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'' Welcome to your fate, end of the line ,,

Summary:

All is going well after the showdown. Dark didn't die and he and Chosen now live with the color gang in Alan's PC. The two had taken a small break and gone back to the outernet when they had been bumped into Victim and his friends? workers? Something. That's when they found out, Primal had gone feral after being attacked by a civillian. They holled up in Dark and Chosen's old home until they could get back to the PC.

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AvA / AvM fans.. i hope you accept us with this fic..

Notes:

Hi Im the new owner of this account i guess. the old owner will still post sometimes,, maybe

I'll sign off my works with - Dark
with the notes at the end.. Okay..? okay..

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Chapter Text

Everything had gone to shit.

That's the first thing Dark thought when he sat down after their group had arrived to his and Chosen's old home. Their old enemy, Victim, had asked them for help. Help ! From what he had gathered, there had been a virus- they had called it an infection- outbreak in the outernet. It had been infecting people and making them more volitile than Dark itself - Victim's words, not Dark's own. They needed to get back up to the PC but They needed to scavenge. Unlike the hollowheads, the Color gang needed to eat.

'' Dark Lord, are you listening to this? ,,

The voice lifted him out of his thoughts and he looked up, taking in the faces of the other sticks. Shit, he must have missed something they had said to him.

'' Uh, maybe? ,, ... He had not been listening. Victim sighed, standing up from their seat, walking over to the red stick. '' We need you to get food and supplies for us all. Chosen voted you up to do it and we all agreed. ,,

It stared up at Chosen before standing up and storming towards the front door, slamming it behind it.

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A few hours passed and Dark returned with tons of food and shit, a pep in his step as he walked into the house. Chosen could tell what had happened while the Red Spider had been out because of the large blood stain across Dark's shirt n pants. Victim walked over to Dark, checking him over for any cuts or things that could be infected.

Dark rolled his eyes, sitting down straight onto Chosen's legs with a huge smirk, earning himself a sharp clip over the head by the black Stick. '' Dark, what the actual FUCK are you doing. ,, Dark opened his mouth to speak before closing it again, shaking his head. No snappy retort? That was new..

'' Fuckin' silent in here isn' it? ,, Agent's voice made everyone jump as they hadn't been expecting him to speak at all. '' It's called peace, 'bet you guys don't know what that is, hm? ,, Came Dark's snappy response as he leaned back against Chosen, another punch hitting the back of his head. '' Fuck, Cho, stop it! ,,

 

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4 Days until $!3£&* ?

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Tthanks..

- Dark