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[hey, Yellow?]
The cursor tapped Yellow lightly on the head, gesturing to a text box. She looked up from her laptop, her fingers stalling on the keys.
“Yeah? Do you need something?” Yellow responded. “Oh, wait- hey, Orange?”
Orange looked up from the other side of the couch. “What is it Yellow?”
She tilted his head up to motion at the cursor. Orange cocked his head curiously, before understanding what Yellow was implying. “Right! I’ll translate!”
Orange waved at Alan, text popping up next to his head that repeated Yellow’s question.
[i was just wondering about your laptop]
Yellow raised an eyebrow. “What about it?”
The cursor shifted side to side a bit, as if deliberating.
[well]
[hmm]
[it feels kinda weird to see you using one]
“...Why?” Yellow asked, incredulous. Orange also looked confused as he translated, and the two sticks shared a look.
Yellow had been using this computer for ages. Ever since she started developing an interest in technology and the ways they could be used, she’d been researching and testing and working, all on this laptop. Did Alan not notice that?
[i mean. you’re using a computer.]
“Yeah???”
[but you’re IN a computer.]
“Yeah? I don’t get-” Yellow cut herself off suddenly. She frowned, deep in thought.
“Uh… you don’t get what, Yellow?” Orange asked, the text from the last translation still floating beside his head. He waved in front of Yellow’s face, trying to get her attention.
Yellow snapped her head up suddenly. “No, it has to be different, right?”
“What?” Orange asked, caught off guard.
“Tell Alan that it’s different.”
“Okay???” Orange did that, the text popping up with a few question marks in parentheses next to them.
[is it? can you open tabs and use a browser and go to websites and stuff like that?]
Yellow opened her mouth. Then closed it. She looked down at his computer, the [word thing] still blinking unassumingly in the half-written word document she was working in.
If they were in a computer, and they could use computers in the exact same way Alan could…
[do you use a cursor to click on things?]
Yellow slowly moved the mouse. The cursor on the screen moved along with it. Orange and Yellow looked at each other with wide eyes, [something] dropping.
[...guys? you gonna say somehting?]
They paid Alan no mind as Yellow moved her own cursor to the mspaint she had downloaded on the laptop and dragged her cursor across the screen, beginning to draw.
“Guys, I brough- what the heck happened here?”
Purple walked through the nether portal onto the PC, stepping back to witness the utterly wrecked state it was in.
Broken tab headings littered the ground, still-burning files floated aimlessly around, the only semblance of composure was a blank google tab pulled up in the middle of the screen.
There was a scraping sound on the ground, and Purple looked down, startling and jolting back when she saw a very beat-up Red dragging himself towards her with a broken-off tab header.
“Yellow… she’s gone mad…” He coughed dramatically, grabbing Purple’s pants and pulling her closer.
“Uh…” Purple grimaced, holding her bag away from Red. “What do you mean?”
Red suddenly surged up, clutching Purple’s shoulders and locking her in a wild-eyed stare. “Keep it away from her! We were barely able to stop her, if you mess something up we could all-”
He cut off, collapsing to the ground with a pained cry. Purple yelped, dropping to her knees to look over her friend.
“Red! Are you okay, what-” She was stopped by a loud hush from Red, and he put a finger to her mouth to shut her up. He closed his eyes and made dramatic dying sounds, covering his face with his hands.
“Avenge… me…” Red whispered, and then finally fell silent on the ground.
Purple stared at Red, expression completely blank. Eventually, she set her bag down and put a hand on her friend’s chest, a solemn expression on her face.
“I swear I will avenge you. …Whatever it is you need avenging for,” Purple vowed, clutching her fists with passion.
She stood up, grabbing her bag and dusting off her pants. She paused before setting off, looking back at Red. “Wait, but is something seriously going on with Yellow?”
Red opened his eyes, not moving from his spot on the floor. “Ehh, there was but I’m pretty sure we fixed it. Everyone’s over in sticksfight.com just so you know.”
