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parkswritessometimes · 5 months ago

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Yellow & Rocket Corp

The first story in mine and @kalcifers-blog where Yellow was left in the shack to try to re-summons Alan's cursor and shut down the virabots while her friends help The Chosen One fight The Dark Lord. Unfortunately she is one of the lone survivors in that fight, escaping into the woods moments after she watches her friends disintegrate into nothing but red code in the breeze. She is left to wander for days until she finds a poster asking for information that she is more than happy to provide.

Three days. Three fucking days of wandering streets that all look the same. Three days of getting odd stares and sideways glances. Trying not to break down from the simple thought of her dead friends and failing miserably. She just has to keep walking. She doesn’t know how or why but she knows it will solve her problem. Just keep moving forward.

She takes a deep breath wiping her face dry of tears as she looks at her surroundings. It’s all the same. No distinct landmarks or natural landscape to help her guide her way, just buildings that stretched so high they practically took over the sky. No trees with distinctive markings, no mountains that grace the horizon, no temples or villages, nothing. Just the same repetitive buildings with buzzing signs and angry people.

That’s probably the worst part of this whole thing. No one wanted to help. She was completely surrounded by people but no one to help. Everyone saw her with her dirty clothes and greasy hair and turned the other way. Small pitiful glances and hushed judgmental whispers were the only interaction she had for days.

She misses her friends. She misses her home. She shouldn’t even be here. She should be at home on the couch with her laptop fans whirring so loud everyone would joke that it’s about to take off. With Blue in the kitchen cooking something amazing. Red and Ruben all up in her personal space and Green’s legs sprawled across her and Sec.

She even misses Alan. In the beginning he was a bit cold and distant, only really wanting to talk to Second, but he grew to love them all. Play fights and little pats of affection from time to time. He’s even started to judge their build battle.

Guess that’s all over now.

Her fingers brush up against the concrete buildings guiding her way to nowhere, when she realizes there is a sudden change of texture. Paper. She looks up to see what her hands find only to take a step back at the image staring back at her.

Blurry photos of a man flying through the sky, fire shooting out of his hands, lazer’s shooting out of his red eyes and a long black trench coat billowing behind him in every photo. That’s him. The man who abandoned her at the bay. Who ran like a coward and left her stranded in this unknown world.

Yellow rips the flyer down, her eyes drawn right to the big bold letters at the bottom of the poster. REWARD. Hopefully it's cash. Get her something to eat or a place to crash for the night. Where does she need to go? Rocket Corp? She’s seen that building. It was tucked away toward the bay with big looming fences and barbed wire, a promise to harm anyone who dares step foot on their territory. A building that just seemed to build more and more upon itself, like the owners were never fully satisfied with it so kept building. Yellow folds the piece of paper and shoves it in her pocket for safe keeping. She turns on her heel and takes off down the street, past all the shocked stares and odd glances of people she’ll never see again. She doesn’t care. There's people that can finally help her.

Yellow stares up at the Rocket logo, the giant hole in the middle staring back down at her. Judging her every movement. Like if she so much as breathed wrong she’d be shot on sight. Which isn't the worst thing. At least she’d be with her friends. She walks forward breaking eye contact with the stupid logo, and walks through the huge gap in the fence. She follows the concrete path to the huge steel door and just waits. There doesn't seem to be a handle or a way in only a little panel to scan a pass. “Hello!” She shouts out to the empty lot. “I have information on the Chosen One!” She pulls out the piece of paper from her pocket and waves it in the air. There has to be cameras around her somewhere. No place is this guarded and doesn’t have cameras. She just has to make enough noise to get someone’s attention.

“Your flyer says to talk to you if I have information! I have it! Can you let me in? Helloooo?”

Beep

Whoosh

The door is wide open, a silent invitation to come inside. Join them in whatever secret goes on behind the concrete and metal walls.

The building is cold, not just in its temperature but in its atmosphere. Grey walls and with no decor to give them life. No plants to give anyone fresh air, nor windows to let in any natural light. It’s lifeless. It’s cold. The only thing alive is a woman in a grey uniform behind a desk, and even she looks like she’s had the life drained out of her by this building. “Hi.” Yellow says, her index fingers drumming against the concrete grey desk.

