After Victim beating the the life outta Chosen, he left the hollow head pretty..... traumatized. The feeling of helplessness Chosen felt would've made him suffer of a never ending fear, because, Chosen was never slain like that, and if he was, he would've already probably forgotten, or it was not as powerful as this.

Nonetheless, Dark was begging for mercy to Victim, promising that whatever he had done wrong, he would apologize for. But Victim was merciless, pitiless, and he could even do such a thing to child and wouldn't even bother feeling bad or anything about it. After.... Alan's last meeting on Victim, the latter had hated his creator since then. He knew it was wrong hating on someone who created you, like hating god. But then again, why would Alan make him suffer? For nothing? For fame? Even if the first few seconds of Victim's were so little, those first few seconds were the ones where Victim was actually just like the rest, if Alan, of course, hadn't scared him and made him fight for his life.

But alas, Victim really hated how Alan treated the other stickmen like his kids, and how he treated Victim like complete trash. Still, Victim thought,  if I somehow managed to find him, he would think I already forgave him after all this time. He'd look so foolish, that stupid good for nothing father. I could laugh at him for hours, and not apologize. Victim was already daydreaming of the possibilities. That afternoon, when Shady had walked in on him reading a book, Victim told him about how he had an idea of getting the magical pencil to work,  without Second. 




POV: THE COLORGANG

"Do we reeeaaally have to do this, Red?" A tired latter whined. "Oh, just stuff more dirt into your mouth, you actually have to thank me if this works." Red hissed, "But we're not even doing anything yet!" "Of course we need to plan things first, you really want us to get caught, don't you, Green?" Red shot a glance at green, which he replied by sticking his tongue out and making faces at Red. While blue and yellow were thinking of the things they would need to escape, Red found a problem. A REALLY big problem. He forgot about the possible ways the mercenaries would suddenly pop out on a corner from time to time.


Out of nowhere, they saw Second, being lead by a few grey stickmen, who kept complaining about their job pays. "I really do hope Boss Vic gives us a pay, we have to deal with these kind of guys, and then he goes ahead and gives Shady a raise, while we, who guard these idiots and have a 24 hour shift, get the bare minimum!" One said. "Quite right, Al." After eavesdropping, Red had an idea.


TO BE CONTINUED

Sorry if this was kinda rushed, I did this in just about half an hour, so i hope you enjoy.

-HEX