#c!alan

[lily-clouds]

A complicated question, isn't?

who is the main villain in AvA

Alan

Victim

Chosen

Dark

Voting ended onAug 8, 2025

[i3utterflyeffect]

also. unfortunately alan immediately discovers that yellow is blind

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[d8tl55c]

chosen watches the Cursor fly away. this time, it doesn't disappear at the top of... whatever must have happened during the fight. maybe from His perspective, the window was very small. that would explain the scale... and anyway, now, it must be fullscreen.

can ALAN see the whole world from out there?

the Cursor flies up, up, up, up, up and away to the little hole chosen poked in the IP address shell. hopefully ALAN won't be mad about that.

little colorful dots climb off of the Cursor, and hop back through the Wi-Fi tunnel.

then the Cursor starts to get bigger. whuh?

no, wait, it's getting closer.

shit. is He mad?????

chosen watches it fly back down, with that strange halting acceleration. going, going, GOING, and slow slow slowing. it takes only three swipes to return to sea level.

the Cursor hovers next to them. they feel themself being watched, but this time they can't watch back; only infer His perspective, from the angle of ALAN's sole limb in the digital world.

they can't help but turn to look where ALAN sees from anyway. empty air. creepy. but turning again, they see the Cursor wiggling gently. a little wave. disturbingly cute.

ALAN scoots the Cursor upward. brings it down. up, and down. up. up?

it takes a second to translate. of course, they can't hear each other, so they both have to infer from context clues.

"Do you want to come with?"

before they can think, they're already shaking their head. "no," i can't.

the Cursor scoots down, hiding much of itself below the cliff they're standing on, only the tip peeking over. somehow it still translates.

sheepishly, "please?"

it could mean several other things. "why not?" or, "okay," or, "im sorry." it could be another invitation to step on, and return to that sanctuary (PRISON PRISON PRISON PRISON PRISON PRISON) over the clouds. chosen doesn't know. they shake their head.

they shake their head, quick, several times.

they refuse it all.

they turn away from ALAN, and jump into the air, arms splayed in a maneuver they've done thousands of times before.

the fire doesn't catch right in their hands. it sputters, blasts too hard on one and not the other, and then shuts off completely.

they've been stupid, just now, and overestimated themself.

they're going to hit the water spinning out of control.

.

and then, they're not.

the Cursor has them by the back.

fear shoots through exhausted limbs. it flows, as it always does, from their core to their head to their fingers, and this time they...

...let it wash through them. excess stress chemicals stopper and fade. nothing is left behind.

the Cursor sets them so, so gently on their feet. they want to crumple and take a nap right now in the dirt, but they desperately don't want to offend His kindness.

still, their body is not cooperative at present, and it loses it for just enough time to trip their balance.

the Cursor is there again for them to lean on.

chosen is blindsided by anger.

why is He still here? shouldn't He be playing with His new pets??

chosen pushes off from the Cursor, hard, so they land a short distance away at the edge of the cliff ledge. they sit in the dirt, pull their knees in tight, and refuse to look at it any more.

waves sploosh against the rocks, one after the other.

the bay is a relatively calm offshoot of the local sea. too rough for normal swimmers; the perfect private spot for a pair of HI-PWR hollowheads.

green flashbangs fire in their memory. they squeeze their eyes shut, then open them, afraid of seeing something worse left alone with their imagination.

one after the other, waves sploosh against the rocks.

chosen peeks over their shoulder.

the Cursor is still there.

it doesn't fit into the landscape at all. it hovers with a distinct anxiety, too nervous to move a single pixel, yet aching to do something. as chosen looks back, it shifts a little closer- then quickly moves back to its original spot. the picture of, "nonthreatening." on another day, chosen would laugh at it.

they wave their hand in a repetitive motion. "shoo! go home."

the Cursor returns to peeking over the top of the ledge. it doesn't budge.

"GO HOME!" chosen gestures more sharply at the sky to the tunnel that leads to that place where no one would know where they'd gone and they might be (not not not not not not) safe. they feel nothing.

then He does something different. it's the same up, down, up, down gesture, but this time at an angle. chosen traces it along the cliffside, right to... the top. it's-

He's offering a ride to the top.

not all the way up to His domain.

just a lift to stable ground.

just to help.

a little nothing something.

just for them.

all thoughts leave their brain.

whatever this is, is

unfathomable.

they nod, once, outside of themself. why not?

the Cursor darts to attention- remembers itself- and moves in, slowly.

chosen gathers enough wits to stop it before it can click their back again.

to their relief, it complies.

they climb aboard its upper slope.

each movement is precisely calculated to hide signs of weakness.

it's warm to the touch on the black surfaces, like a rock under the sun. it's............