“Hi, you said you had some information for us.” Her voice is soft and sweet, a soft smile on her face and sympathy in her eyes. Has-Has this been the first time someone has looked at her with something other than contempt and hatred in their eyes since the fight?

“That’s right.” Yellow whispers swallowing the lump in her throat. “Why don’t you take a seat over there and my bosses will be right with you.” She points just past Yellow’s shoulder to a little waiting area against the wall. It’s nothing fancy, a few simple black chairs and a matching little sofa.

Yellow shuffles over to the sofa and sits down. It’s lumpy and the faux leather is cold to the touch, like this seat has been neglected for years, but despite all that, it's the comfiest thing she’s felt in days. Oh how low her standards have dropped. It used to take so much to even get her to consider sleep. She had to have Blue in the bed above her, everyone else already had to be sleeping, and she had to have her favorite fluffy blanket. But now, she was so exhausted that this bench was good enough to fall asleep on.

“Here, you look like you need this.” The woman hands her a little protein bar and a small cup of water. Yellow puts the cup to her lips, the cold water sending a small chill down her nerves. Her dry throat cries for relief as the water slides down and into her empty stomach. Her teeth sink into the chocolate bar and her tense body seems to melt as soon as it hits her tongue.

“Is there anyone I can call for you?” The women asks

Purple? Mango? She doesn’t know their numbers and her phone is back on Alan’s PC. She’s not even sure if they’re in this world. Last she heard they were bouncing back between their homeworld and Minecraft. They’re probably hundreds if not thousands of miles away from her. “No. I don’t think so.” She mumbles looking down into her cup. “Okay. Stay right here.” Yellow nods and leans back against the couch, sinking into its subpar comfort. Her eyes close against her will, and her lead lulls forward. Almost as if her head was too heavy for her body to support it. She jolts back up, refusing to fall asleep in a random corporation’s lobby and takes another bite of her protein bar.

Stay awake. Stay awake. You can sleep when you’re in a hotel room in a proper bed. Yellow thinks to herself. She digs her chewed fingernails into her palm, the pain forcing herself to stay as alert as she can.

A door opening in the far corner catches her eye. Two men walk through, one an unnatural shade of grey skin making him look like he was made out of silver and a man with sunglasses hovering right behind him. They both go up to the women who was just doting on Yellow just a few minutes ago. Their voices are hushed murmurs, their eyes shifting towards Yellow then back to each other. Yellow forces herself to shrink into herself to take up the least amount of space as possible. “Hi there,” The silver man says as he sits down next to Yellow. His arms are crossed like he’s guarding himself from a threat that is just looming out of sight.“My friend Coral over there says that you have some information on The Chosen One?”

“Yes, sir I do. Him and The Dark Lord.” The two men exchange a glance, having an entire conversation in less than a second. She’s not exactly sure what the look communicated but it must have been something good considering that they both return her look with a soft smile and an extended hand. “Why don’t you come with us and tell us what you know, and afterwards we can get you some proper clothes and food. Sounds good?”

Yellow nods taking the hand in front of her, letting them pull her up to her aching feet and lead her down the corridor of endless doors and hallways. Machine after machine, the whirring of gears, workers in the same grey jumpsuit like workers in a hive obeying their queen. Which from the looks of things seem to be the two men in front of her. “Take a seat.” The silver man says, opening the door to another lifeless room. Metal chairs and table are the only thing adorning the room. A mirror that she could’ve sworn was a window just a few seconds ago hangs on the wall next the door. A sinking feeling drags Yellow’s stomach down to the floor. She’s seen enough cop shows to know what this is. An integration room.

“Alright then,” The grey one says as she pulls out the lone metal chair. “I’m Vic, and this is Agent.” Huh. Weird names but then again, not even close to the weirdest thing she’s encountered this week.

“I’m Yellow.” “Okay Yellow, why don’t you tell what you know about the Chosen One?”

Oh creators. Where to even start?

“Oh well, I live-lived on a PC. And it got infected with a virus. I–I don’t know how, we didn’t download anything, it just showed up and a few minutes later The Chosen One did too. He made a complete mess of the computer, destroying everything to get rid of the virus before leaving through a portal thing. And we followed. I don’t know why but we did. And then we were in the middle of the fight, and The Chosen One and The Dark Lord were trying to kill each other and I know computers I thought I could shut down the bots he was using. Or at the very least stall him out. And I did my best, I really really did! But I-I’m not strong like my friends so I kept trying and doing my best while they fought and then…” they died. They were killed. Right in front of me. The words are caught in her throat, unable to leave her tongue. But they seem to get the message. The tears she’s been holding in for so long finally stream down her face in little rivulets.

