Hey y'all, my first attempt at fanfictin, don't judge me. This is based slightly off another fanfic I read and the last part is based off a dream I had. Gore, blood, non canon, and major character death warning! This is a sad fanfic, enjoy! :3 The Dark Lord groaned. Where was he? Everything hurt. He felt like someone had ripped him apart limb by limb then and dissected him. He peeked an eye open and shut it quickly, feeling nauseous. No wonder. He was missing an arm and there was a giant gash on his chest to his stomach. He could see his insides. He suppressed a gag before peaking an eye open again to look at himself. There was weird green particles on his wounds, and they stung. A lot. Dark squeezed his eyes shut, as if that would help with the pain. It didn’t work. Dark didn't expect it to. He tried to relax, then move his arm, before stopping with a hiss of pain, squeezing his eyes shut again. So he wasn't going anywhere. His memory was fuzzy. He was stabbing some kids and watching them disinigrate with a wide smile... There was this one orange kid that wouldn't die, but Dark killed him eventually...right? Then a flash of green and he...was here. ... Oh right. That orange kid. That stupid orange kid with the green powers. He ruined everything. Dark clentched his teeth. Ow. He relaxed his jaw. He was so close! He was about to dominate the internet! Destroy those stupid humans, get his revenge! Fulfill his point of existence and destroy The Chosen One-! ... The Chosen One ... Chosen... The red stickfigure did not know what he felt of him. He hated Cho so much he loved him...or was it the other way around? He didn't know anymore. His only and first friend...Cho... He was suppose to show him his invenion, the Virabots and blade, and Cho would praise him and say he was a genius! They were suppose to rule the world together! Get revenge on the creator that made them both! He could of at least told him to stop instead of beating him up! ... Maybe Cho did tell him to stop but he didn't listen, he had a habit of doing that. But still! This was all Chosen and that orange kid's fault! Dark had every right to do what he did! ... Would Cho come for him? Yes, yes he would. Cho is just like that. An emo depressed trashcan who's secretly a softie on the inside. Dark is proud to say only he knows that and only he can read the subtle movement and changes in his expression. Only he knows that Cho likes head pats, cats, and flowers. He can trust no one but Cho. Or at least he thought. ... How long has it been? Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Days? Where is Cho? Did he give up on Dark? No. He wouldn't. Right? Dark was probably blasted very far from the cliff so it was taking Cho a while to get here. Dark did beat him up pretty badly, maybe that's why. Yeah. That's it. Definitely. ... Where was he? Dark felt his eyes get damp and he squeezed his eyes shut again. No. He wouldn't cry. He was The Dark Lord for code's sake! He did not cry. Still no sign of him. Dark might as well give up. sigh. Through blurry eyes, Dark thought he saw a head pop up from the edge of the ditch he was in. It was Cho, his face young and his cheeks rosey. He had a big grin on his face. "Come on, Dark! Let's go play in the forest and swim in the lake!" His voice was cheerful. The black stickfigure winked. "Race you there!" Chosen jumped up and ran off, waving his arms and laughing. Dark jumped up too, scrambling up the side of the ditch. He reached an arm out to Chosen, his lips stretching into a smile as he laughed. "Wait for me Cho! I'm coming!" Dark ran after the other, the duo's laughter echoing through the crisp air. Chosen found Dark's cold and lifeless body 5 minutes later, a ghost of a smile still on his face even when dead. He stared down at the body in the ditch, his face emotionless. The black stickfigure limped down the side of the ditch. He reached the body and nudged it with his foot. Dark didn't move. Chosen didn't expect him to. He was not crying nor laughing. Chosen felt... hollow. He was badly beat up. The ground beneath him was starting to be stained crimson. The after-effects of the virablade had kicked in. Although it didn't kill him immediately, it blocked his powers. That was why his healing and regenerative abilities weren't working. Chosen knew he didn't have much time left. He didn't care. He never did. Kneeling down next to the body of his former best friend and enemy, he took Dark’s hand in his own, squeezing it tightly. It was cold. But if Chosen imagined hard enough, he could almost feel the warmth. The warm hands that embraced him when he woke up from another nightmare. Chosen silently laid down next to Dark, his hand still grasping the other's, and closed his eyes. He drifted off into the darkness. And if you focus hard enough, maybe, just maybe, you will be able to hear the faint echoes of their laughter as they hold hands.
The song is Entro from ONE by HjfCheesy I hoped you liked my first fanfic ever :>
