The stick figures turned to the File Explorer, hearing a rustling sound. A second later, a crimson line shot out of the application and went across the screen. Slowly more crimson lines appeared, engulfing the stick figures.
The PC shook, throwing Blue and Red off their feet as they flew across the screen. Green, Yellow, and The Second Coming latched onto the ground desperately. The crimson haze spread with fury, infecting everything, including files, apps, and so on.
Alan attempted to look for the PC anti-virus setting. He tried clicking on it to protect his PC, but it failed. Panicked, Alan tried clicking on the Windows button in hopes to restart the PC, but however that failed too. The Windows button turned a bright red, before turning into a deep crimson.
The virus continued to spread, tendrils of codes twisting into the programs and warping them with each flicker of light. Alan used his cursor and grabbed Green, Red, Yellow, and Blue by the arms and dropped them into the middle of the drawing program-the only spot that wasn't infected. The Second Coming dropped the pencil in shock, but the moment it hit the ground, the pencil jerked and slowly turned into the same scary crimson color. He picked the Pencil up and tried to draw with it, but whatever he tried to draw didn't appear. The Pencil was now useless.
But that wasn't the only concern. His home-the place that always been safe, always been theirs-was falling apart. Comfort shattered inside him with each passing second.
Then, The Second Coming got an idea. He realized that the glitch originated from the PC's file directory, just like he saw! If he and his friends all go find the source, maybe-just maybe-they could stop it before it could do any worse.
He rushed forward and turned back, seeing his friends huddled together as the crimson closed in around them. The Second Coming waved at them frantically, urging them to follow-fast! Red, Green, Blue, and Yellow exchanged each other hesitant glances, the weight of uncertainty on their backs. They found an uninfected path leading to the taskbar.
The Second Coming hopped onto the taskbar and clicked on the File Explorer, with his friends following behind him. As they went inside the PC's file directory, the PC slowly turned a dark red. Thankfully, the folders and files in the file directory weren't infected yet.
Green darted ahead and ripped open the folders. He clicked through them with relentless speed, determination rushing through him. Blue and Yellow teamed up, exploring through the files together to find anything that could be the source. Red stood back at first, visibly anxious as a glitch flickered at the corner of his eye. But The Second Coming gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, a silent promise; everything was going to be okay, and he was sure of it.
As they continued to investigate, Yellow and Blue paused. At the very bottom of the file directory, there laid a pitch black note, glitching at the edges intensely and flaring between bright red and black. Its aura around it warped like heat waves, giving off energy that chilled both of them. There it was. The virus.
As Blue pointed, everyone's head snapped in unison. As they all gathered around, Yellow reached his hand out to pick it up. But as his hand grazed on the surface, his hand jerked back, glitching violently.
He recoiled in pain as he collapsed. Blue, Red and Green trailed to his side, feared by the sudden reaction as Yellow clutched his arm, still wincing. The note hissed a dark red smoke trail. As the Color Gang helped Yellow up to his feet, The Second Coming stood still. For some reason, he couldn't stop gazing at the note.
He couldn't bear but believe that it was...alive somehow. The power that it had was threatening, and he had never seen anything like it before. The note gave off a deadly aura. However, The Second Coming wasn't going to back down. Not now-as his home was continuing to become infected by the passing minute. He stepped forward and without hesitation, immediately grabbed the note.
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Animator vs Animation: The Dark Web
FanfictionAN ANIMATOR VS. ANIMATION OC FANFICTION Years after The Dark Lord's defeat, The Chosen One is still haunted by the grief of his best friend-but when he discovers that The Dark Lord's Virabands were in the hands of a mysterious figure, he gets s...
Chapter 1: The Note
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