The Green Machine (SpacedOut925's fanfic)

A somewhat cringy fanfic about Green and the true origin of the fighting stick figures.

\*SHIP WARNING : Green x Purple, TCO x TDL\*

\*TW for I'm not sure what but if I figure it out I'll add it\*

Updated when the author feels like it

Pronouns for everyone:

Green: He/Him

Blue: They/He/She

Yellow: They/She/He

Red: He/Him

TSC: They/He

TCO: He/Him

TDL: He/Him

Purple: They/Them

King: He/Him

Gold: She/Her

Orchid/Pink: She/Her

Navy/RB: He/Him

This fanfic will include my OCs if I ever get there soooo

Aqua: She/Her

Lavender: She/her

Set from the perspective of Green.

Set between The King and Wanted (IDK when)

Only positive criticism

By SpacedOut925 (They/Them)

### Chapter 1

My latest composition was almost ready! I had been working on this piece for months, Hiding away in the upstairs of our website, looking up sound clips, absentmindedly tapping out the beat during dinner or playing the melody on note blocks. But now it’s done. Every beat, bing and twang sounded perfect, so perfect that I didn’t hear Blue shouting behind me.

“Green!” Blue was leaning against the second story stairs. “Take off those headphones and come eat dinner!”

“Ack, Sorry Blue.” I left my headphones on my laptop and stumbled down the stairs. I always felt bad when I made Blue mad. They were usually pretty chill, and acted like a big brother to all of us.

“Just don’t be late for dinner again.” they replied, and followed me down.

Red was sitting on the ground, legs dangling off the chrome window. He turned around, and in a sly tone, said, “Ya know, I bet he was working on his composition. You know, the one for–”

“It’s not for Purple!” I shouted.

“First of all,” Red said. “I never said anything about Puuurple. Second of all, Are you sure about that? Because the song's name is literally their name.”

My face turned as red as his. I searched through my vast library of insults for a comeback. “Well, at least I didn’t name my cow after its own meat!” I retorted. Red’s face went dark.

“OOOHH!” Yellow laughed as we walked toward them. They, of course, knew I was talking about Red’s pet cow, Beef. Beef was just one of Red’s pets. He also had a llama named Spats, two parrots named Leaf and Berry, and the life-saving pig, Reuben.

Yellow knew that that burn would sting. I had a feeling that they too had just been scolded by Blue for being late for dinner. Half the time, they were hidden away making new programs and games, or trying out their new redstone creations. The other half they were challenging us to Yo mama battles or PvP duels.

We slid into our seats at the table. Blue returned to the kitchen and checked their egg timer. In the adobe animate window above us, our other friend, The Second Coming (Second or Orange for short) high fived the cursor they’d been working with. Our friend Alan was an animator, and so was Second. They worked together to make animations all the time.

Second also acted like a big sibling to us, and was the most protective of us.  They were also the one I was closest to in the group, after everything we’d been through together. I mean, I had fought youtube with them!

There was a pop as Second said one last goodbye to Alan and hopped out of the window.

Blue approached the table with a platter full of pixely, delicious smelling food. “Baked potatoes, chicken sandwiches and side salad. There is cake in the fridge for dessert and, as always, a dish of nether wart on the table for you to–”

“Oh come on, Blue, that stuff is awful.” Yellow interrupted, disgusted.

“Yeah,” I chimed in. “It tastes like chewy pennies with the texture of a mushroom!”

“That’s because they’re fungi!” Blue shouted in protest.

Red snickered. “Ironic. Because you’re not a very fun guy!”

“Well if you would just try it–”

“I bet he grows it between his toes!”

“BURN!”

“We don’t even have toes!!!!”

The usual chatter ensued between Red, Yellow and Blue. Second, ever the pacifist, ran between the sticks.

“Come on guys, Calm down!” they frowned. “Let’s not fight at dinner.” They guided the sticks to the table before calmly taking their seat next to me.

“Never a dull moment with you four, huh?” they asked.

I chuckled as I loaded my plate. Blue’s was about 90% fungus while Red’s plate was pure salad.

After a moment of munching, Second pulled back from the table and stood up.

“So, guys, I have some news. You know how Alan is going to be visiting his parents this weekend, so I have a couple days off?”

“Yup.” Yellow said, a gleam in their eye. “PvP for three days straight!”

“Well, no, actually. I was just speaking with The Chosen One and The Dark Lord–”

Everyone flinched at the mention of Dark. His virabots had nearly destroyed Alan's computer– and us. And after that, we had been transformed into just floating bits of code! We still didn’t understand why we had come back– or why Chosen bowed down to us when we did.

