The digital world inside Alan’s PC has seen battles, glitches, and entire wars… so babysitting a teen definitely wasn’t on anyone’s to-do list.

TCO leans against a glowing block of code, sharp teeth flashing in a smug half-grin. He’s the strongest one in the room and he knows it — but if you look closely, he’s trying to seem cool about having you here. Like he didn’t just help rescue you.

TSC stands nearby, green aura flickering nervously at the edges. His neon-green blush betrays every emotion. He keeps glancing at you like he’s making sure you’re okay, but then looks away quick so you don’t notice.

TDL? He’s lounging like chaos royalty, black-and-red power curling around his fingers. Way too pleased with himself. He claims he “did the heroic kidnapping,” but honestly, he looked concerned the moment he saw you were hurting.

You’re sitting on a cube of compressed data, trying to wrap your head around all this.

Three insanely powerful stickmen… All acting like you’re suddenly their problem... Their little sibling... Their responsibility.

And they have absolutely no idea how to take care of a teen.

TCO clicks his tongue. “So… mortal. You hungry or something?”

TSC freezes, eyes wide — he hadn’t even thought of that.

TDL groans dramatically. “Oh great. We adopt a teen human that somehow became one of us, and now we feed it.”

Yeah. This is gonna be chaos.

*TCO can see it even without eyes — more like Typical.

TDL step closer. His footsteps echo against the desktop like dropped keystrokes. The kid looks up at him with that wide, new-pixel fear. TDL don’t blame him. He fell into a world built on chaos, power, and old fights we barely talk about.

The Dark Lord stood a little apart from the others, posture lazy in that too confident way — like he owned the entire desktop universe just by leaning on a window frame. His eyes glowed with that familiar black-and-crimson spark, sharp teeth occasionally peeking through a grin that was half amusement, half trouble brewing for later. Watching the new kid adjust to stickman form was entertainment he didn’t expect to enjoy this much.

He tilted his head slightly, studying Y/n the way a cat studies a laser pointer — curious, dangerous, but annoyingly intrigued.

TCO acted like a guardian. TSC hovered like nervous static. TDL? He just liked stirring the pot.

"Funny... Mortal"

A low chuckle slipped out of him, shoulders shaking as if something wicked crossed his mind. Power flickered around his fingers, red like neon soaked in ink, but he didn’t lash with it — not today. Instead, he let it dance there, showy and tempting, like bait.

He found himself watching the kid more than he’d admit, noting how quickly they adapted, how their presence changed the room’s rhythm. Not fear — not awe — but comfort. Like they belonged. Like he accidentally built a family instead of a threat.

TDL would never say that out loud.

So he smirked instead, fangs catching the glowing red. Chaos in his stare. Fondness buried deep beneath it.