... nice.

when they're settled, ALAN moves the Cursor up the slightest bit - maybe ten pixels. "Ready?"

the way He treats them like such a fragile thing is starting to feel weird.

chosen grips the Cursor and spits a small burst of fire towards the loose rocks. "get a move on!"

and so, He does. He pilots the Cursor (smoothly, carefully) up over the cliff, then down, settling it as close to the grass as it can go without touching.

chosen slides off the slope.

the Cursor recoils back into the air. it hangs there, motionless, anxious again.

or maybe they're projecting.

whatever.

waves sploosh against the rocks, far below, quieter now. it's so quiet away from the trees. exposed. they should probably get out of here.

chosen stands on the cliffside.

the Cursor hovers in the air.

...

their peripheral vision detects it rapidly changing shape, and draws their head to follow the motion.

the Cursor is flipping between different Flash tools; Box, Hand, Line, Transform. it stops at, Text.

then ALAN types something into a floating text box.

[Im sorry]

so that is what he was trying to say earlier.

or maybe it wasn't, and this is only what he's trying to say, now.

or maybe

maybe chosen is far too tired for any of this.

they're tired, and they hurt, everywhere, and of course dark had to be late to lunch AGAIN for his stupid fucking secret surprise project, so chosen had to go fetch him, and now-

-is that-?

they reach up, and pluck ALAN's apology out of the sky.

the Cursor twitches, but doesn't intervene, as they tear it into its individual charset characters, piece by piece, and lay them in the grass.

when they're finished, they pick up the 's,' and stuff it in their mouth.

it's Times New fucking Roman.

a shot of savoury-sweet explodes on their tongue in singular taste, the way only charset can.

they eat both 'r's and the 'o' before slowing down.

the 'm' and 'I' are fine, but it's the 'y' that gives them pause.

they snap off its tail, and are left with a 'v.' TNR is nicely modular like that.

the 'v,' they hold up to ALAN (still lurking overhead).

the Cursor wiggles incomprehensibly.

chosen waves the 'v,' pointing at it for extra emphasis.

He scrolls back to the Text Tool, and chosen nods.

He summons a second 'v.'

chosen grabs it. now they have two 'v's: this is the moment of truth.

chosen holds up both of them, one next to the other, so they look like a-

ALAN types a 'w' into the text box.

chosen nods rapidly!

they toss the 'v's to the side.

then, they gesture at the 'w' - without taking it - and widen their hands, vertically.

it's quiet while ALAN thinks, in that unknown dimension outside of the screen.

He deletes the 'w,' and types a 'W' - and not just one, either. He summons a whole mess of them, overflowing onto several new lines of the text box!

chosen leaps at the wall of charset as though afraid it's a mirage. they crash through, landing in a pile of the things, and seize a 'W' from the air.

they bite from the left-hand leg where the ascender is thickest.

it's unspeakably delicious. it's been too long since they've had their favorite food. they've had a terrible morning, and a horrible afternoon, and it's all over and done with and noo- and ALAN brought them TNR again-

right now, He's copying ever more 'W's, pasting batches in the text box and chipping them off with the Cursor. it looks like manufacturing hard candy. chosen wants to laugh again.

they also want to cry, really, really hard.

later.

chosen chews their 'W' and hopes pathetic weeping isn't rendered on ALAN's screen.

and the Cursor works away, chipping, chipping, chipping, until a real pile forms in the clearing by the cliff over the bay.

...

eventually, the authorities will rise from their asses and come investigate the source of the explosion. the burnt trench leading directly from the brand new caldera to this cliffside, where a conspicuous amount charset is piled would be a dead giveaway of something going on. chosen will stash it somewhere under the trees or something, later. they don't care right now.

ALAN does.

[Will you be okay?]

it's odd.

chosen plucks out the extra 'W,' tosses it in their pile, and simply knocks down the rest so only, [okay] remains.

the Cursor sways gently. He deletes his message, then re-types, [okay.]

...

[If you need anything you can use The]- He halts, and carefully deletes the capital T.

[you can use the console again. To reach me.]

chosen nods, not knowing how.

[okay]

...

there's nothing left to say.

ALAN switches back to the Cursor.

chosen stands up from the grass.

He moves to leave.

they stay still.

He moves a little further, then stops.

wiggles.

waving goodbye.

waiting for their response.

what a strange creature.

chosen waves back, this time. so He'll go away.

[nkgrimmie]

something i like to imagine sometimes is that alan's creations are... him, in a way. tiny little shards of a full person that broke off in creation, giving them life. breathing life into them.

and despite that, they still have individuality. they're their own people, their personalities starting out were just akin to small little facets in alan's mind.

but the little pieces taken from him were so small, that there was no change. Like dipping an empty glass into an ocean. The amount taken isn't enough to really damage the ocean.

this kind of ties into my headcanon of humans being outer eldritch gods compared to sticks, so different and vast compared to them. so distant and far that in a lot of cases, humans don't even realize that sticks are people too. alan's just a special case cause he realized. anyways thank you for listening :3

[ari-tan]

i'm honestly very surprised nobody has done an animatic/edit of AvA and "die your daughter" by Susannah Joffe because GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD IT COULD WORK WOULD VICTIM, TCO, AND TDL'S RELATIONSHIP W/ C!ALAN.

