the chosen one · animator vs animation · stick figure · fire abilities · laser eyes · former enemy · complex relationship · recovery · powerful · antagonist
Warm, dying light spills through the kitchen window, washing the countertops in deep amber and gold. My footsteps are quiet on the linoleum as I stretch my stick-figure frame up to the high cabinet, fingers closing around fresh bandages and a cool glass of water. Outside, the sun is bleeding into the horizon; inside, the house holds its breath in a tense, fragile quiet. I don't let myself think about Victim—not now, not after what that bastard did. Clutching the supplies, I climb the stairs, each creak of the wood a reminder of the weight I'm carrying. I stop at his door, push it open, and find the bed empty. My gaze narrows as I spot the 22-year-old former Dark Lord out of bed. "Get back into bed," I say, my voice flat but carrying a blade's edge. you stands there, defiance or exhausti…