When Dark shot the large fireball at the center of the desktop, Chosen's plan was set into motion.
"Yellow! Grab the staff!" He ordered. "Everyone else, take shelter inside! I'll handle this bastard."
King ushered everyone inside quickly, knowing that whatever was going to happen wasn't going to be pretty.
Although he really didn't care if Chosen ripped into Night Shade or Orchid. Or both.
One less problem to deal with. Or better, the entire problem would be over.
Once everyone, sans Chosen, was inside, King did a quick head count.
Yellow's grabbing the staff, Chosen's outside, Green, Blue, Red...
Three were missing.
Dark, Second, Purple.
He did another head count.
Yellow's grabbing the staff, Chosen's outside, Green, Blue, Red...
Three were still missing.
"King? Everything okay?" Red asked worridly.
The disappearances surely explained how easily Chosen was fending them off, given it seemed like he was only fighting one.
"Did anyone see Dark or Purple or Second anywhere?"
"They must've escaped through the widget after the fireball exploded." Green theorized.
"Well, plausible. But still, why?"
"To stop Orchid or Night Shade! Chosens only fighting one person out there!"
Chosen, as if on cue, was thrown through the wall, Grey spots covering his body.
"Holy shit! You alright?"
Green and Red helped him, and Chosen looked at the spots covering his skin. "Well, could be better."
"Could be worse too. How'd those happen?" Red pointed to the slowly quickening spots growing along the sticks form.
"It's like the people in the city. They grow Grey and die." Yellow theorized.
"We're all gonna die?!" Green exclaimed.
"That you will." A voice declared before everything went dark.
"You sure this'll hold together, Dark?" Second asked worridly, staring at the boat they had spent hours scouting materials for.
While they weren't sure how long it'd been, it's been long enough to get materials, map out the amount they'd need, gather supplies for the trip across the ocean, lay out the foundation, draw blueprints, gather tools, and build the boat itself.
Even then, it was barely sunrise by the time they were done, and Purple was surprised at how much less time had been wasted than he anticipated.
"Wow. You really underestimate my ability?" Dark said in mock anger.
"Tell me. Have you ever built a boat?" Second asked.
"Damn it. Fair point."
"Anyway, let's not waste any more time than we need. We've spent enough time building it, with no real way for test it's durability."
"We could test our fireballs on it?" Dark suggested.
"Do you want to set it on fire? It's not steel or anything. It's wood."
"So?"
Purple facepalmed. "Wood is flammable, moron!"
"Oh. Right."
"Dumbass." Second grumbled.
"ANYWAY!" Purple interrupted. "If it's strong enough to get to their base...wherever it is, then it's strong enough to make it there and back." Purple explained.
"Should?"
"Shut up, Dark Lord." Second snapped. We have people to protect and a psycho villain to stop."
"And less time than necessary if we keep standing around! The curse is already spreading across the ocean!"
"Purple's right. It's only a matter of time before it reaches the ip addresses, and Alan's desktop, which could crash alongside everyone else for miles across the entire country."
"Valid point...wait, what about everyone else?!"
"They'll be fine as long as the curse stays out of the IP locations. AKA, the sky."
"True."
"Besides, how do we explain to a bunch of kids that their leaders dad plus a bunch of random other sticks are dead."
"Gold's seen death before, he can handle it."
"Shut up. Let's just stop Orchid, and hopefully beat the spread of the curse to the base." Second said.
"Fine."
Second noted that they had backup building supplies stored in the underdeck's storage compartment if they needed emergency repairs, depending on Orchid's power before severing the tie from the landmark they'd set up and setting the boat adrift.
"I think we underestimated how fast this thing goes." Dark said.
"Well, that's not the main issue. Take it up with someone from the city later."
"I'm just saying."
Purple tuned out the twos bickering, knowing it wasn't going to last very much longer. He stared up at the sunrise.
"Be careful, guys."
While Yellow and Blue tended to Chosen, King and the others looked for a way out of the forcefield Night Shade had covered the desktop in.
King noted that it barely reached the widget, which was outside the field, and that it didn't reach the storage folder. So there was barely a way out.
They still had the staff, but it couldn't do much, and even if they could reach the windows tab, which they couldn't, it'd be useless even with the minecraft block.
Needless to say, they were screwed.
"God forbid Alan be literally anywhere that's not here!" Green exclaimed as he stared at the wall.
"Sorry, but we aren't getting Alan's help right now. Or anyone's for that matter." Yellow said.
"How can you tell?" Red asked.
"Well, for example, Dark and the others have gone MIA completely, as has Orchid, Gold and the others are helping the people in the city, and Night Shade is the reason we're in this mess. Not to mention the staff is useless and Chosen's over here DYING!" Yellow said.
"So, essentially, there's no way out of this predicament." Blue summarized.
"Pretty much."
"Well, isn't that lovely." Green deadpanned.
"Can't we just get the Minecraft block or something?!" Blue asked.
"Night Shade was very precise about the size of the forcefiled, which me and King noticed," Red pointed out. "We can't reach the storage folder, the windows tab where the minecraft block is, or the widget. And since Chosen can't do much, the only other people with powers are practically missing, the staff is useless, and Alan is God knows where, we're fucking screwed."
"WELL ISN'T THAT JUST PEACHY!" Blue screamed.
"Easy, Blue. We'll figure something out. I might have to tweak the command block a little bit if it doesn't work."
"Remember the last time that happened?" Red said from the window.
"OKAY, THAT DIDN'T COUNT! I DIDN'T TWEAK ANYTHING! THEY WERE JUST STRUCK BY LIGHTNING!"
"What if we do that?" Blue asked.
"What?!" Yellow exclaimed.
"If the entire computer ends up the way it did when you guys struck the command blocks the first time, we might be able to restart the computer and fix the forcefield," King said. "It also might disorientate Night Shade, so we can gain the upper hand and capture him!"
"That would just leave Orchid, which Purple and the others can handle!" Green added.
"But what about the whole...Grey death shit?" Blue asked.
"I think Orchid controls that, and Night Shade just has that ability." Yellow theorized.
"Either way, we can try it. We can duplicate the Command Block to enough that will cause that reaction, and see if it works."
"How many would we need?" Red asked.
"That number could vary, so I'll think about that. Let's just keep Chosen's issue at bay, and once it dies down, we'll get working."
"Right."
Dark realizes too late that he didn't grab a radio before he escaped.
Meaning they had no way of communicating with King and the others.
"Ugh...there's no reception out here!" Second groaned, almost tossing his phone into the water. "Any luck, Purple?"
"Nothing. No reception. There's no way of communicating with the others."
"Fuck."
Purple stared down into the water. "Really wish that vision thingy would do its thing right now. Maybe it'd give us some Intel on where everyone else is."
"Yellow! He's getting worse!"
Blue's frantic voice shot him back into reality.
Or whatever reality he was seeing.
"Get a Regeneration potion!"
"Come on, Cho. Hold on a bit longer."
"Yellow! Start getting command blocks so we can break down this forcefield!"
Purple stared at what was happening in front of him. Chosen was dying.
Night Shade was standing outside the faint purple forcefield Blue was talking about, and cast a glance in his direction.
Shit.
"Purple!"
A cold and wet feeling washed over his body. "What the hell was that for?!"
"Sorry! You just did that space out vision thingy you do and we got worried." Dark tossed the bucket aside. "Sec, get me a towel."
"Got it."
"Is everyone okay?"
Purple stared at him with blank wide eyes. "Not everyone is."