Tired. He's so tired. . .

. . . . . . . . .. . . . .. . ..

++

A shudder ran through his body as he gasped for air. A dull ache laced up his back and into his arms. They felt as heavy as lead from their position anchored around his head. The world felt sluggish and the morning sun looked muted from his curled position on the bed. His chest hurt.

With shaky, wheezy breaths, King carefully released his head from the death grip he held it in. He must have grabbed it when he curled in on himself. He winced as he straightened his posture, the muscles in his back throbbing from the strain. 

How long had he-? King's mind stuttered, the residue of his panicked state slowly clearing as he forced himself to take slower breaths. He ignored the slight wheeze that persisted. His limbs still held a small tremor as he carefully pushed himself into a sitting position. He glanced at the clock, 9:28, and sighed. The familiar sensation of a headache pulsed between his eyes. 

Normally, at this point in the day, he would already be drinking his second cup of coffee and furiously working on another staff prototype or researching the capabilities of a more powerful block or pouring over another book. 

But today? Today, he didn't have to do that. There was no goal left, no reason to get up. He had rightfully failed and pushed away everyone in his life. Today, he didn't want to do anything. Whatever "responsibilities" he was supposed to do could wait. So today, he was going to sleep until tomorrow.

No more thinking. No more acting. No more. Just him and the sweet nothings of sleep.

Still, as he laid himself back down, a thought persisted in his exhausted mind.

It would have been nice to say goodbye… 

The orange stick figure winced. Despite it all, a part of King wanted to hold on to the hope that maybe, possibly, Purple didn't hate him. But another part, a smarter part, told him to bury his face further into his pillow. After everything he did, a proper goodbye was the last thing he deserved.

Yes, King sighed, eyes slipping closed as he surrendered himself to the oblivion of sleep.

Purple would be better off staying away.

= O = o = 

2 hours later, King awoke with a start at the sound of his doorbell ringing.

Who in the name of Flash- King groaned. 

Groggily, he dragged his hands down his face. The sharp throb of his left cheek did wonders at waking him up faster.

It was, King squinted at the clock, 12:13. 

Who in their right mind was ringing his doorbell in the middle of the day? Didn't they know some people were trying to rest?

Whoever it was, they were about to face the wrath of a sleep deprived man.

Grumbling, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. A rush of vertigo made the tall stick stagger but he quickly recovered enough to steady himself and stomp his way to the door. The doorknob was nearly pulled out of its socket as he yanked the door open.

"What do you WANT-" The scratchy snarl died in his throat as King stared into the face of one very surprised Purple.

For a moment, the two stick figures stood there, frozen by shock. A second passed. Then two, then three, as they both stared at each other. 

What was Purple even doing here? Why did they come back? King's mind raced with theories trying to justify why Purple would ever want to be near him again. Money? Revenge? Came back to give him what he deserves for being such a worthless-

"...?"

Sounds. Words. King blinked. The noises paused when Purple's mouth stopped moving. Their brows were furrowed and they stared at him with a mix of concern and confusion. King narrowed his own eyes in response, his mind desperately trying to comprehend the situation before him. 

"What did you say?" King sputtered, his voice finally working. It came out rough and he lifted his free hand to massage his throat. He flinched when he could feel the beginnings of a bruise forming.

Purple continued to stare. Their questioning eyes broke eye contact to raked over his form. King had the urge to curl in on himself in some vain attempt to somehow hide. Eventually, Purple's gaze returned back to his face and that feeling of shame doubled. 

"I said, you look awful. Did I accidentally wake you? I'm sorry." Purple said in a soft tone. Nervously, they shifted a large pink tote bag from their shoulder down so they were holding it comfortably by the straps. King followed the movement with his eyes.

Purple was here. Purple was here. They came back. But why? Why come back when they have already left? Did they want him back in their life? Maybe they wanted something from him?

"What… are you doing here?" he finally asked. They left but they came back. And if nothing else, King wanted to know why. The tiny flame of hope that hours earlier he ignored, was reigniting in his chest.

At that question, Purple tilted their head in confusion. "You didn't read my note?" 

"Note?" King frowned and he let his arm drop from the doorknob to his side. "What note?"

The younger stick figure leaned to the side to peer through the doorway. Carefully, they readjusted their grip on the bag in their arms and gestured to a spot beyond King. Slowly, the orange stick figure turned his torso towards the area Purple pointed to. It was the shelf that stood at the foot of his bed.

