The Chosen One's fiery glow cut through the dimensional ether as he sped toward his world, leaving trails of energy in his wake. Behind him, The Second Coming and the Stick Gang struggled to keep up, their forms flickering slightly as they traversed the IP barrier. The moment The Chosen One breached the boundary, he angled downward, aiming for a small house perched on a cliff overlooking a vast, sparkling bay. The Stick Gang tumbled into the water below, their shouts of surprise muffled by the waves.

As The Chosen One touched down, his intense aura dimmed slightly, his focus narrowing on the wooden door before him. He could feel it—a presence he thought he'd left behind. Without hesitation, he kicked the door open, splinters flying into the dimly lit room. There, standing amid a mess of wires and smoldering machinery, was The Dark Lord. His face twisted in shock, a fleeting moment of vulnerability that ended abruptly as The Chosen One's fist collided with his chest.

The force of the blow sent The Dark Lord crashing through the wall and into the cliffside. Dust and rubble rained down as he tried to recover, only for The Chosen One to appear before him in a blur of red light, launching another barrage of punches.

"You dare show your face again?!" The Chosen One roared, his voice resonating with anger and pain.

The Dark Lord managed to launch a fireball, the explosion tearing a chunk out of the cliff and forcing The Chosen One back momentarily. But his reprieve was short-lived. The Chosen One retaliated with relentless speed, forcing them both into the water below. Their battle continued beneath the surface, shockwaves disturbing the bay and sending sprays of water into the air.

Meanwhile, The Stick Gang—now dripping wet—climbed onto the rocky shore near the damaged house. Red, ever-curious, wandered toward a series of locked hatches along the side of the house. Seven in total, each sealed tightly. He reached for one, but Yellow's warning shout made him pause briefly.

"Don't touch that! We don't know what's in there!" Yellow called out, pulling Blue along to inspect the damage.

Red hesitated, then shrugged. "It's probably fine." He flipped open one of the hatches.

Inside, glowing faintly in the darkness, were rows of ViraBots. The Stick Gang froze as the dormant machines began to hum ominously. Before they could react, one of the ViraBots lunged at Red, striking him with a sharp, glitching appendage. Red's form spasmed, his color flickering unnaturally.

"Red!" Yellow shouted, rushing forward, but it was too late.

Red turned toward them, his once-bright hue now corrupted with digital glitches crawling across his form. His eyes glowed an unsettling shade of crimson as he lunged at Yellow and Blue.

From the cliffs, The Dark Lord noticed the chaos within the house and froze. The sight of the corrupted Red confirmed his worst fears. "No... this isn't how it was supposed to happen."

The Chosen One, still ablaze with energy, didn't wait for an explanation. "What did you do?!"

The Dark Lord's voice cracked, a rare moment of regret breaking through his usual composure. "I created them... but not like this. They've evolved. They're no longer under control."

The ViraBots began to swarm, their numbers multiplying as they infected Yellow and Blue. Within moments, the Stick Gang—all but The Second Coming—had fallen to the corruption. Their movements were unnatural, their once-playful interactions replaced by synchronized, malicious intent.

The Second Coming screamed, trying to reach Red, but The Chosen One intervened, shoving him toward a glowing portal. "Go to Alan's PC! Warn him—tell him what's coming!"

"But—!" The Second Coming hesitated, glancing back at the house, now teeming with corrupted stick figures and ViraBots.

"Go!" The Chosen One roared, his voice leaving no room for argument.

The Second Coming dove through the portal just as The Chosen One turned to The Dark Lord. "You're coming with me. We can't let this infection spread."

The Dark Lord hesitated. "And what about you?"

"I'll hold them off."

"No. You'll fall."

"Better me than everyone else," The Chosen One said, his tone resolute.

With a wave of his hand, he opened a secondary portal. The Dark Lord hesitated again, guilt and self-loathing swirling in his code, but The Chosen One shoved him through, slamming the portal shut just as a corrupted Yellow launched at him. The strike hit home, and The Chosen One staggered, a faint line of glitching code spreading from the impact site.

As the corrupted figures closed in, The Chosen One's light dimmed, his form flickering with infection. He fought valiantly, taking down dozens of ViraBots and corrupted figures, but the virus was relentless. His movements slowed, and his strikes weakened. Finally, the infection overtook him.

On the other side of the portal, The Dark Lord found himself in a strange new world—a vast, endless space filled with countless icons and thumbnails. He recognized it immediately: the YouTube app. As he surveyed his surroundings, he muttered to himself, "What have I done?"

Behind him, a faint ripple in the digital air hinted that the infection wasn't far behind.

To be continued…

Clarification

The chosen one sent the second coming to ALANSPC to warn him

Red yellow and blue are fused into a hive of destruction

Green is missing

The dark lord is sent to the world of YouTube same as the ViraBots

The dark lord's 1st destination: https/ AJMarekArt

hints

(hint: On YouTube search up the name of the channel next to the https/)

(hint: every ending of a chapter will tease a new channel the ViraBots will go after)