//The house//

Dark pushes his swivel chair backwards, basically leaping out of it as he races out of his study. He sprints down the hallway and jumps onto the staircase railing, sliding downstairs with speed. He hops off the railing, landing on the wooden floor with two feet.

Victim is over at the window, seeming to be trying to call someone. "Ugh, why is there no reception!?"

"Who're you tryna call?" Dark raises an eyebrow, walking over to Victim.

"No one. Doesn't matter." he slips his phone into his pocket, turning to Dark. "Do you have any idea what's going on!?"

"I got an email from Yellow. Was told there's some sort of virus and I need to get there asap, wherever "there" is." his eyebrows furrow at the thought.

Victim sighs, looking out the window again. "A virus huh?" he glances back over at Dark. "Not your doing, right?"

"Oh come on! Seriously!?" Dark scowls at the inferred accusation.

"Hey, hey, chill. I'm not saying you did anything. Hell, I don't even know what's going on!"

Dark sighs with frustration, a thought coming to mind. "If Yellow's at my old testing computer, which is where i got the email from...then that's where they all must be, including Chosen!" he grins and races to the front door.

"Wait!! You can't go outside-!"

Dark kicks the door open with force, ready to head out! That's when he's faced with the thick ultramarine particle-like fog. He frowns with disappointment and slams the door shut. "Dammit."

"Told ya."

"Shut up."

//Farmside house//

Purple smiles contently as he hums to himself in his room, his earphones playing a song Green recommended. The afternoon sun shines through the window, casting a soft light over his posters, desk, purple bed and plant shelf. The pruners in his hands click as he trims another small twig off his cherry blossom bonsai. The small clipped branches fall into the woven carrying basket, placed on the table underneath the flowering canopy of the bonsai plant. He narrows his eyes as he gives his work a onceover, then smirking as he's happy with how his favourite decor is kept neatly. He continues humming calmly to himself as he takes the small basket over to his desk, placing the pruners down in the process. He then removes the delicate bonsai clippings from the basket one by one and arranges them on his desk in order of size.

Sitting on his desk is an already half finished cherry blossom crown, it's pink petals bright with life...or more so dried petals bright with preserving spray. At the back of the desk against the wall is a picture frame of Purple and the Colour Gang, as well as a framed picture of Purple with his adoptive father, King Orange, or now known as Mango Tango. The wall behind his desk is covered with printed photos of Purple and his friends, a beige coloured 2026 calendar, a list of songs to listen to by Green and a pin board. He's got a mini collection of badges he likes to wear and a wooden letter "P" that lights up on his desk, not to mention the little green crochet band that's hanging off it. In fact, there's a lot of small green items around Purple's room, almost like someone green spends a lot of time with Purple.

Purple sits there at his desk carefully weaving the newly cut cherry blossom clippings into his flower crown, each twig intricately and expertly intertwined with another.

He sighs softly, thinking to himself with a small smile. "Nearly done...you'll love this one mum..." he mutters.

"Purple! Can you come here real quick?"

"Coming dad!" Purple gets up from his desk chair and walks out of his room, taking out his earphones as he walks. He makes his way into the main room of the small, cozy house, spotting MT. "Yes?"

MT smiles softly and lovingly as he turns his head to look at his son. "I was thinking we could go down to the park today and get some corndogs. It's nice weather."

Purple's smile widens. "Sure! That sounds nice. Um, while we're there though, do you think it's fine if I...y'know, pay a visit to mum..?"

MT's expression changes a bit, a mix of sadness and sympathy, before quickly changing to a soft smile again. "Of course bud. You know you don't have to ask."

"I know, I know. It's just a habit." he chuckles under his breath awkwardly.

There short conversation is ended when a sudden roar of lighting sounds overhead, making the both of them jump. The light outside dimming by the second. MT stands up from his armchair, looking out the window, his eyebrows furrowing. "What was that!?"

