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Second was bored. Not that there weren’t interesting things to do! Just that everyone seemed busy at the moment and he’d been helping out with this animation for a while now and something was just wrong with it, and he still didn’t know what.
His pencil tool slipped as he was lost in thought and he had to erase the leg he was working on. Nothing seemed to be going right with his drawing — it would be nice to have someone helping, but Alan was busy with a separate drawing and the others were in Minecraft.
None of his friends could help out when it came to animating. Their skills lied in other things. Maybe somewhere there were more stick figures who could use the tools and help him draw.
More stick figures…
Those words reminded him of something, though he couldn’t say what.
He vaguely remembered seeing messages on Facebook the day he had woken up. He tried his best not to think about that day too often so it was no wonder he’d brushed it aside, but Alan had created other stick figures!
Hey, are you okay?
Second jumped back. Alan’s cursor had come to hover just beside him while he was lost in thought.
Yeah
Have you made any other stick figures like me?
Alan didn't respond immediately, taken off guard by the sudden question. He started to type a few times, deleting it before Second could fully see what it said, and his cursor sunk slightly.
His name was
There were
I made one years ago. He was black not orange.
Second did a double take.
He hadn’t really been expecting confirmation. After all, if there were more stick figures on the PC then why wouldn’t he have met them? Something didn’t add up here, but he didn’t want to assume the worst.
It was probably just a misunderstanding.
Where is he?
He hoped it was a misunderstanding.
He… Died. A while ago.
Sorry tsc
Second slumped. For a moment he had hoped…
Then the cursor did a little spin, successfully pulling his attention away from his inevitable death and loneliness.
Alan went and adjusted the thickness of the brush, then returned to point Second towards an empty section of the drawing.
I didn’t think to before but
I can redraw him and then
He demonstrated what he meant, drawing a stick figure that looked remarkably like Second. Same height, same proportions, just in a different colour.
When he went to name the stick figure he did so almost hesitantly. Second had to crane his head to see what he was typing, and he could just make out the word Victim.
Strange name to call someone, but who was he to judge? His name was The Second Coming. His friends were named after colours. Victim wasn't the worst name out there, probably.
The stick figure — Victim — didn’t move when he was automatically selected, or when Alan deselected him and nudged him a bit. Not even when Second waved a hand in front of his face, which was concerning. Second looked at Alan for help, but the hovering cursor gave off the impression that he was just as confused.
Suddenly Victim flickered. Black, grey, black again, and Second stepped back. That didn’t seem right, but maybe it was because Victim had been dead? There was probably a logical explanation. But they had all died before in Minecraft and this hadn’t happened, so maybe it was because of how long he’d been dead for?
And then the flickering stopped and Victim crumpled to the ground. He had been left mostly dark grey, though the grey faded to black at the ends of his limbs, and he only remained still for a second before jumping up, scaring Second enough for him to fall over. Victim reached frantically for… something. Something he obviously didn’t find. Maybe something he had with him when he died?
Asking how he died would be rude, wouldn't it.
When Second and Victim made eye contact Victim startled again and pointed at him. Second pointed back, just a little confused.
“Who are you?”
Victim sounded a lot older than Second himself.
“I’m Second. Are you… Victim?”
Second didn’t like how the word sounded out loud. Neither did the other stick figure, if his tense posture was any indication.
“My name is Vic. Where…” Vic trailed off in the middle of reaching out to help Second stand as he evidently caught sight of something behind Second, who turned and came face-to-face with Alan.
Hello Victim