Hi little gremlins(GOD it's been forever since I've used this website)
A few of you may know me from AO3 under my same username, but I decided(more like my cousin begged me. You know who you are 3) to post them here so they reach a wider audience.
This was one of the first ones she asked me to write, and by far something I am incredibly proud of. It was the first ever fic I wrote that forced me to step out of the comfort zone I'd built up around myself, and it actually turned out better than I thought.
With that out of the way, enjoy!
"YOUR THE WORST PARENTS EVER!"
Those are the last words Midnight ever speaks to his parents as he ran out of his abusive stepdad's house on this chilly October night. He and his stepdad had gotten into another verbal argument that turned into a physical altercation that led to Midnight running out of the house with the promise of never returning.
He wiped his bloody nose and flung it off his hand and onto the cracked sidewalk. It was going to be a horribly long walk to the big city, but there was a fair he had hopes of going to with what little money his nicer, much more caring mother could smuggle him from her retail job.
After all, what could a seventeen-year-old high school student get with nothing but fifteen dollars in his pocket?
He started the walk towards the fair, putting all memories of the previous hour out of his mind for a night of fun and relaxation.
"Dad! Dad! Look! A concert! Can we go see it? Please?"
"Oh, alright, kid."
Midnight had only noticed the young gold-colored stick and his much darker, orange colored father as they passed by him while he sat against a stand.
He wished he had a family like that.
He sat atop a roof a few hours later, watching the stars. It had always been a favorite hobby of his for years, just sitting on the roof of his house, watching the stars, sometimes for hours.
Only this time, the peaceful silence was broken by a blaring alarm.
He jumped up and glanced around, eventually seeing a blaring red light emitting from the Minecraft stand he had seen that father-son duo enter moments earlier.
Now, the son was forcing himself to move through the glass tunnel, while the father and multiple employees tried to open the door.
The thing he heard over all was the blaring alarm, even over the father screaming in desperation.
He winced at the noises that were filling his ears, slamming his palms over his ears and squinting his eyes shut to block everything out.
Until it all suddenly stopped.
Slowly, he opened his eyes and removed his palms, taking in the sight. The father had sitting in front the door, his son nowhere in sight. Papers were everywhere, and the limp, unconscious(he hoped. He never thought ordinary citizens were capable of murdering with their bare hands) bodies of three or four of the workers were on the ground beside him.
Midnight took that as his cue to get the hell out of there.
Days turned into months. Months turned into years, and he hadn't seen his parents since that fateful night.
Sitting in an apartment(man, he was thankful one of his buddies could get him a place) at eighteen-going-on-nineteen, he idily how that father was doing. He'd come up to him a few weeks after the incident, asking about some Minecraft Game Icon or whatever.
He never really knew what it was, so they parted ways a moment later.
He stared out his window, watching over the park his place overlooked, he noticed someone familiar.
The same father from that night, with a younger, purple stick figure.
What?
The two seemed happy, with the smaller stick jumping up and backflipping across the park.
Something about how that stick was making that dad feel was making his blood absolutely boil with rage.
He and that dad both lost people dear to then, and he had found a new kid while he was stuck living alone.
The gears in his head began turning.
And he suddenly had a plan.
Present day
"Since when could Green sing?!" Blue asked with fake anger.
"Since the Note Block Universe, Blue!" Purple snickered
"That was weeks ago!"
"And you think I wanna talk about that night? It didn't have a happy ending!"
"Well, at the very very end when Second saved the world.." King reminded.
"Well, most of our stories didn't have a happy ending." Blue said suddenly.
"Yeah..." Purples mood was suddenly diminished.
"Oh, sorry, Purple! Forgot your story's still a little bit of a sensitive topic for you!" Green apologized.
"It's fine." Purple said.
Midnight watched the conversations unfold. It made his blood boil with anger as the others talked and laughed.
His plan suddenly fell into action.
He watched as his friend and cohort, Saffron, drove a black truck closer to the park and he tossed a smoke bomb out the passenger window.
The area was filled with a black smoke as he watched the group stagger around, trying to find each other.
He signaled for Saffron to snatch Purple, and he dissipated the smoke just has he did.
He jumped down from the roof.
"Purple! Where's Purple?!" He heard King ask.
"KING!"
Purples scream cut off Midnight's sarcastic sentence, he pushed Purple back into his truck.
Unfortunately, King noticed.
"HEY! THAT'S MY KID, NOT YOURS, YOU KIDNAPPER!" King screamed.
"WELL HE'S MINE NOW, KING! I'D LOVE TO SEE YOU FIND HAPPINESS WHEN I STEAL IT FROM YOU!" Midnight screamed, slamming on the gas and driving off.
He had finally gotten his revenge.
Now to keep the kid from getting found.
King and the others didn't move for a few minutes as they processed what the hell just happened.
For King, it processed faster than a snap of his fingers.
That sick, sorry, son a bitch just kidnapped Purple.
"That son of a-GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!" King grabbed a nearby tree branch and threw it as hard as he could at the roadside before collapsed to the ground in a fit of strangled, anguished, inconsolable sobs.
Burying his face in his hands, he heard the others try to comfort him, saying they'd get Purple back no matter what.
It didn't help.
Purple was missing, and it was going to take a miracle to find him.
Purple did nothing but scream the whole way to Midnight's shack.
It was far out of town, so he knew if he were to escape, it'd be a long way back into town.
He stared at a photo of him and King, smiling happily at the camera. King's arms were wrapped tightly around Purple, with Purple's arms wrapped around the front.
That was his favorite photo.
And his only remaining hope for the weeks to come.
While Blue ran to the local police station to find help, Second and the others stayed to console the anguished father.
King was a wreck, and would be for weeks. Purple, his best friend and adopted son, had just been kidnapped by some random psychopath who knew something about King's life despite never laying eyes on him before.
Blue came back twenty minutes later, police cars speeding off in the direction of the kidnappers car, while one stayed behind to question King and the others.
They gave what they knew: One of his buddies threw a smoke bomb, got Purple by himself, snatched him up, and threw him into his van and drove off.
As they give their information, Green was quick to point out he got a good look at the license plate of the van, and asked if that would be of any use.
The policeman thanked him for the information and left back to the police station.
"How'd you get his license plate?" Second asked.
"Simple. While it was parked, I caught sight of it and saw the whole thing as it drove off!" Green answered.
"Well, what was it?"
"Something like...M1DN1GT or something like that."
King's eyes lit up with recognition.
"I might know a guy who's got a buddy with that exact car."
"Where does he live?!" Green asked in anticipation.
"Not too far from my old house. He might be able to give us some information if we get him to talk, and then we relay it to the cops, and they track the dude, and we find Purple! Easy!" King explained, suddenly having a huge adrenaline rush.
It was worth it. He was gonna get Purple back, no matter what it took.
Whatever happens is the fault of an old co-writer I had. He was an interesting person(he was an asshole)
Anyways, keep running up those hills, dreamchasers! And stay tuned!