“Thanks man.”
“No problem,” Red flashed Purple a thumbs up, then went back to being dead on the ground. Purple nodded, heading over to the open browser tab.
She peeked around the front of the tabs, and seeing no immediate explosions decided it was safe enough to enter. She hopped up onto the browser and switched to the sticksfight website, opening the little side entrance of the Color Gang’s home.
“Uh… hey guys. Everything good?” Purple asked, awkwardly. Everyone looked up from their scattered places on the ground, their chests heaving from effort.
Orange waved from his place on top of Yellow, where he had her pinned with her hands behind her back. “Purple! Good to see you!”
Green floundered around on the ground (he was pinned by a couple of fallen bookshelves) and pivoted to look at Purple, winking and shooting finger guns at her. “‘Sup Purple, howsi- OW!” He hissed as a book toppled from its precarious place at the top of one of the upright bookshelves, smacking him on the head.
Ignoring him, Purple waved at Blue who gave her a warm smile from a side door at the top of the stairs, where he held a morning star in full attack position. “Nice to see you! What brings you here?”
Purple rubbed her neck, holding her bag at her side as she stepped in and closed the entrance gently with her foot. “I uh… I saw Red earlier and he sent me here. What’s Yellow’s problem?”
Yellow took that exact moment to kick Orange in the head. Orange recovered quickly and re-pinned her, but not before Yellow was able to run a few feet towards a broken pile of circuits that (presumably) used to be her laptop.
“Please Orange, you don’t understand! We could be gods!” Yellow pleaded, squirming to try and escape Orange’s grasp.
“NO Yellow, we can’t! This power is too much for any of us to hold!” Orange yelled back, holding Yellow tighter. “Come back to the light!”
“Just let me finish the drawing! I have to know! The potential! The power! Why would we be given this power if we couldn’t use it?!”
Purple sidled up the stairs to stand next to Blue, watching Yellow rant and try uselessly to escape. “What is she talking about?” She asked Blue, keeping her voice at a low mutter.
“I’m not entirely sure, but Orange broke Yellow’s computer and Yellow started raving about being gods of our own plane of existence, so I think she’s finally lost it.” Blue whispered back, cupping his hand around his mouth.
“I didn’t think she had anything left to lose,” Purple commented.
“Well, you’re not wrong about that.” Blue observed Orange and Yellow wrestle for a bit, before opening his mouth and leaning in to talk to Purple again. “Why’d you come?”
“I- oh yeah! I’m not sure if this is the beeeeest time for it, but…” Purple shuffled around in her bag, carefully maneuvering down the stairs and stepping over Green, who was still stuck under the bookshelf. She walked up to Yellow and Orange, an awkward grin on her face.
“I heard it was your birthday a few days ago, so I got you this,” Purple said, pulling out a small drawing tablet and offering it to Orange.
Orange paused, giving Purple a slightly stunned look. “Oh. Thank you.” He cautiously let Yellow go, and accepted the gift, turning it over in wonder. He looked like he’d never seen anything like it before, and the delight on his face made Purple extremely relieved about her choice of gift.
Purple turned to look at Yellow, who was sat hunched over the sad trashed pile of scraps that used to be her laptop. “Uh. And I’m pretty sure you said the birthday you chose was really close to Orange’s, so I got you this?”
Yellow looked up from her broken laptop with tears in her eyes and immediately brightened when she saw Purple hold out a brand-new state of the art laptop.
The rest of the color gang looked on in horror. Orange screamed, rushing forwards as Yellow reached out to take it.
“YELLOW, NO!”
Alan’s cursor drifted down from the top of the PC, somehow managing to look extremely concerned. Alan gave the vibe of someone who desperately wished they’d never gotten out of bed that morning, and he was completely right to feel as such.
He stood up from his chair and walked away from the PC. Hopefully his idiot children would fix all this themselves and forget about it tomorrow.