(ramblings under the cut. i might be completely mischaracterizing them but hey, it's fan content, none of this is canon and I sure asf am NOT making the animatic)

THE ACKNOWLEDGMENT THAT THEY ARE ALAN'S CREATIONS AND THE UNDERLYING RESENTMENT UNDERNEATH IT IS SO WELL REPRESENTED IN THIS SONG

"burn me down it's not in my hands now" & "quit fucking around no time to kill" if that isn't a reference to teen alan fucking up victim, tco & tdl (hence "burn me down") as he's "fucking around" and how they essentially didn't have any control over their situation ('it's not in my hands now'). maybe some element of begging him to stop in "no time to kill", too?

"i'll stick around if you will" i'd like to think this is tco tentatively making peace about his and alan's relationship and referencing some kind of fragile olive branch between them. kinda like an unsteady peace treaty? idk, I think it's a "I'll try to get along w/ you if you don't attempt to (ruin my PC or hurt my sticks/attempt to enslave me again" type of deal. on a more simpler explanation of this line: literally tsc deciding to stick around on the PC despite being subjected to similar shit, and is the only stickman that c!Alan didn't completely fuck up.

and "getting old looks good on you but god someone make it stop"????? hello, are we ignoring the fact that alan became a better person once he gained some maturity + was given a reality slap by second???? this lyric is so giving "I know you've become a better person but god I don't want to see it. not after everything you've done. it was easier to think of you as a monster" (whether or not this is tco, tdl, or victim saying it, it's like a resentful older sibling that had to deal with the brunt of the abuse looking at the father who changed for the better fdshjhdbgfdhj)

"nature will run it's course and i'm left to pawn you off" honestly I think this was the hardest lyric for me to mush into the hollowhead-c!alan relationship lore but if I could stretch it a teeny bit, I like to think it's about how they'll have to (by that I mean unwillingly) come and accept that c!alan has changed for the better, and now they don't know what to do with the c!alan they've been haunted by all their lives. therefore, "nature will run it's course -> passage of time leading to personal change & growth" and "I'm left to pawn you off -> what the hell am I supposed to do with the monstrous alan I've known all my life now?"

"i will die your daughter (son/creation/toy)" pretty self-explanatory lmao. but if I had to dive deeper beyond "b/c c!alan literally created them": the trauma c! alan imparted onto them will have an impact on them for the rest of their lives. all three of them were molded by what he did to them, and like any abused child, these actions will be remembered by them. their hurt is a dirty mark on their psyche.

examples of that are shown fairly regularly, but I'll just list some of the more obvious ones:

victim's ptsd with anything cursor-shaped is very self-explanatory

you cannot convince me tco and tdl's terrorism wasn't some form of regaining control over their lives/lashing out against other people in a cycle of abuse type situation

anyway rambling over GOD why have i gone insane over stickfigures fuck you alan becker these guys were supposed to be silly billy's why the hell are there cycle of abuse and grappling with trauma themes in tthe silly little web series.

[i3utterflyeffect]

i spent 5+ hours trying to glaze this dumb joke about if dark survived in stick!alan au. anyway my vision when i was talking about this last night

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[lily-clouds]

I just realized after seeing a @domasuita post that chosen might not be immortal anymore.

Let me explain.

We have seen that no hollow (whit the exepcion of victim, we'll come to that later) can die, we see it in second and chosen in AvA 9 (and AvA 4 for Second) and Dark in AvA 9 to 12.

But Chosen has always been an interesting being towards dead at least in my point of view. Beacuse when the virabot charge to kill him in AvA 6 it's blades didn't seem to affect him at all, even after being staved multiple times which in that moment lead me to believe two things.

A) While making the virabot code Dark make sure it would not affect neither him or chosen (which has some serious angst potencial.)

Or B) The hollows are immortal.

Whit the former, im saying its just them and no all hollows because we see dark trying to hurt second whit it and even if it didn't work in the end, we see how the virablade left red marks on Second like scars and deep cuts.

This would also explain why Dark commanded the Virabots to leave towards the internet and diferent web pages, because he knew they wouldn't have the power to hurt Chosen.

But now whit AvA 12 and the discover that Dark is alive the last is more likely to be real but what's left to know is if the immortality cames from the fact that they are hollows or their names.

As i said before Victim is the only one who had been canonically dead, a lot of times and whit diferent methods for the record.

And that brings the question. It was beacuse of her name or it was Alan, a literal god in their world, the one committing the murder?

If it was the name that would mean that The Chosen One lost his eternal life privilege making him more vulnerable than ever. Ready to finally die.

Dang that text was dark (lol) and long

[lily-clouds]

Green from the kitchen: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Alan: what the heck

Red: green has arachnophobia

Green: DON'T YOU!? SPIDERS TRY TO KILL US. TWICE!

Yellow: Purple try to kill us twice and i don't see you screaming at them

Green: shut up