#AVA TDL

[sleepylabs]

[p1ctur3]

totally not doomed duo

[outta-trouble]

is somebody gonna match my freak.

[itslilacokay]

new avm episode FUCKS!!!! it really gives us a fun look into what the hell these two were up to as well!!! i really liked this episode :3

and now heres dark and the incoming metal pipes (LOUD WARNING!!)

[ragedscaps]

What landmark would y’all like to see in the human world?

Took some time to get an idea of what I should put :/

[nonomikun]

tdl.....heheheheh

[jijjmoon]

some doodle with my new brush

AvAddiction (bit of eyestrain warning)

I used ibispaint X for like over 2 years and I finally found how to make a custom pen shape today...

[blueberry-thebiggestdarksimp]

🌕

This is sick ngl

[arrowchristian]

CHOSEN AND DARK HAVE AN EPISODE CHOSEN AND DARK HAVE AN EPISODE CHOSEN AND DAR—

HIM BUILD A HOUSE😭😭

HIS LAUGH??? 11/10, completely unhinged

Parallels my beloved

Creeper: Mwahaha, gonna get this sucker~

Creeper: W H A T

Creeper: C R A P

LOOK AT MY PRECIOUS BABY BOY 💕💕

WDYM HE'S HAPPY???? HELLO???

THIS GUY PLZ—

[addbagelstominecraft]

and what if i went insane about the parallel of these 2 scenes. what then

[mewannew]

that cho and that dark

[mariako-750]

So. That new avm short with TCO and TDL, huh?

Finally. I FINALLY CARE ABOUT THEM!!!

[zaltynn]

CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS DIVA????

NOT DARK TOSSING HIS HEAD BACK DRAMATICALLY WHEN CHOSEN SAYS 'PLEASE DONT DESTROY THIS' AND THEN GETTING HIS WAY AND GETTING TO BLOW IT UP ANYWAY

AND THEN HE PUMPS HIS ARMS -MIDAIR- IN JOY AND FLIES A LOOP-D-LOOP IN VICTORY

THIS LIL SHIT I LOVE HIM SM

CHOSEN IS SO OLDER BROTHER I CANT

[outta-trouble]

silly ass comment section favs

[st4rl1ghts0d4]

Fanarts? Nah, imma hit you with an edit

Btw song is oops. by bren. :3

[mysticsinmotion]

Codebreakers part 7

First part

Previous part

Writers note: I recommend reading this on ao3 ( link is on the pinned post) as the bold and italics didn't save on my device so I have to redo them all here, so I may have missed some

Anyway,hope U enjoy the new chapter, and leave a comment, I would love to hear your thoughts and I really appreciate it!

Quick warning: this chapter contains topics on self harm, and a rather graphic (I think?) description of past violence

Okay enough yapping, here's the next chapter:

He broke my prototype...

Dark stared at the crushed remains of what used to be his scrapped version of the virabot he was trying to create poking out from under his bed.

Chosen lay on it, sleeping as though he hadnt destroyed valuable parts that could of been reusabled in the next model him.

For a moment, he felt... absolutely nothing. Blank. Empty.

Then the rage came in. Anger bubbled inside him like an overflowing pot. His breathing quickened.

Stupid.

 Stupid stupid stupid Chosen!

He could of actually strangled him at that moment.

'You didn't even need that! It was a scrapped design!'

But I needed the parts! And look at what this idiotic imbecile has done to them! Crushed! Gone!

'Buy new parts, it's not that big a deal, anyway, it's not like he did it on purpose!'

...

Dark glared at Chosen sleeping in his bed, hugging his blanket, on his pillow, his mattress, why the hell was he sleeping in his bed, the irritating-

Chosen let out a small moan and turned in his sleep.

Dark paused, staring at Chosen.

The hell was that about??

He seemed... Stressed? Tense?