He squinted, trying to focus his eyes. On top of the shelf were the usual items of the photo, a stack of papers, and a small box filled with random things King put down and never picked back up. Nothing seemed out of place. The photo remained in its spot, the box didn't look like it gained any new items and the stack of papers had a neatly folded piece of paper on it. 

Wait a minute-

King fully turned away from the door and walked towards the shelf. Sitting on top of a stack of various articles and reports King had printed out in hopes of furthering his research, was a small piece of paper folded widthwise. If it wasn't for the fact that it had his name written on top, King would have easily mistaken it for any other papers strewn about.

Huh, would you look at that, King thought as he gingerly picked up the folded note.

He glanced back to the open doorway. Purple had not moved from their spot and was looking at him expectantly. He pressed his mouth into a hardline and dropped his gaze back down to the note in his hands. Taking a deep breath, he opened it up.

[ To King,

I need to get some cleaning and medical supplies from my apartment. I do not know when I will be able to come back but I will try to return around noon at the latest. 

Thank you,Purple ]

King read the note, and then read it again. The paper crinkled from his grip. Its words were simple and straightforward but it made his throat thick with an emotion he couldn't place. Purple left because they were getting supplies. They left and came back because they wanted to…

Slowly, King turned to face the fidgeting stick figure in the doorway. They were shifting from foot to foot and nervously darting their eyes from the note, to King's face, to a random spot in the room, and back. When they noticed he had turned back to them, the fidgeting stopped and they immediately straightened their posture.

"You're here because…" King trailed off, his voice no louder than a strained whisper.

And Purple replied just as softly, "Because I want to help."

A silence born from disbelief blanketed the room. One second passed, then two, then three, as the two of them didn't dare make a move.

It wasn't until King's breath caught in his throat and he doubled over in a coughing fit, did that silence break. 

"KING!" Purple called as they rushed forward towards the incapacitated stick. Said stick figure was currently using the shelf to support his weight while he crushed the note to his chest as he tried to calm his lungs. 

King heard a soft THUMP! to his side and felt gentle hands shift support from the shelf to their hold. He glanced over at Purple's worried face and tried to reassure them but it only came out as a wheezy hiss in-between coughs. Carefully, he felt himself lowered into a sitting position on his bed. The hands shifted from holding him up, to gently holding on to his arm and rubbing soothing circles into his back.

Purple was saying something next to him but King couldn't make it out over his own strained breath. Eventually, he shut his eyes and focused on controlling his breathing and the comforting feel of the hand on his back.

A few moments later, King's breath finally calmed to a point where he didn't feel like he was choking. 

The hand on his back paused its ministrations as King glanced towards his left. Purple sat there staring at him, one arm outstretched towards his upper back and the other providing a grounding hold on his arm. Their face held a look of concern but there was an intensity hidden in their eyes that had King doing a double take.

"Purp-" 

"How are you feeling?" Purple cut him off. Gone was the nervous stick who stood in the doorway waiting patiently for approval. In their place was a stick figure who held an air of professionalism. King blinked at the sudden switch.

"T-tired?" He rasped in confusion. Purple frowned at the wheeze still present in his voice and carefully they began rubbing circles into his back again. The tight muscles of his upper back started to loosened and King could feel his air flow improve. Purple smiled and nodded to themself, seemingly happy at this development.

"There you go, easy. Take as deep of a breath you can but don't try to push yourself," Purple said calmly. "Here, try to match my rhythm."

With practiced ease, the younger stick figure inhaled a breath, held it for 2 seconds, and then slowly released it.

King stared at the other as he automatically started syncing his breath in time with Purple's. 

What in the world was going on? Now that the threat of another coughing fit was gone, King's mind was racing. 

He's grateful, he really is, for the aid Purple was giving him but the comforting hand, the calming breathing, the soft calculating eyes, it all left him reeling in confusion. Purple was being kind, kinder than he deserves, and King didn't know why.

"Purple…what…" King paused as he collected his thoughts. "What was that?"

The purple stick figure smiled up at him. "You were having a coughing fit. My guess is that it may have been triggered by the strain from the rest of your injuries."

Purple hummed, slowing the circles on his back before stopping all together. They gave him another once over with their eyes lingering on the areas with the most visible bruising. King squirmed.

