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Victim's time with Noogai wasn't too bad; he realized that he's sentient and made an effort to spend time with him despite being super busy. Noogai would create firearms, and Victim in return would test them out. They would also playfully spar, and the Victim hardly ever wins, but it was fun. Noogai would praise him as he interpreted the movement of the cursor before bidding a goodbye.
Noogai treated him like a friend, and Victim enjoyed the attention he received from his Father and Creator. He also hung out with his PC. But one day, he just didn't return. He attempted to go back to the PC many times and tracked the IP address, but he can't find it; he can't locate his creator much to his dismay.
To make matters worse, he found himself getting deleted and whenever he remembered it he felt like he was reeling physically as if it had just happened yesterday. Victim quickly jumped into the outernet, figured out how it worked, and built an organization that raked in millions each year. Essentially, he became wealthy and established a village called StickCity.
Though he had everything, even after all these years, he hasn't forgotten his creator and constantly wonders why he was abandoned and deleted. His sadness and anger was the reason why he seeks him out, find his whereabouts and demands an answer. Vic sighs and holds the picture of the cursor that was on his desk, he got it from his memories on the memory scanner.
Father…
Why did you leave me?
Wasn't he good enough? Maybe he just didn't try hard enough?
Why did he abandon him? Did he do something wrong? Did he offend him?
Does he disappoint him? Did he not need him anymore?
He'll do anything that his creator would ask him…Even kneeling in front of him.
Is it too much to ask for a little love and attention?
Why…
Why…
Creator…
“Boss…” Agent raps the door, snapping Vic from his thoughts. He shakes his head and looks at his subordinate and friend.
“Hmm?”
Agent enters and when he sat across from Vic he clears his throat “We found something that might interest you.” He starts..
“Oh, what is it?” That made Vic frowns and gestures at Agent to show what they have found out. In the footage, seven stick figures, appearing to be a family, are seen wandering around. It seems that the dark purple stick figure wearing glasses is a newcomer in town. He was gazing at his family with warmth and affection, while the kids were obviously thrilled, bouncing around, holding his hands, and almost pulling him along for a tour of the city.
Why does he feel so familiar…
Why does his chest ache.
Then there's the famous Chosen One, the famous stick who has the power of ice and fire and the Dark Lord who's a genius who created virabots to do his bidding. They're trying to blend in the crowd, eyes wide alert and searching for any danger, ready to pounce.
Agent reported “According to my assistant, the dark purple stick doesn't register to our database and doesn't have any existing records which is strange.” He pauses then continues. “But we dug deeper and found out he goes by the name Becker. We may also have come to the conclusion that he could be one of the humans using the NerveGear VR helmet.”
Vic puts his chin on the top of his palms thinking, Ah… humans and their continuous advancement on technology. How fascinating, transferring one's consciousness on the digital realm. If Vic manages to get his hands on that gadget or its blueprint, he could likely use it to pull his creator into this world, and once he has him, he won't let go.
With the new plans in mind he stares at Agent “Huh..Increase the surveillance on them and put a tracker if possible. I want every detail on this family, especially that dark purple stick he's awfully familiar.” Victim orders.
“You got it Boss.” Agent nods and proceeds to do what Victim asks. He made sure to trail them without raising any suspicion from any of the sticks.
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Yellow has been working non-stop for three days, his blood is probably made up of coffee at this point. Dark had to threaten him to take a rest or else he'll tranquilize him, but Yellow opted to ignore the threat and just hide from them. Since he's really close to finishing a program that will connect Alan's consciousness to the avatar they created, allowing their creator to finally interact with them. And the nervegear just makes it easier for them. Yellow made sure that Alan's cursor and avatar form can freely go to outernet.
After all the hard work and countless sleepless nights, he finally made it. Alan was here, and Red, Orange, Blue, and Green all rushed to him, hugging him like there was no tomorrow.
“Guys!”
“Alan!”
“Dad!”
“Alan! You're here!”
“Creator…”
Dark and Chosen smiled as they watched the scene unfold on the floor while Alan laughed and patted the kids on their heads, happy to be with them and eager to enjoy his time with his stick kids.
Alan then embraces Dark and Cho too which they reciprocated by hugging him tight.
After that they show Alan their house, Blue’s garden, Red's pets, the barn, and all the cool stuff they've built. After that, they made their way to their favorite hangout near the cliff and enjoyed a picnic.
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Agent had always been loyal to Vic, following every instruction without question. When Vic tasked him with trailing Chosen along with those kids without telling him twice. At first he lost them through the bustling streets and Dark’s apprehension because he felt that they had been watched and he convinced his family to cut their trip short, Agent was about to put a tracker on them but they immediately entered a portal which Agent can't follow so he let out a spew of curses before trying to find an opportunity to tail them again.
Luckily he did spot Chosen a few days later, running an errand, Agent kept his distance, blending into the shadows. He followed him to the place near a cliff and hid behind the trees trying to conceal his presence and when Chosen stopped and sat on the grass, suddenly a cursor popped out from the portal and Agent edged closer, straining to see them. His heart raced as he recognized the cursor, it was the cursor that Vic showed him earlier in their partnership—Vic’s creator, Noogai.
"Hey Alan, what brings you here? Aren't the kids with you? And why didn't you use your avatar?" Chosen asks, looking in his direction.
"Nah, I had some stuff to take care of in real life and just wasn't feeling like using the nervegear. The kids are occupied, so I figured I'd hang out with you instead," Alan types, and the cursor settles next to Chosen.
“So his name was Alan?” Agent's mind raced, he took a couple of photos while watching them talk and he carefully retraced his steps so they wouldn't notice him.
Once he got back to headquarters, he headed straight to Vic's office after printing the photos.
"Agent, judging by your expression, I take it that's good news?" Vic said with a grin.
“You won’t believe what I found out,” Agent says as he lays out the photos on his boss’s desk and Vic’s eyes widened in recognition then disbelief flickered across Vic’s face, “Father.” he said softly. A grin stretched across his face as his goal was finally within his reach after all these years of searching for him, he appears at last.