Chosen turned again, mumbling incoherent words in his sleep. Sweat trickled down his forehead, brows creased in what Dark could only describe as... fear?

No no, thats- that's not right, Chosen was never scared, he-

Chosen let out a sharp noise, somewhere between a whimper and a yelp, thrashing out with his right leg. He tried doing the same thing with his left, but it was entangled in blanket, being yanked back each time he pulled. 

He seemed to be growing more frantic by the second, tugging desperately on his left leg.

Dark took one step towards Chosen, hand hovering in the air, as if trying to reach him somehow. 

He didn't understand. 

Was he having a nightmare?

He never mentioned having nightmares before...

Chosen gave a small frantic yelp again, whining, hands clawing on the blanket that wrapped around his leg.

Dark took a small step back.

 It was...weird. He knew nightmares sometimes caused physical movement or sounds, but he never thought it he'd see Chosen doing it.

Come to think of it...

He'd never actually seen Chosen sleep much in the past... Let alone like this.

He'd never slept much infront of him.

It was... unsettling.

Unsettling to see someone who seemed so powerful, so untouchable in such a state.

Dark too another step back.

This was stupid.

 He just wanted to grab a blueprint he left behind and return back to the lab. Almost finished with his 3rd test model for the virabot.

 It was gonna be perfect, thought would take quite a while to make, and alot of hard work.

He was wasting time. He had better things to do then watch Chosen unravel in his sleep.

Perhaps he deserves the nightmare, breaking his prototype.

...that sounded a bit harsh.

Blocking out the moaning and occasional sharp sounds from Chosen, he reached over to the table, grabbed the blueprint that was rolled up neatly under the window and looked out of it. 

Would be faster if he just flew out the window instead of through the front door like he did to get in.

He didn't come earlier because he hadn't wanted Chosen to be awake.

Recently, the mission code embedded in him had been stronger then ever before. 

He'd woken up last night while on the roof with Chosen, and had felt a sudden urge to....

hurt him in his sleep.

 He looked so...peaceful...

He's never wanted to punch someone so bad.

He forced himself to leave the house.

He couldn't hurt Chosen! 

He was his best friend and brother for crying out loud!

But the desire.... The desire remains.

Dark finds his hands clenching and unclenching themselves. His eyes drift to Chosen's bed, watching the stick struggle to free himself from the blanket.

He looked almost... pathetic. Weak.

Vunrable.

This was such a good opportunity to just-!

NO! 

Dark forced himself to tear his gaze from Chosen and focus on the window.

He wanted to hurt him

He wanted to hurt him so bad.

He wanted to watch the blood dribble down his mouth, wanted to savour the delicious satisfaction to the bottomless pit of emptiness it promised to fill.

He wanted to watch him suffer, watch the eyes tremble in fear, body shaking, relish the fearful noises Chosen would make.

He wanted it.

He needed it.

He needed it!

Dark clutched his head, doubling over on himself, trying to calm the intrusive thoughts invading his mind.

It'd be so easy...

He's right there, laying out infront of you.

Imagine how simple tying him up would be if he's already unconscious? No need for a long, wasteful fight.

And just think of the image of a scared, pathetic Chosen!

Dark couldn't stop himself from licking his pointed fangs, picturing a terrified Chosen curled up in a corner, trembling arms protecting his face in a pathetic way of defence.

His breathing quickened. Saliva dripped down his lips as he stared at Chosen, unmoving apart from the occasional leg yanks.

So peaceful...so easy....

Just do it. Just do it. Just do it.

The voice in his head chanted him on. 

Imagine how nice it would be to finally get rid of emptiness inside him, a kind of hunger he couldn't feed, a desire he hated he had.

There was a rope downstairs in the kitchen... Maybe if he tied him up first, he could-

He let a frustrated growl, frantically pulled himself over the window ledge and launching himself out into the sky.

Fire crackled and whizzed from his hands as he zipped through the starry night

He couldn't take it. He could of done horrible things to Chosen.

