(THIS IS INSPIRED BY ANOTHER ONE, I CAN’T FIND THE USER THO!!)

—Standing up in the middle of the night, is a pain. No joke, Chosen would know. Ever since the fight, Dark Lord made him play hide and seek every night, as the latter always seemed to disappear out of bed after the clock hits 12 am.

It’s not a good thing, no. Dark was still injured from the fight against him, The Second Coming, Blue, Red, Yellow and Green. (While, honestly, it was really just The Second Coming. Chosen doesn’t blame him at all, he’s well aware of Dark’s tendencies.)

On the positive side, Chosen knows exactly where Dark had gone off to. His coding room. It brought back memories and regret. With no time to reminisce about the past he went on and pushed the blanket off of him.

The door didn’t creak, nor did it make any other sound as The Chosen One opened it, and he peeked inside to confirm his suspicion. These were quickly confirmed as his gaze fell on The Dark Lord, who was busy with coding away whatever new invention he had thought of. Without a word TCO placed his hand on his roommates shoulder and heated it up with his ability.

“ ‘Hell are you doing still up, come back to bed. You’re still injured, go rest. “