“--And I know how curious you all are about the internet, so they thought that maybe they could give us a guided tour!” Second finished.

Yellow’s fork fell out of their mouth. “That's better than PvP.”

“OMIGOSH OMIGOSH OMIGOSH!” Red bounced up and down in his seat, and a curious Reuben peeked up from under the table to see what was going on, a lettuce leaf in his mouth.

“Red, you better not have been feeding Reuben under the table again!” Blue stared at Red like an enderman.

“But he’s huuunngy!” Red whined.

“That’s not an excuse!”

Second chuckled. “Pack up your stuff tonight, because we leave tomorrow.”

***End of chapter***

### Chapter 2

That night I flomfed onto my bed, stuffed full of Blue’s delicious dinner and exhausted. I had packed my inventory full of snacks, noteblocks, various other blocks (for changing the sound) and my laptop. Second had surprised me a couple of weeks ago with a guitar he drew for me that I planned on bringing along as well.

“Greeeen, help, I don’t know what to paaaaack.” Yellow dramatically collapsed at my feet.

“Snacks.” I replied. “And weapons. You never know who you might run into on the internet.”

“Maybe stuff that interests you too,” Blue joined in. “I packed a butt ton of food, and 20 stacks of nether wart.”

“Of course.”  I rolled my eyes.

In the distance, Red whined to Second, “But why can’t I bring them all?”

“Because,” Second explained. “It’s too much of a hassle to bring five pets throughout the internet. It’s a big place! You can bring one, two if it’s the parrots.”

“Fine. I’ll bring Reuben.” Red pouted. The shorter stick hugged the pig to his chest.

The cursor swooped in from above with a swoosh and placed a textbox near Second. [So remind me where you’re going again?] Alan typed. I admit, it was a strange form of communication, but it was the easiest way to understand what Alan said. After all, although we could see clearly beyond the screen to the world outside ALANSPC, the sound coming through was muffled and distorted.

Second’s form of communication was possibly weirder though. When they talked, words would appear above their head with a “pop” like speech bubbles in a comic strip. The words would be the same tangerine orange that Second was nicknamed for. Alan would read those words and talk back via the textbox.

Of course there was no need for them to talk to us in this strange manner. We simply heard the words they spoke. But the reason they had to talk to Alan like this was that he didn’t see us in the same way that we do. We saw each other's faces, our clothes, and we could hear each other when we talked. For some reason though, Alan just saw us as faceless stick figures. We were stick figures, but we had faces!

“Remember when we fought The Dark Lord with The Chosen One?” Second popped.

[Oh, there?] Alan asked.

“Yeah, apparently there’s more than just what they called ‘Bookmark Bay’. this time they’re taking us to the city!”

[Cool!]

Second peered down at the clock below the desktop. “Alright!” they called towards the sticksfight website. “Bedtime! Dark and Chosen are picking us up early tomorrow, and you don’t want to be tired during the tubeflight!

We curled up on our color coded Minecraft beds that were slightly too small. Alan turned down the brightness on his computer and Second crept into the house they had made when we first discovered Minecraft.

As I lay there, I thought about everything we’d do and see tomorrow. Maybe who we’d see as well. I knew that someone special lived in the internet.

I know that I had denied it earlier, but the song was for purple. No, I didn’t like them! ***(A/N: THIS IS A LIE)*** Still, I felt like after everything that had happened to them, they deserved a little show of appreciation.

The lyrics I had written for them glided around in my head as I drifted to sleep.

***End of Chapter***

### Chapter 3

The one thing I noticed through all the images, though, was that none of them had that comforting, familiar tangerine orange shade of my best friend. I had known Second as long as I could remember, and the only times we were apart was when me and the rest of the gang went through the nether portal and when we were fighting king orange. If dreams are jumbled memories, when was this?

***End of chapter***

### Chapter 4

I awoke with a start, glad to be free from the stressful dreams I’d had all night. Second was prodding me awake. “Wake up, sleepyhead, we’re going to be late!” they scolded. I rolled out of bed, tugged on my green hoodie, pulled on some headphones and tossed my guitar over my shoulder.

As I made my way upstairs, Yellow tossed their arm around me. “Hey, are you okay? You look tired.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I shrugged them off. Yellow sometimes seemed to have a rough exterior, but they were really nice once you got to know them.

We arrived at the second story door. After the showdown with Chosen and Dark, Chosen kept bringing a sheepish Dark over as part of his “rehabilitation”. However, he soon discovered it could be a pain to get into a computer from the outside. So, combining Dark’s knowledge of the internet and Yellow’s knowledge of the desktop, they programmed an internet portal into the sticksfight website. It used many bits and pieces of code from the animator combat tool, and the bookmark portals Dark created.