"Speaking of injuries," Purple continued. "Have you had a chance to take care of them yet? I don't mean to be rude but it looks like the bruise on your cheek hasn't been treated at all and it feels like you're still covered in the soot from the Nether."

King said nothing but lifted a hand to cradle his swollen cheek. It felt tender under his press and as he traced his lower jaw, he could feel the tell-tale signs of another bruise. Memories of a netherite infused staff colliding with his jaw sent phantom pains echoing through his head. Luckily, he was distracted from his thoughts as he brushed over the layer of coarse grit that still clung to his body. An embarrassed blush crept onto his face that he hoped wasn't visible to the other. In his defense, he had just woken up and hadn't had time to do anything yet, let alone shower. Still, the thought that he had let someone see how much of a mess he was, made him want to crawl under covers in shame. 

Purple pressed their lips into a hard line and hummed. They debated something in their mind before they nodded to themself and beamed a pleasant grin at him. "Alright then. Let's get you clean first. Come on." 

In one swift move, Purple shifted their right hand to support the small of his back and tightened their hold on his arm as they stood from the bed.

Bewildered at the younger's actions, King allowed himself to be pulled to his feet and ushered into the hall. 

"Purple-" 

"Don't worry, I remember which door is the bathroom," Purple said as if that was the thing King wanted to question them about and not the fact that they were near dragging him toward a door down the hall. Despite their smaller size, their grip on his arm was surprisingly strong but gentle all the same. It was done with an ease that could have only come from practice. King found himself frowning at that thought. 

Once the duo reached the end of the hallway, Purple quickly opened the door to their left and flipped on the lightswitch. The sudden brightness from the lightbulbs had King blinking as Purple pulled him into the bathroom. 

"Alright," Purple released King from their grip and pointed towards the closed lid of the toilet. With a cheery grin, they continued. "How about you take a seat and rest while I get everything set up!"

When King didn't move from his spot, Purple sighed and gently retook his hand in theirs. He didn't resist as the younger stick maneuvered him to sit on the toilet lid. Satisfied, Purple nodded and turned back around.

King's mind raced. As he watched Purple flit around the room, he could feel irritation start to build towards a familiar anger. This… this was ridiculous. They were treating him like he was made of glass, like he was some child! He was a fully grown adult who just yesterday almost took down an entire video game from the inside out. He was no wilting flower nor a porcelain doll. But here he was, being treated like he couldn't even shower himself. He knew they were trying to help but this was humiliating. 

"Purple."

"Alright, you stay right there and I'll start the water for you."

"Purple."

"Hmm, this is a different handle than what I'm used to but don't worry, I can figure it out."

"Purple."

"Ah HA! Got it! Alright, let me just check to make sure the water isn't too hot-"

"PURPLE!"

Purple shot to their feet from their hunched position over the side of the tub. Stiffly, they turned towards King. 

"Y-yes?" They hesitantly ask. Their confident, pleasant smile was stretched thin across their face

King sighed, the anger already dissolving back into annoyance. 

"I know how to use my own shower."

Purple cringed. "I know. I just, you're hurt and I didn't want you to- I mean, of course you're able to- I just- Sorry."

King watched as the younger stick hung their head in shame. Their shoulders were hunched and after a moment they looked at him with a tense expression as if waiting for him to react. He sighed and rubbed a hand down his face, wincing at the soreness of his cheek. 

"Purple, it's fine," King said tiredly, his eyes flickering to the stick as they stood straighter at the mention of their name. He just wanted to make the other understand he didn't need all this coddling. "It's just… I'm not a child, you know this right? I know how to take care of myself."

Purple jolted, opening their mouth as if to say something, only for them to reconsider and shut it. Instead, they fidgeted in place by ringing their hands together. Clearly, there was something the stick wanted to say but out of respect? Fear? King didn't know, but whatever the reason, the younger stick figure said nothing. 

"Just-" King paused. While he would be lying if he didn't want to question Purple over this odd behavior, he didn't think his bathroom was the place to have that conversation. Especially not when that tight grin on Purple's face was starting to wobble. "Just wait out in the main room. We can continue this when I'm done."

The two stick figures stared at the other over the sound of running water. A second passed, then two, then three. Purple bit the inside of their cheek as an unknown expression crossed their face. Whatever was on their mind was still bothering them but after a moment, they nodded.

