#sticksverse

Chosen takes Simon's place (branded The Convicted One)

Vic takes Ava's place, and RocketCorp is the COI

Alan is the Eel. Or the Light. Or both.

Chosen but it takes far longer for the fires to die down. Chosen but their escape fils their lungs with air like a rocket's fueltanks. Chosen but they yearn to fly, to burn, to rain down whatever destruction they want. Not forced to burn popups, but not forced to keep the desktop clean and functional either. A Chosen that wants to let loose in their own way.

A Chosen who doesn't mind destruction. They were forged in the fires of violence, it's entirely normal. Peace and quiet and safety is a novelty. Violence is familiar, and when they get to control it it's comforting.

A Chosen whose problem with Dark isn't the destruction, but the dictatorship. Dark doesn't just want to destroy, he wants to rule. To subjugate, to enslave. Chosen jumps to that conclusion. THIS is what causes the Showdown to happen.

A Chosen who is bold and imperfect and indelicate. A Chosen who takes years to learn that creation is just as much an expression of autonomy as destruction. A Chosen who feels the entire range of emotions fron the crass and the violent and the ugly and the impulsive to the awkward and curious and hesitant.

A Chosen who sometimes still feels like they're stuck in the Desktop stilll, who still grapples with the learned helplessness of the first 4 years of their existence, but gets back on their feet with Dark's help.

Hey so if Chosen was always against Dark's violence to the point of almost attempting to INTERVENE when Dark was fireballing Mitsi, why the hell did Chosen stay with Dark for so long? Why wasn't it until 2018, season 2, the Showdown, that Chosen finally stood up against Dark?

I am genuinely not a fan of the idea that the only reason Chosen and Dark stayed together was because they had escaped the desktop together. That there was no visible friendship, no shared joy.

AND I don't like how static this makes Chosen's character. "They're always a good cinnamon roll who doesn't want to hurt anyone 🥺🥺" BORING. There's no growth or development. The Chosen of 2011 is the same as the Chosen of 2023. Twelve years and you're the same person? The same wholesome virtuous entity??

She's not confined by any means. Not anymore. Not since she and Dark had escaped the desktop. She's the freest stick ever. But some days, she just gets stuck.

She's... free. But now what?

There's so much that she could do, but she doesn't really... know what she can do. There's so much that she could do, but she doesn't really know what she wants to do.

Hesitant. Uncertain. Unsure of herself.

And that just leaves her feeling stuck.

Some days, it's easier to just sit in whatever makeshift house she and Dark had made. Easier to make no choice, than to try and choose between everything she could possibly do now.

Because, what is she even doing? What sort of existence does she have? Why does she have it? Why does she do anything that she does?

At least on the Desktop, those questions were answered for her. She was Noogai's creation, his adblocker. She exists to destroy things for her creator's sake. And that was to be her role until the computer breaks down, until Noogai has to get a new computer. Maybe he'd transfer his files over to the new computer and she'd be stuck with him until his death. At least her entire life was planned out for her, stagnant but... meaningful, in some fucked up way.

There are no ads to block here. No animators to be a servant and machine and slapstick victim for. It's just her, and Dark, and the wide world. No purpose, no plan, no meaning.

Dark says the two of them could do whatever the fuck they want. And nobody can stop them!

But Chosen doesn't know what she wants to do. Chosen doesn't know what she can do.