All oneshots in this fic are under a series on AO3 titled AVM stuff. This will be updated as more fics are posted.

The one thing Purple was expecting was a nice walk around town. Nothing more, nothing less.

He was just sitting in the park, enjoying the warmth of the sun on his skin when he noticed something. A dark blue stick just walking around.

He wasn't sure what to think, but it reminded him of his dad. Maybe it was his dad, he wasn't sure. He tried taking his mind off of it and decided just to go home and sleep it off.

He hopped off the fence and felt his phone vibrate in his sweater. King

KO-Hey, you on your way?

Purple took the message into consideration. Maybe he could just tell King some weirdo that could be his dad is giving him weird side glances and just wait until he shows up and beats the nation's out of him.

Or he could just walk home and sleep it off like he originally thought.

Purple- Yeah. I'll be home soon.

KO- K

If that stick put up a fight, he'd just fight back. He's fought his dad before, he could do it again.

Though, his dad gave him a worse time when he was younger. Being older probably wouldnt matter to him. Hes probably still being seen as a weakling.

After a few minutes, he arrived in his neighborhood, and noticed the same blue stick. Standing on the opposite side of the street, side-eyeing him.

*Okay. Thats freaky.* He thought to himself. He tried to think of some logical explanation, not like that would help his spiking anxiety. Maybe he lives in the neighborhood. Or...he's waiting for a friend or relative. Or he's really his dad and he's stalking him before he finally grabs him.

-And that's enough thinking for one night. He continued down the street, keeping the blue stick in check with frequent glances. With each glance, he was becoming more and more sure he was being followed.

Just great.

The stick crossed onto his side of the street, and his anxiety set one word into play.

Run.

He bolted down the street, making sure he wasn't gonna be found before collapsing next to a tree. The one thing he wanted was a normal day. Especially after what had just transpire a few weeks back with King and the color gang.

It was becoming clear that the universe was playing a massive cruel joke on him and he hated it.

King anxiously paced around the living room as he waited for Purple to return. He had sent a message 15 minutes ago and he still wasn't back.

Sure, it was probably his anxiety kicking into overdrive, but something in his gut was starting to tell him something was very, very wrong.

Twice he had stopped himself from going outside to look for the other stick figure, but decided he'd be back soon and just waited in the living room.

After another 10 minutes, the front door opened, and Purple almost collapsed through the doorway, yet somehow was maintaining balance before he finally collapsed onto the ground.

"Jesus, what happened to you?!" King asked in concern, running over to help pick the kid up. Upon closer inspection, he had a few scratches and bruises, and was very warm and sweaty.

Not much should've happened on a normal trip to the park so what in the world happened to him?

"He started following me and then he followed me all the way here and then-"

"Hold up, hold up," King interrupted. "Who's "he"?

Purple took a deep breath before answering. "My dad."

Crap. He knew his dad was bad, but following his own kid home? That's crossing the line.

*Though there really isn't much of a line since he was abusing a minor.* He thought.

"Just...just calm down for a bit, okay? Your super warm and your probably shaken up after that." Quite literally. The poor kid was shaking so bad the only thing keeping him from falling was King holding him up. Purple shakily walked towards the couch, sitting down before trying to calm down.

King sat down next to him. "Wait, why are you so scared of your dad?" He asked. Purple visibly froze.

"He...he wasn't the nicest when it came to parenting," Purple finally said. "Back when I was younger, he wanted me to become a really good fighter."

*Guess that's where he learned to fight.* King thought to himself.

"He...always thought I'd be able to defend then, but my mom never wanted that. She just love me for who I was. My dad didn't like that...so he hit both of us." Purple continued.

"He HIT you?!" King shouted in shock. Purple flinched, and King lowered his voice. "Sorry."

"Eventually, he just...had enough. And he left us. Neither of us knew what to do, and we both thought he'd come around. He never did. And my mom died with her last memory of her husband being that fateful night." Purple's voice broke.

"And now your here." King finished for him.

"And now he's probably walking around looking for me and wanting to see if I've grown, and I haven't. I'm still the weakling he saw me as!" Purple cried out.

"Hey, don't beat yourself up like that. Your not weak. For someone like you who's been through so much, your a pretty strong kid." King countered.

"My dad would never accept me, though. All he sees is the same pitiful whiny little brat he left behind for his mom to raise alone. No one in this world thinks I'm any good. That's why nobody's ever stuck around! I'm just a weakling!" Purple broke down sobbing.

And holy crap, that hurt.

"I stuck around," King said comfortingly. "Unlike your dad, I'm actually here for you when you need me."

"But what if...you leave me. You leave me behind and then I have to fend for myself. Like you did in the Nether." Purple finally said, glancing up at the taller stick.

"I promise you, Purple, I'm never going to do something like that again. I know your dad isn't the only one who's hurt you, and I'm so sorry for my part in hurting you. You were already broken as is, and I just made that worse. I never meant to hurt you. I was just so enraged and grief stricken that I didn't realize what I found during my quest."

Purple wipedsome of his tears away. "What did you find?"

"A new family."

"In who?"

King smiled softly and held Purple's head so they were facing each other. "You."

Purple was shocked. "What?"

"I found a new family in you. I didn't realize it then, but I had family staring me right in the face. I lost my son, and then..."

"And then what?"

"He gave me you." King held Purple close, tears filling his eyes.

"He sent me to you?"

"Yes. And I'm so thankful he did. Your an amazing kid, Purple, and I'm so proud of how you've come since we met. Without you, I probably would've just destroyed everything in my grief-stricken rage."

"King."

"Yeah?"

"I want you to promise me something my dad couldn't promise me."

"What?"

"Can you promise to always be by my side?"

King smiled. "Oh, Purple," He hugged the stick, pulling him closer to him. "I'm never leaving you. I'll stay right here with you, no matter what, I'll always be by your side. Unlike your dad, I'll be here to see what you become."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Purple snuggled closer to King, falling asleep a few moments later, King's arms wrapped tightly around him.

King whispered something he figured Purple would hear before he fully drifted off.

"I promise I'll always love you, Purple."