"Right. I'll see you after." With that, Purple turned and stiffly walked to the door. They refused to meet King's eyes as they passed him.

Before they left, Purple paused with a hand on the doorknob and their back facing towards him. "If you need any help-"

"Purple."

"Of course. Right. Sorry," Purple stammered as they fled the room. The bathroom door closed with a click, leaving the only sound of water running.

King slumped in his seat and groaned. Weird, all of this was weird. Was this his punishment? Being forced to deal with increasingly confusing situations with an equally confusing stick figure until he finally snaps? Even when he's already failed, the world just kept throwing shit at him.

Such is my life, he thought humorlessly. He glanced at the bathtub. The faucet was still running from when Purple was checking the temperature. Sighing, King stood from his seat on the toilet lid. Movement caught the corner of his vision and King turned slightly to his left to see his reflection staring back.

Cursors, he looked awful.

His near permanent eye bags somehow looked even darker than before. The bruise on his cheek was turning an ugly shade of dark oranges and yellows, and King could see it extend into slight purples and browns on the underside of his chin. A small puncture wound, no doubt from the time that green desktopper hooked him in place with his fishing rod, was located on his right shoulder. He supposed he was lucky it was so shallow or else it could get infected. Though he should get it cleaned. As King continued to rake his gaze over his form, he spotted various other small bruises and scrapes scattered across his body. 

They weren't too bad, he thought. Nothing a few days of rest couldn't fix. Although…

He grimaced at the layer of grime on his skin. 

He really did need a shower.

Wordlessly, King turned away from the bathroom mirror and stepped into the tub. With a flick of the handle, the pouring water switched from the faucet below to the showerhead above. He groaned appreciatively as the tension started to seep out of his muscles. 

The water was at the perfect temperature. 

= O = o =

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[occasional-musings]

I’ve been curious for a while about how MT did with IKEA baby Dark for the first week. It was probably very hectic. It seemed like Dark liked MT though, which was sweet.

Of course! Anything for you, darling.

First part here:

Mango adopts baby!Dark -- the First Week

When Purple came to pick up the coffee table, he was shocked by the state of Mango's home. There are burn marks on nearly every wall of the house. Pretty much all the wooden furniture in the house, many charred and broken, lay in piles in the front yard. The baby, the catalyst of all of this, is teething on barbecue coals on the metal-top kitchen counter, itself blackened by fire.

"Wow!" Purple exclaimed. "You were not kidding."

Mango sighed and briefly raised his arms. "Do I look like the kind of person who would kid about such a thing?"

-

The first week was death-defying, to say the least. Mango did not sleep for the first three nights, fearing being accidentally flambé'd in his sleep. He had to quickly purchase a bunch of things: baby formula, diapers, Kevlar jumpsuits (to avoid being burned), fire extinguishers, extra oven mitts, etc.. He had them all delivered to his house instead of risking his home being burned down if he left The Dark Lord alone or risking having to apologize to upset consumers and retail workers when the baby inevitably set something aflame.

From what Mango can see, the flames aren't something The Dark Lord can control. Sometimes, the flames came when the baby was hungry, excited, bored, or whatever emotion he could not deduce from the child's face. But he managed to learn things about The Dark Lord's fire-breathing activity. He doesn't blow fire when he is being bottle-fed, for example, or when being carried, which the baby loves immensely. Thankfully, The Dark Lord also doesn't blow fire in his sleep, but like many babies, he has the habit of waking up in the middle of the night and crying, which has kept Mango on high alert.

The Dark Lord was dehydrated when he first came home. That much was discovered when Mango held an old baby bottle (found when he searched his attic and was shocked to find many artifacts from Gold's babyhood) filled with water to The Dark Lord's lips. He drank thirstily, leading Mango to wonder how on earth the IKEA workers were keeping the poor baby alive. His body temperature lowered after multiple bottle feeds, allowing Mango to hold the baby for a few minutes at a time without oven mitts. The Dark Lord is still fairly hot to the touch, though.

A lot of the parenting felt familiar, muscle memory coming in clutch when he changed Dark's diapers, sang silly songs, burped him, and laid him to rest in his steel bassinet filled with pillows. Mango felt a deep pain within, remembering how Gold was as an infant. If anything, minus the flames, The Dark Lord is the more peaceful baby. Gold was colicky for weeks after their birth.