 And the worst part was...it didn't even feel like that was the mission codes desire.

 He felt like it was his, and it was a disgusting craving that hid behind every thought and action in his life.

He knew he, as a person, would never EVER think about something as horrific as that, let alone crave it.

Dark spotted a tree below. Perfect place for a rest.

Landing, he walked over to the tree and curled up into a ball against the truck.

His eyes grew tingly, mind foggy, head throbbing. 

A lump rose in his throat, tears welling up.

Then it all came gushing out.

Hot, burning hot tears spilled down his face as he coughed on the sobs that ran through him. 

Why? Why did he have to be like this?

Dark choked on a sob that shook his entire body, curling into himself tighter, hiding his face in his knees.

He was a horrible, disgusting, sick, psycho.

'Insane. I'm insane.'

'I'm was just so hungry.... All the time....

Just want to not be starving all the time...'

More tears dripped down on the grass beneath him.

His thoat hurt. Lungs ached. Eyes stung. Head throbbed.

He was hungry. 

Starving.

Not the typical hunger, this craving was deeper, it felt like something in him was missing, like there was a hole inside his body somewhere that he must fill.

He needed to hurt Chosen, someone or destroy something or he'd go insane If he wasn't already.

 He tore at the grass beneath him, ripping out dozens of little green blades. Not enough.

Leaping to his feet, he spun round and punched a dent into the tree. Still not enough 

He let out a frustrated growl. 

The hell was he supposed to do now?!-

His fingers found his way into his coat pocket, pulling out a small hand knife he always carried around with him.

Without thinking, he flicked out blade, pulled up his sleeve and pressed the sharp blade against his skin. Hard.

The skin tore open instantly, red blood dripping down his arm.

His eyes widened slightly at the sight. It was... Reliving in a way, but scary.

Scary he felt this much joy seeing blood. Especially his own.

He dragged the knife upwards, splitting the skin further.

It hurt. God it hurt so much.

But it felt good too. Pain made the emptiness go away, or at least distracted him.

He brushed away the remainder of his tears with the back of his bloody hand, relishing the burn, the sting that the cut was offering.

It was shallow, just enough to draw blood but not enough to damage too much.

He lifted the knife and moved to the inside of his forearm, slicing downwards to his wrist.

He shuddered as the cuts began to burn.

Stung like hell.

But.... Something about the blood...of how pretty and red it was... Was disturbingly calming.

He smiled.

Felt so good to see someone hurt.

Made him feel a little less empty.

Even if that someone was him.

---

Chains.

So many... Chains...

Wrapping around his legs, arms, neck like cold metal snakes.

Tighter and tighter

And tighter still

Chosen tried screaming. Shouting. Yelling for help.

All that came out was a weak cry that echoed through the empty black void stretched before him.

No floor. No roof. No walls. Just him, suspended in the air by chains round his wrists and ankles.

He started wriggling his hands out of the chains. 

Didn't work.

Tried yanking.

Still didn't work.

Exhausted, he slumped forward in his chains.

Swoosh

Chosen froze.

Click click

His heart stopped.

He...he knew that sound

His breath caught in his throat

Please...

Click.

The chains vanished.

And he was falling.

Falling and falling into what seemed like a bottomless black pit of nothingness.

He closed his eyes.

Seconds dragged out like hours passed.

Suddenly, he felt something change.

Slowly he cracked open one eye.

...?

The void was gone. 

He found himself sitting on a pc floor, slumped against the wall.

Pc...pc floor?!

Why was he back here-

Click

His stomach dropped as a gigantic shadow engulfed him.

No.

No this isn't happening again.

He sat there, paralysed as the cursor advanced on him.

Click 

His left leg felt heavier... And he felt weaker somehow... Like the energy had been pulled right out of him.

And that's when he saw it. 

Innocently attached to his ankle, a chain ball. 

His chain ball.