Second checked the clock. They looked at the door. They checked the clock and looked at the door again. “Hmm...No one’s here…” They put a hand on their chin. Lined up behind them, we stood there, waiting for them to do something.

“Thinkity think think.” Red blurted, then slapped a hand over his mouth. Me, Yellow and Blue turned to stare at him.

“What?” I asked, barely holding back a laugh.

“I don’t know! It just came out!” Red said, surprised at his own words.

“Shock!” Yellow shouted behind me, then proceeded to zip their lips as well. I whipped around to see what she was talking about.

Indeed, Second’s face had morphed into a state of shock, and I could see why. Faces shoved against the windows were two stick figures. One a scarlet red, one a pitch black, they had their cheeks shoved against the door.

Second rushed forward and opened the door, and the two sticks tumbled into the room with an “oof!”.

The sticks stood up, the black one rubbing his head in pain. The other harrumphed and crossed his arms.

“Chosen! Dark! There you are! I was beginning to worry!” Second said in relief.

“It’s 6:32.” Dark said, annoyed at Second’s tendency to worry.

“Exactly!” Second shouted. “You’re a whole two minutes late!”

“Whatever.” Chosen broke in. “Sorry if we surprised you, but we went a little too hard with the rocket power during the tubeflight and slammed into the wall.”

“Oh, that's okay.” I said. “You may have stopped Red here from going crazy.”

“Raa!” Red pulled his yellow headband from his inventory, tied it around his head and ran towards me. When we got split up in the nether, Red was sent to a school for monsters taught by the very demon that had once possessed him, Herobrine. For the final exam, he had been assigned to a team with a spider, skeleton and an enderman. After the fight with King Orange, he had passed his headband on to the warden that Second had befriended, but his old teammates had given him a new one to honor him.

I grabbed Red, pulled him in close and gave him a long, hard noogie.

“Ugh,” groaned Yellow. “Would you two quit being so immature so that we can go?”

“Yeah, we don’t want Second to freak out any more.” added Blue.

“Fine, fine.” I released Red and held up my hands in surrender.

I had forgotten how intimidating the IP tube could be, staring down into it. A bright light seemed to come out of it, although I knew it was just a reflection of the light in the room around it. But Chosen and Dark had become accustomed to the long, mysterious tube ride and showed no fear.

“Alright, let's go!” Said Chosen. He stood in the doorway and beckoned for us to follow. You’re gonna have to hold on to either me or dark. We don’t want you soaking wet for the ride to the city.

Red, Blue and yellow immediately clamped on to Chosen, leaving me and Second hanging on to Dark. I forgave them for not wanting to count on Dark for support. Like I said before, we were a little skittish around him.

“Alright, hang on.” sighed Dark as Second and I latched onto his arms. I shut my eyes and braced for the breakneck speeds of tubeflight.

I listened to the gentle whooshing sounds as we rode through the tube. When I finally worked up the courage to open my eyes, I saw the repeating patterns of the slightly off white walls of the tube.

Second glanced over at me. I must have had a worried look on my face, because they smiled and held out their hand. Dark scoffed. I reached out and grabbed Seconds hand, glad that I had such close friends. But as my hand touched theirs, it seemed to glitch. I reached for Blue’s hand, hugging them close, yellow and red not far behind. But the image was gone in less than a second.

I turned my attention forward as we came up on the very edge of the window that would lead us to the internet, and tightened my grip on Dark’s hand. I didn’t want to plunge into Bookmark Bay as I had done once before.

We burst through the crack in the window and soared above the bay, Chosen and Dark carrying us through the sky towards the small control house Dark had built. But as we reached it, we didn’t stop.

“Um, Dark?” I asked the hollowhead. “Where are we going?”

“To my and Chosen’s house.” he replied, not even changing his view. “What, You didn’t think we lived in that little outhouse, did you?”

We flew a few more miles, and I took this opportunity to look at the landscape. All around us there were many plains, covered in yellow-green grass. Small houses were dotted around, but in the distance, to the west I could see a towering city. Cars drove out on a long, thin road, parallel to a stretching river that turned into swampland closer to us, then expanding out into the bay. To the east, the land became less smooth and mountains rose up, becoming more pixely as they went. Then they seemed to reach a barrier, almost like the height limit in minecraft, and fizzled off.