He regretted getting the welder's mask. He had gotten it to protect his own face while interacting with the baby, but the moment that the Dark Lord saw him with the mask on, he screamed and cried in terror, not recognizing him. Despite Mango shushing the poor infant, the distress got bad enough that an entire wooden dresser containing Mango's clothes (now discarded in the front yard) was set ablaze. Mango immediately ripped off the welder's mask, held the baby awhile while humming to soothe him, then grabbed the fire extinguisher and put out the flames. He decided not to put it on ever again.

Despite knowing that The Dark Lord has developed a taste for IKEA meatballs, he decided not to try to feed the baby any solids for a while. Not until he has gotten the whole thing figured out. For now, just a liquid diet of baby formula seems to be working okay for The Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord. Mango shuddered. The baby is mainly sweet towards him. Sure, he is frightening at times, especially when having to brush his teeth (Mango learned that he would have to do so ONLY IMMEDIATELY after feeding the baby to avoid being burned, but he is testy even then) but The Dark Lord seems to be a very cruel name for a baby to have. While the baby slept, Mango would sleepily consider alternative baby names: Tabasco, Sriracha, Pepper?

Mango smiled. Pepper. It seemed to suit the baby just fine. Certainly more humane than calling him The Dark Lord. As the baby snoozed, Mango began quietly cooing, "Pep-per, Pe-e-epper, baby Pepper."

Pepper seemed to like, or at least not mind, the name change.

-

"Why are you saying Pepper over and over?" Purple asked aloud.

Mango jolted. He had forgotten Purple was standing there. "Pepper. That's the baby's name."

"You said that the note said that the baby's name is The Dark Lord."

"Well, I hate that name, and whoever named him that was not equipped to raise him. Pepper deserves better."

"Okay." Purple replied. There is a wistfulness in Purple's eyes. Mango noticed and decided not to press him. Purple was never too fond of babies, but Mango noticed that his gaze would soften around small children and their parents.

Pepper is outstretching his hands towards Mango, cooing happily.

"You want uppies? Sure, I'll give you uppies." Mango picked him up, swaying as he did so. Is it just his imagination, or is the baby getting bigger? "I will give you the whole world."

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A New Normal

After the events of the Nether Battle, Mango and Purple try to figure out where they stand with each other. When Purple sees Mango as a father figure (and has serious baggage regarding parental authority) and Mango is still trying to regain control of his temper (after all, he'd been in a grief-stricken rage for months beforehand), however, things don't always go as planned.

Sometimes they react on instinct in the worst ways possible.

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so. i'm writing abt sticks now. the adhd event is UNREAL this month fdsahfjkslfhlsdj hurt/comfort bc i just Can't Not

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Mango flicked through his wallet and grimaced.

As it turned out, a side effect of pouring himself into his quest for vengeance had been focusing purely on that. Not on anything that could have happened after.

(Of course, Mango knew the real reason for his shortsightedness had been far more deliberate, but he didn't really want to unpack all of that quite yet.)

As a result, his spending habits had worked under the belief that he wouldn't need to worry about money once he finished the job. Getting ahold of a command block without going into Minecraft himself had cost him quite a pretty penny, and so had the constant purchases of metals and magics.

And yet, here he was, dethroned, directionless, and somehow done with his plans anyway.

His wallet and the measly handful of bills inside were mocking him.

He would need to figure out a way to build his savings back up, and fast, or else-

"Uh…hey, Mango," came Purple's voice from the kitchen/den/entryway, "did you want me to start on dinner? I think I'm getting pretty decent at boxed macaroni."

Mango closed his wallet and poked his head out from the bedroom hallway. "Sounds good. I'll be right out."

Purple nodded and walked just around the corner, and Mango heard them start running the faucet.

Mango stepped back and slumped against the wall. Hopefully he'd be able to scrape together enough for a grocery run soon; he wasn't sure how many more days in a row he could eat macaroni before he got sick of it.

With a sigh, he pulled out his phone and started scrolling through Stickdeed. There had to be something out there somewhere that paid enough to support two people instead of just one person- and one person who was able to cheat and spawn his own food into reality, at that.

He scrolled almost mindlessly past the dozens he'd already applied for in the past few days, already knowing that any more attempts would get him a "Sorry, you've already applied here!" page and nothing else. There looked to be one from a small, locally-owned business on the outskirts of town that had just opened up recently, so he sent in his resumé and went looking for the next one-

Something crashed to the ground in the kitchen with a clatter and a splat, and Purple yelped in surprise.