His breathing quickened as his chest tightened

'Not again... please not again...'

The cursor came closer. Chosen pressed himself back against the wall.

He couldn't run. Couldnt even walk properly.

He attempts to summon his ice powers to form some kind of protective shield around himself.

Not even a flicker of power came out from his hands.

He...he was completely defenseless.

Panic rose up inside him.

Click.

He found himself being flung upwards.

Smack!

He hit the roof of the pc before falling back to the floor.

The cursor didn't stop.

Click

He felt himself being pulled into the air.

Nonononopleaseno

"Wait-!" Chosen started, eyes widening in fear.

Wham! 

His head cracked against a wall. He landed a crumpled heap on the floor. His breathing grew faster, uneven, shaky. He felt warm blood trickle down the side his head.

The cursor swooped down again.

Chosen scooted back frantically, hitting the pc wall, arms stretching out infront him like he could somehow stop this.

"PLEASE! What did I do-!"

He flew through the air, back hitting an open window tab, knocking the wind out of his lungs.

He fell to his hands and knees, wheezing and moaning out in pain.

Click

Chosen found himself dangling upside down in the air, suspended by the ball that the cursor held.

His arms grasped the chain and yanked with all his strength. Wouldn't break.

Never broke.

He let out another fearful moan, and he felt the cursor preparing to to throw again.

He flew through the air and-

---

Chosen bolted upright in bed, covered in cold sweat.

His body was trembling.

His breathing was uneven, short and panicky.

'Just another nightmare'

He let out a deep, shaky breath. 

Strange, he could still feel the chain around his leg-

Oh.

Chosen uncoiled the blanket twisted around his ankle and swung both his legs over the edge of the bed, and standing up.

He needed water.

Anything that would distract him.

In a few minutes, he was drinking icy cold water from a glass cup. The cup clanked against his teeth slightly, as his hands were still trembling.

'Third nightmare this week... This was getting ridiculous.'

Chosen felt frustrated. He wasn't there anymore, why would his mind not understand that?!

He was safe now!

He was happy now!

...right?

Chosen pushed the thought away.

How could he not be happy? He didn't have to live in fear anymore, he wasn't alone anymore.

That was all he wanted.

He was definitely happy the first week after the escape.

Dark was with him then.

But now... He felt distant.

Dark had never been one to show much affection or love in a obvious way. Chosen couldn't blame him as he did that himself. But Chosen knew he cared about him, and he didn't seem so far away then.

Now however...

Chosen stood up, rinsing the cup under the sink.

Chosen knew Dark cared about him deep down. 

Of course he did.

He wouldn't abandon him.

He'd never do that.

Chosen had tried not to be much of a burden on him. 

Tried hiding his cramps. Tried hiding that he was coughing up blood for the first few weeks after escaping the pc. He didn't cough up much anymore, just a drop every few days or so mixed with alot of spit.

He hid his nightmares from him. He was trying so hard not to be a nuisance.

Was it still not enough?

Chosen let out a groan as he felt his left leg starting to cramp.

Great. Just what he needed.

He started pacing the kitchen in an attempt to prevent the cramp from getting worse.

Dark should come back tomorrow.

Or the day after. 

Either way, he'd be back. He had to.

Chosen saw a shadow moved from behind him. Spinning round, he saw nothing.

Not real. 

Chosen shook his head furiously, sinking down to the floor into a ball. 

He could hear the haunting swoops and clicks from the cursor coming from upstairs.

Not real.

"Why aren't you here, Dark?" Chosen

whispered, rocking backwards and forwards.

"I'm trying, I-I swear I am!- 

I... Its just.... I'm tired."

He fell onto his side on the group. Tired.

Tired of what?

He had everything he wanted.

He should be grateful.

He didn't know, he just knew he was tired. 

Tired of the nightmares

Tired of always being tense

Tired of flinching

Tired of the cramps

....and tired of being alone.

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