Yknow what I want actually? I want The Dark Lord to win. Completely.
Meaning he absorbs literally fucking everyone, becomes the strongest being in the outernet, whatever it is he thinks he needs to do not to be betrayed or discarded again. Because the one unfortunate side effect of making everyone else into you happens to be that once it’s done, you only have yourself for company. And the one thing Dark doesn’t want is to be alone.
At first, maybe he tries to keep The Chosen One around, renamed out of spite towards the very mission that gave him the idea for world domination. But it’s only a matter of time before he slips up, and this time the hands reaching for Cho’s throat aren’t just red, but grey and yellow and blue and black and green and white and pink and brown and purple and too many to keep up with because he’s Everyone now, and he can’t stop in time to prevent a new piece of himself from stepping out of the machine.
I want that mf begging people *coughcoughChoandlikemaybebutprobablynotH4ck* to just be conscious again, to punch him in the face or talk to him or even just straight up give him a death glare every once in a while, anything that isn’t just him talking to himself.
Then begging The Second Coming to wake them up.
The Second Coming, who’s drained and barely awake from reviving so many people.
The Second Coming, who can’t do shit anyway without others’ hope or love.
Then realizing there’s only one other person who might be able to undo what Dark has done, but Dark swore he’d never crawl back to Him.
I want him possessing random sticks in the city and staging conversations between them, then recoiling and never doing it again because it felt wrong, why the fuck did it feel wrong, he’s used sticks to kill their loved ones without flinching!
I want him to cry in relief when, after so long, Cho finally talks to him again, only to scream as the realization dawns in him that Cho’s responses perfectly fit the conversation Dark pieced together in his head, the one he’d crafted with such desperate longing that apparently he’d demanded it without even issuing an order.
I want him stuck in a landscape that never changes, too quiet, too stagnant, too empty for its lone occupant to enjoy the peace he’d been told came with silence.
And when he finally caves, because he always knew he would cave eventually, The Dark Lord can’t coerce Alan into fixing things. It’s been too long since he’s seen another stick figure for Alan to believe anyone can be spared as he’s told they will be if he runs the conspicuously innocent pre-written command through JavaScript.*
But what the hell, Dark hasn’t got much left to lose, has he? He’s supposed to be on top of the world, but he’s just stomped himself into the gutters. So he tells the truth. He’s powerless. He’s fucking powerless, is that what the cursor needs to hear? He won. He fucked up. And he can’t undo it.
And somehow, Dark is more successful than The Dark Lord ever was at making Alan see him.
And then everyone comes back and they remove the mission code and Cho and Dark give up their powers and polyrocket is finally reunited and Sonic the Hedgehog is there and they all live happily ever after because I say so
*i dont code idk how this works please dont come after me for this
a lil thing from my drafts! For context: It’s set right after the Showdown, from Dark’s pov. I don’t actually know how to code please don’t come after me for the bits of code in here if they’re inaccurate
TW verrry slight mention of gore. Not really substantial, but putting that there just in case!
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BA BAM!!! Redraw of one of the first fanarts I did for HLVRV! Just a little over two years in this funky fandom and still enjoying it thoroughly hehehehe (:
Below the cut is a side-by-side with the original piece!
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