Mango was already scrambling out into the main room by the time he fully processed what he'd heard, and by that point he could already see the absolute mess of moist noodles on the floor, the newly-dented pot rolling slowly away, and the completely-frozen Purple standing between the sink and the stove.

No, wait, on a closer look, Purple was shaking slightly.

Oh boy.

"Purple?" asked Mango, carefully stepping forward.

As if jolted into motion, Purple dropped down to the floor and hastily started scooping the fallen pasta back into the pot. "I-it's fine, nothing's broken, haha, I just dropped it but I'll take care of it, I promise-"

"Purple, breathe," Mango pressed, stepping a little closer.

This got Purple to breathe, but much too quickly to be any good. "Y-you don't have to worry, I'll get this cleaned up and get dinner going i-in just a few!"

And in a moment that he immediately regretted, he snapped:

"Purple, listen to me!"

Purple went as still as a statue, then nodded meekly.

Right away, Mango wanted to hit himself. Barely a week after the Incident and he was already blowing it. Good going, genius.

He swallowed, then tried again. "Look, I promise I'm not mad at you. It's probably a good idea for you to go cool down a bit, alright? I'll get this cleaned up."

Blankly, Purple nodded, then got up and walked stiffly away.

Mango dropped his head into his hands.

He wasn't sure which would be worse: if he'd done all of that to Purple himself…

…or if somebody else had gotten the ball rolling for him.

Still, the mess wouldn't clean itself up.

Mango picked up where Purple had left off and scooped the remaining noodles into the dented pot, nearly scalding himself in doing so before he remembered he still had a roll of paper towel on the counter.

How hadn't Purple reacted to the heat of the water? Or of the noodles, for that matter-

-and that was enough thinking about that sort of thing for one night. He was already spiraling; he didn't need to make it worse.

A glint of light got in his eye when he shifted to collect the last few noodles, and when he looked for the source, the framed photo of himself and Goldenrod reflected the setting sun directly into his eyes.

Mango sighed, hefted the pot onto the counter, and picked up the frame.

Goldie sat on his shoulders, draping himself over Mango's head and waving to the camera with one hand. Mango himself was caught mid-laugh.

The two of them looked so happy.

What would his son think of him now?

He let himself sag a little, then steeled himself and marched himself to the bedroom hallway.

(Well, it felt like marching, anyway. To any outside observers, it probably would have looked more like a nervous shuffle.)

His own door was still closed, as it had been before, but Purple's door, usually open save for when they were trying to sleep, was closed as well.

Mango took a steadying breath, lifted his hand, and knocked gently. "Purple? You okay in there?"

"…yes."

Mango bit back the instinctive urge to point out how stilted their response had been and instead turned so his back was leaning against the door. "That's…that's good to hear."

God, how was conversation so difficult?!

"I, uh…I wanted to apologize," said Mango, fiddling with the frame in his hands. "I snapped at you earlier when you were already panicking. I, uh…I shouldn't have done that. I could probably blame it on my temper, but that wouldn't change the fact that I still raised my voice at you when it was the opposite of a good idea. I'm…I'm sorry, Purple."

There was no response.

Mango grimaced. "I…I can't guarantee that I won't slip up like that again. I think I'd been so focused on my plans for so long, it's…it's hard not to slide right back into that mindset. I can tell you that I'll try, however. You deserve at least that much."

Still nothing.

After a moment more, Mango slid down until he was sitting at the base of the door. With a bitter smile, he snorted. "Don't know why you stick around, honestly. I…I hurt you with a lot more than with a frustrated order. You didn't deserve any of it, but I still gave it to you anyway."

His mind helpfully brought up how often he'd snapped at, swiped at, and even (in one particular noteworthy instance) slammed Purple into the ground several stories below.

"You're a good kid, y'know that?" Mango was saying now, no longer quite as able to keep his mouth in check and scrubbing at his eyes with one hand. "You deserve so much better than an angry old man like me. I'm so sorry, kid, I-"

The door opened inwards, and Mango felt himself tip backwards for a moment ("Whoa-!") before he was being twisted around and clung to like a lifeline.

He swallowed the rising lump in his throat and shifted slightly so he could return Purple's hug without his lower back screaming at him.