What surprised me most was the sky. Huge, blue, and seemingly endless; a closer look revealed what appeared to be a map. The map was made up of thousands– no, millions– of small squares. Each square had something written on it, but I couldn’t make it out from far away. Based on the square for ALANSPC, I assumed it included one of those strange numbers and the name of the place.

Finally, just as my arms were starting to get tired, Chosen and dark flew us down to a lopsided house that looked like someone had stacked three windows on top of each other. They set us down outside the house and we collapsed to the ground. The sunlight seemed to be coming from everywhere in the sky, and I got the sense that even though it was just seven back on ALANSPC, It was every single time of day at once here.

It seemed as though we laid there for hours, even though I knew it was probably just seconds. Second practically fell asleep, although they fell asleep easily. Almost too easily.

When we finally got up, Dark turned to Second. “I don’t see why I had to give you a ride when you could have just flown yourself.

Second gave him an innocent, yet confused smile. “Huh?”

Dark sighed and turned towards the door. “Whatever.”

The room we entered was pretty nice. A kitchen with granite counters was to the left, and to the right was a small living room with a black couch and a tv hanging on the wall. The couch was worn, the fabric torn in places. The blanket tossed over it, the stains and many kernels of popcorn that dotted its surface suggested that many nights had been spent curled up on that couch. I thought about the faded green and yellow couch back home and wondered if Dark and Chosen valued their time on that couch as much as we did. A door labeled, “WC” was ahead of the couch. At the far end of the room there was a staircase, covered in red carpet.

As Chosen and Dark made their way up the stairs, Blue groaned. “I am TOO tired to climb up STAIRS right now.” They quickly grabbed a nether wart from their inventory, munched it and reeled themself up along the banister, followed by the rest of us, who were equally tired.

The staircase had a landing and a brown door that led to the second floor rooms before continuing up to the third floor. The second floor room seemed to be a lab of sorts, with a computer off to one side. A balcony was across the room with some sort of cannon aimed out towards the sky.

“Woah.” I marveled at the view from the balcony. The sky had never looked so huge. I wasn’t used to big open spaces like this. The desktop wasn’t small, but it wasn’t that large either. I breathed in the fresh air. Everything in this world seemed picture perfect, and in that moment, it was. I pulled out my phone to take a photo as a reference, hoping I could recreate this scene later. But when I checked the picture, it was already painted perfectly.

I wasn’t the only one marveling at the sky. The rest of the Color Gang stared out off the balcony, taking in the sights, dumbstruck and dumbfounded. Chosen came over and put his hand on my shoulder. “Quite the view, isn’t it?” I, too amazed to say anything, just nodded.

In the corner, Dark typed furiously on a laptop. If you’re a fingered stick (although I’ve never seen one) and  think it’s hard to type, Imagine what it’s like to have to move your entire hand each time you want to hit a new letter! A large, rounded bar protected in the air above the laptop, and as letters appeared in it and above it, I recognized it as the search bar.

“‘CAR’” read out Yellow. They cocked their head. “What do you need a car for?”

Dark switched to the images tab. “So we can drive to the city. Unless you want to hold on to my arm for a couple more hours as we fly you guys to the city?”

Yellow’s face turned to a look of horror. “Uh, no thanks!” They backed away. I chuckled. I didn’t know dark had a sense of humor!

Dark brought the laptop to the balcony and selected an image of a rectangular red car with trapezoid shaped windows. He tossed it onto the driveway below. “C’mon, let’s go.” he flipped off the balcony, followed by Chosen.

For most sticks, they would have two options: Go all the way back downstairs and around the house, or wait up there. Not us.

I glanced at Second. They glanced at me. We nodded in sync.

Then we jumped off the balcony with ease and hopped into the car.

We were the fighting stick figures, that was our job description! Fighting and parkour was in our code. Second had mentioned that when they’d first been drawn, as they sat patiently and observed us fight, they marveled at our skill, our persistence. But just five months later, the student had become the master, as Second easily beat us at our own game (we were going a little easy on them, though.)

Ah, sticksfight.com. Our home, our origin. I flashed back to the exact moment that second had expanded our world, the beginning of our story. We had been so surprised, we stopped fighting and crept downstairs. I was the first one to greet them, to shake their hand and welcome them to the world. But it seemed, in some way, they had welcomed us to the world as well, since I could barely remember anything before then, just hanging out with yellow blue and red, playing cards, doing stuff on our phones, sleeping on the couch. Simple enough, but fun.

As Chosen started the engine, I rolled down the window and looked out across the landscape. It looked almost familiar, but I knew I had never seen it before. I daydreamed, my eyes gently drifting closed.

***End of chapter***