“We understand. We’ve also lost loved ones to that monster. Can you tell us what happened after? Where they went? ”

“Yeah, yeah,” Yellow nods, wiping the escaped tears from her face. “I saw Chosen running, fleeing from the fight, and into the forest. I knew I was next and kinda forced a full wipe of the Dark Lord’s PC and sent it into a reboot loop before running. He–He looked right at me. I thought-I thought I was going too…”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to explain further. Thank you for telling us.” “Of course.” “We just have a few more questions. One of our employees, he was by the bay that day and he took this photo,” Vic slides over a glossy photo across the metal table letting Yellow take it from his hands. Dark and Chosen fight in the corner and she can see the shack where she and her friends hid out but that clearly wasn’t the main attraction of the photo. Because right there in the center of the frame is Alan’s cursor. “Do you know how this got here? Into our world?”

“I brought him here.” “You-You brought him here? You can do that?”

“Yeah, I thought if I could bring him here he could help us. So much for that plan.” Vic’s face seems to twist into one of confusion and shock. She’s not entirely sure what she said that was so wrong but it must be something horrible to elicit that sort of response. She shrinks into the chair trying to evaporate from their gaze. “Will you-Will you excuse us for a second?” Vic mutters, his voice a little tighter than it was just a second ago.

“Mhm” Yellow replies, continuing her attempt to just disappear into thin air. Both the men get up from their chairs, with Glasses-Agent, pressing his hand against Vic’s back as they walk out. The door closes behind them leaving Yellow trapped inside.

Yellow groans as she melts into the metal desk, her arms a perfect cushion for her throbbing head. The silence, something she used to cherish more than anything else in the world now feels soul crushing and something to fear. Red isn’t here to burden her with a million questions, Green isn’t here to drag her out to her drum set to make a beat for a new song he wrote, Blue isn’t going to invite to the kitchen for a big meal. They’re all gone. Dead. Without a body to bury, and a grave to mourn at.

She’s all alone. She’s the last one. A sob makes her chest lurch forward and her head spin. She should’ve gone down to the beach. She shouldn’t have been a coward hiding in the shack trying to bring Alan back. It wouldn’t have worked no matter what she tried. Fucking useless Yellow. Built for a website that was quickly abandoned, for a fight she could never win, and when she was set free gained an interest in something that was never useful for combat. Pathetic. Pathetic and useless.

“Yellow?” Yellow jolts her head up to see Vic sitting in front of her again. Another sad smile plastered on his face. “Coral told me you don’t have anyone to go back home too? Is that right?” “Mhm.” “Okay well, we have a health room here, do you want to go lay down for a bit? Get some rest while Agent and I sort some things out? Maybe freshen up a bit while you’re at it?”

“Yes. Please.” She replies with no hesitation, like the offer would disappear if she thought about it too long.

“Great, follow me.” Yellow takes the hand offered to her hoisting herself back up on her aching legs.

Back down the grey hallways they walk, her tired eyes causing the doors and windows to blur into a huge mess. Her shaky legs are barely able to keep herself upright, but she forces her feet to move forward. No matter how painful it is. She can do this. It’s a hallway. She can conquer a hallway.

She’s conquered an Elder Guardian, escaped Purple’s parkour trap, stopped King from destroying an entire universe, saved countless lives and was regarded as a hero in villages across the land. And yet, all of those obstacles seem so small in comparison to this stupid hall.

“Here we go.” Vic’s voice warbles, somehow far away and right beside her at the same time.

This room is much different than the others in the building. It's warm and feels alive. The colors weren’t just plain grey and black, but splashes of blues and greens decorating the walls and furniture. Her eyes land on a faux leather couch with a pillow and a thick white blanket all folded up for her. A pile of fresh clothes and some water sit neatly on an end table. But she’s so exhausted she can barely acknowledge it.

She shuffles towards the couch, feeling so much like the zombies she used to fight. Not quite dead, but definitely not alive either. She crashes on the couch pulling the blanket up to her shoulders and falls asleep. Finally safe for the first time in days.

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