Purple sniffled into his shoulder, then managed a quiet, "S'okay."

It really wasn't, said a part of Mango's mind that had been all-too-happy to come back to life that day in the Nether. The kid shouldn't be just accepting this, what the hell?! Who hurt them? Besides Mango himself, of course.

"…you wanna go out for dinner?" asked Mango unsurely. "Maybe…I don't know, pizza or something?"

Purple snorted wetly and nodded. "Sounds good. And…you're not that old."

#animation vs minecraft #avm #avm purple #avm mango #avm king orange #avm fanfic #rosie writes #sticks #WHEN THE FAMBLY FOUNDS............... #purple *stitch liloandstitch voice*: it's little and broken but still good. yeah. still good #mango: huh??? we've both got problems up the wazoo tho??? #I'M #I #I HAVE A LOT OF EMOTIONS FOR STICK FIGURES RIGHT NOW #macaroni au

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day 4: fall

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....also if u like purple u might wanna read my royal au fic i just updated

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AvA/AvM - Ghost in the Machine happy ending - fanfic Part 2

[fanfic based on the comic "ghost in the machine" by @sammy8d257 ]

Green was right about Orange, and Red couldn't process what just happened. How does this happen? Who was this imposter? Where was the real Orange? Should he tell others?? So many questions and so few answers. He had no way of knowing what was true or false, but now, looking closer, he actually noticed a lot of differences between how Second normally acts. He is always kind and creative, he always enjoys playing Minecraft and is never bored, he always spends time with Alan helping him with animation projects. This imposter is not like that, he was more monotonous, he played Minecraft a little and then got tired of it, and he even stopped sleeping in the house that Orange had built before and started to stay only on their website. And with Alan... He pretty much stopped helping Alan, and every time Alan asked for his help he coldly ignored him.

That wasn't their friend, it was an imposter. But Red wanted to know a way to know what to tell the others about it, but right now, he needed to tell Green that he now knew.

Red finally finds Green who was practicing music with note blocks. "Green!" he calls, taking Green's concentration off the blocks.

"Hey Red, what's up? How was it with him?" Green asks feeling a little uncomfortable. Red was nervous about what to say, but his visibly troubled expression worried Green, "Red...? Are you okay?" He places a hand on Red's shoulder.

Red himself felt very nervous about it, his shoulders and hands were shaking, he was sweating cold and he didn't know what to say. "y-you..." He felt his heart ache as he spoke, his voice his voice cracking with all the stress, "I... You're right..." As he said this, Green's eyes widened and Red felt tears starting to want to fall from his eyes. Green was staring at him with a horrified look, Red started to tear up and try to wipe those tears away but his attempts were unsuccessful. Green felt like crying but he just hugged Red comforting his back with one hand.

After letting the tears fall, the two sit on the floor trying to process everything. They start trying to think of how they are going to tell others. After hours of thinking, Green gets up with Red and the two go to where Blue and Yellow would be, he tells them he wanted to talk about something important. The two notice that they looked like they were crying and start to worry about them but Green assures them that they are fine. "Okay, what do you want to tell us..?" Blue asks still worried about the two of them.

Green swallows, he was trying not to cry again. "Orange.... That's not our Orange..." Green closed his eyes, he knew they wouldn't believe him. Blue and Yellow stare at each other, not sure what he means by that. "Y ' all don't have to believe it... I don't believe it either, but it's true! I know it sounds crazy, but have you ever noticed how weird Orange is acting??" He asks in a serious and tearful tone. Yellow was trying to think logically while Blue was reminiscing about how Orange was acting.

"I... I didn't notice anything strange.." Blue says confused, this seems to have made Green angry.

"How do you consider yourself a friend of Orange if you don't realize that this isn't him???" Red raises his voice, he was in tears at the idea that his friends didn't see that one of them had been replaced without them noticing. This surprises Blue and Yellow who are in shock from the accusation. "I feel like a fake friend!! Green is a real friend!! He saw it before all of us from the beginning!! And we were blind that we didn't see it!!" His cries were getting worse, he was sobbing and turning redder than usual. Green hugged him trying to calm him down and assure him that he was indeed a good friend

"This... Isn't Orange...?" Blue questioned himself, he questioned his perception, he questioned his loyalty and even his eyes and ears. Yellow tried to calm him down but Blue only felt even more guilty. Yellow clenches his fists tightly and looks in one direction with a serious look. They start walking away from the others which surprises them and they follow. Yellow had gone to where "Orange" was, he was drawing once more. Yellow could see the similar drawings more as squiggles. Surely something their friend wouldn't do so inconveniently.