Purple's heartbeat increases as he looks around the room, his body language tensing. "What's going on!?"

MT's eyes widen as he notices the dark, glitchy particles descending from the previously sunny sky. A storm of lighting and darkness thunders high in the sky as ultramarine fog fills the air. Cracks of evil breaks through the dome sky of the Outernet. "This isn't good..." MT mutters under his breath.

Purple is already slipping his mechanical elytra wings over his shoulders, always at the ready when trouble awakens. "We need to go find the others." he says with determination and bravery.

"Hold on. We don't even know what's happening. Does that look safe to you?" MT points to the fogged window.

"No. That's why we need to check on my friends." he walks downstairs into the basement, leaving MT no choice but to follow.

MT sighs, taking one glance back at the ultramarine mess outside before catching up to Purple. The sounds of running steps fill the short underground tunnel that leads to the Minecraft nether portal. Purple and MT use it to get from their house to Alan's pc, or to spend some time in the Minecraft world. Before MT can even say anything, Purple flies straight through the portal, gone in a flash. There's no doubt that his mind is currently driven with worry and care for his friends, a certain green friend in particular.

MT immediately tails behind, the protection of his son at number one priority. He'd do absolutely anything if it means Purple is safe.

//Grassland//

"What do you think would happen if I touched it?"

Green slaps Red's hand away from the dark particles. "Don't touch it!"

"Okay! Chill! I wasn't actually going to...but what if I did-."

"You'll slowly melt into chunks of virus, deteriorating at the second as you die a slow, painful death..."

Everyone looks at Yellow with wide eyes of concern, confusion and surprise.

"What the fuck." Blue snickers at Yellow's cold response.

Chosen remains silent at the front of the group, holding the shining, magic shield above them all, keeping a safe space away from the noxious fog. The grass below them starts to feel damp. The air is chilling, slowly decreasing in temperature more and more. The group ends up all walking closer together, starting to notice the rapid increase of frigidness.

Yellow and Blue stick close to one another, their hands still interlocked. The warmth from the both of their hands together feels nice to the two boys, a comfort in this mysterious atmosphere.

Blue looks over at Yellow, speaking quietly. "Do you think everything's going to be alright?"

Yellow returns the gaze. "We can only hope so...and knowing how all of us always end up alright, i'd say so." He speaks quietly.

"...you're the best, you know that?" Blue smiles with enamour, cocking his head slightly.

Yellow stifles a tender giggle, a warm smile spreading across this face. "Thanks."

Chosen's eyes narrow slightly as he spots the house in the distance, it's observatory balcony sticking out the side of the top floor. The wind starts to pick up as light rain begins to drizzle from the currently distorted sky. The storm picks up overhead, flashes of purple and blue mixing through the heavy clouds.

"C'mon, we better get inside now" Chosen nods towards the house as they near it.

//The house//

Dark groans as he flops on the couch. "Where are theyyy!!??" He rolls around dramatically, tumbling off the side of the couch.

"Can you just like, chill?" Victim sighs and crosses one leg over the other, sitting on an armchair to the side.

"Chill!? You think I can just chill!!??" He retorts, scowling from the floor.

"Look, you're being VERY overprotective of the guy who is basically a god."

"I'm a god too-!"

"And I think you just need to relax a bit and have trust in Chosen. He'll be back soon-"

The sound of propelled fire blares outside through the sound of the storm, followed by the front door swinging open by a heavy kick. Chosen storms into the house with the other five trailing behind.

"And there he is." Victim rolls his eyes.

"Heyy, woah Cho, you good?" Dark raises an eyebrow, getting off the wooden floor.

"Do I look good to you?" Chosen retorts sharply, shooting daggers at Dark.

"Nope. But it would be nice if someone would explain to me WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!!??"

A/N

Hello! Sorry for the longer wait. Chapters might start coming out a bit slower since school is returning T_T

Have a nice day/night! <3