Technically the second installment of the series?
But still.
Enjoy!
This is all they are.
A member of a super large secret organization that's after one singular stick figure.
What's the deal with him, anyways? It's just a stick figure.
Sure, he may look like their leader, but that's really all they know.
Well...look like is a strong statement. They were practically carbon copies of each other, and with the photos they had seen while as an undercover agent, the only difference was their color. The stick figure they were hunting was as black as midnight, while their leader was a dark gray.
Still, all of this for one stick?
What kind of chaos was this man capable of?
Suddenly, four agents marched into the room. Their dull gray color was dimmer than their silvery color.
Their silvery color that made anyone deem them shinier than a star with how it looked. They did not mind the sentiment. They did feel like they shined like the stars in the night sky.
In their arms, a frozen, black, hollowhead stick figure with fire coming out of his hands.
Holy fucking shit.
So that was why they were so concerned about capturing him. He had chaotic powers that were beyond their imagination.
Sweet Jesus fucking Christ.
Behind them, two other guards carried a similar figure into the room. He was not frozen, but he was a hollowhead. The only difference being his vibrant orange color.
As they confiscated his weapon, a gray pencil(what kind of moron brings pencil into a battle? He had to have been fighting with, or alongside, the black stick.), and tossed him into a cell near the black hollowhead.
Something about the orange stick figure blinked them back into reality. And they blinked at the stick figure with recognition.
This was one of their cousins best friends.
Ignore how shitty some of the writing probably is I wrote this during my midterm season and half the time was sleep deprived as hell.
Anyways, keep running up those hills, dreamchasers! And stay tuned!