"Orange! I want to ask you a question..." The impostor looks at them with a smile and a blank look, Yellow felt uncomfortable with that look, But he kept in focus. "What did we talk about the day we went to play the game?" The imposter pauses, looking to the side with a hand over his chin in thought.

"I'm sorry Yellow, but I can't remember." He smiles at Yellow, making him even angrier. Yellow held his shoulders tightly with a serious expression.

"Enough!! You are not Orange!! Who are you??" Orange tilts his head visibly confused.

"Hmm? I don't know what you're talking about buddy." He laughs trying to remove his hands from his shoulder, but Yellow squeezes harder leaving him a little shocked.

"Orange doesn't call me "buddy".... What have you done..." Yellow was very serious, the others just watched him, "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM!!??" The impostor looks at others.

"Can you explain what happened to him?" He asks staring at the others who kept silent, Blue was shaking and Red was trying to calm him down, Green was staring at the imposter angrily. He stares at each of them, finally understanding that his disguise is blown. "Wow..." he sighs, then smiles, "well at least it was fun while it lasted wasn't it?" Yellow was furious and threw the imposter to the ground with force. "No need to be too rude, I just borrowed your friend's body." He gets up dusting himself off and looks at them with a smile, "that's all."

"Is that all??" Green sidles up, "you STOLE my friend's body!! Pretended to be him and tricked us!! You manipulated us!! You lied to us!!!" Green was in tears and panting. Red tries to calm him down but Green goes to the imposter and grabs him by the shoulder and pins him against the wall. "WHERE'S OUR FRIEND!? SAY IT NOW YOU BASTARD!!!" The other three try to pull Green away from the imposter with little success. The imposter stared at him with a blank stare.

"He's fine, fine, being dramatic, but fine." He rolls his eyes, Green gets even angrier. "He doesn't understand what it's like to be truly alone... I spent YEARS trapped in that void of nothingness while he was out here having fun and playing with you guys..." he pause, "I just wanted to feel alive for more than just a few minutes...." He smiles and glares at them, "he'll get over being alone for a while—" Green immediately punched him hard which knocked him to the ground. He was still smiling, the feeling of pain also seemed to please him. Green was even angrier at the audacity to smile on his face.

"Bring him back!!" He shakes the imposter, "NOW!!!" The imposter chuckles to himself as he wipes some of the blood from his mouth.

"And get stuck in that void again?? No... At least let me enjoy life a little more!!" He said with a sadistic smile, the others were horrified and Red was crying. Green lets the imposter go.

"You're a monster..." Green says in tears, "you took my friend from me... And you think we're just going to let you get away with it?? I don't care what you've been through... You don't know what Orange is like...." He sobbed wiping away his tears, "you say he was being dramatic... He's afraid of being alone... He's never been alone... He needs us... And and we need him.... " AND He covers his face and drops to the floor crying. "You don't understand.... You took him from us...." The others go to Green and hug him, all crying with all this. The imposter approaches them but Blue slaps his hand, glaring at him hostilely.

"Don't touch us you monster...." These words seemed to hurt the heart of the imposter who turned away from them a little.

"I... I want Orange back... I don't want you...." He says staring at the imposter with a face full of tears. He faces the group crying and staring at him cruelly. He just wanted to have a life. He just wanted to know what it was like to be alive. He stared at his hands, he remembers how Orange had stared at him in the void, scared, confused, horrified and weak... A tear falls from her face. He was a monster. He did the same thing Alan did to him years ago. He "erased" someone's life. He selfishly took that person's life. He didn't think we felt like Orange. He just thought about his selfish feelings.

He distances himself from the others, going somewhere far away from them. He sits in a random corner, staring at his shaking hands as he remembers the fear in Orange's eyes. The anger in the eyes of his friends. The hate he felt when he was deleted. His hands lower themselves and he stares into space with his usual blank stare. He starts to close his eyes. He was a monster... But he could solve all of this...

Even if it costs his "second chance"...

[To be continued...]

[Once again, Sammy, tell me if I've done anything inconsistent with your interpretation of the characters! I hope this fic is turning out good.]

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