"Stop moving, Purple!" Primal's voice rang out as she deftly avoided a punch from Purple, who responded with a primal growl. "Shut up! This is all your fault," Purple snarled, his arms restrained by Hazard and Ballista as they guided him to a chair, securing his hands to the table.

"Sorry, kid," Primal muttered softly before exiting the room, leaving Purple seething with anger. "Sorry won't bring back my friend," Purple spat bitterly, his gaze filled with contempt as they all departed, leaving him alone in the room.

In a surge of frustration, Purple attempted to free himself from the shackles, only to recoil in pain as the metal scraped against his skin, causing him to grit his teeth in agony.

As the door creaked open, a grey figure with a hollow head entered the room, his expression devoid of emotion. Purple's glare intensified as he watched the other take a seat across from him, folding its hands on the table and offering him a smile.

"My name is Victim," the hollowhead introduced himself, his eyes empty as he gazed at Purple, who couldn't help but shudder.

"What do you want?" Purple glowered, fixing a piercing gaze on Victim.

"Just your cooperation," Victim replied, tilting his head slightly as Purple scoffed. "What if I said no?" Purple challenged, to which Victim only smirked, leaning in closer.

"No one even knows you're missing. The last person who cared is gone," Victim's words cut through the air, triggering a scream from Purple as he strained against the restraints, attempting to rise from the chair only to be forcefully pulled back down.

"Take that back! He's not gone!" Purple's voice rose in desperation, his chest heaving with emotion. Gasping for breath, Purple continued to struggle against the bonds on his wrists, crimson marks starting to appear from the friction.

Victim simply observed with a twisted smile, his eyes filled with amusement.

"Are you finished?" Victim inquired as Purple took deep, ragged breaths, sinking back into the chair.

"Just answer my question, Purple, and I'll release you and your friends," Victim leaned in, resting his cheek on the palm of his hand. "Just reveal where The Chosen One is, and all of this will end," he added with a smile, watching Purple intently.

"And if I refuse?" Purple's expression darkened as he locked eyes with Victim.

Victim's smile didn't waver. "Well, I have numerous methods to extract the information from you," he stated calmly, tilting his head slightly as Purple continued to glare defiantly at him. "You've already taken someone important than me; I doubt any form of torture could break me," Purple remarked.

Purple clenched his teeth, a mixture of anger and dread swirling within him as he witnessed Green staggering in front of him, his face dripping with water, struggling for breath. "You monster, what have you done?!" Purple's voice trembled with rage as Victim seized Green by the chin, forcing him to meet Purple's gaze.

"Just a bit of waterboarding, he handled it well," Victim smirked callously, observing Green as he gasped for air, his body heaving from the ordeal of being repeatedly submerged.

Purple's fists clenched, a growl rising in his throat as tears streamed down Green's cheeks, his sobs echoing in the room. Primal moved to support Green, her expression heavy with guilt and sorrow.

"Now, will you disclose his whereabouts? Or shall I proceed with the others?" Victim's voice cut through the tension, prompting Purple to turn towards Green, who wept quietly on the side.

"Fine... I'll talk," Purple muttered, his gaze fixed on the cold metal table.

"Good," Victim released his grip on Green's chin. "Let's get down to business, Purple. I'm pleased to see you've come to a decision," Victim smirked, his eyes glinting with satisfaction.

"You told them where Chosen was?!" Second growled as Purple placed a hand on Green's chest, who continued to whimper and shake underneath him. "They were waterboarding Green. I can't let it happen again! What do you think I should do? Let them do it again?!" Purple growled, looking up at Second, who ran a hand through his hair.

Red stood up, placing a hand on Second's shoulder. "Chosen is most likely healed by now, and he can handle himself," Red whispered as Second sat on the ground, holding his head.

Yellow's sigh carried a weight of resignation as he muttered, "We can only hope that he'll come to our rescue... But even I know that he can't face this alone." He buried his face in his hands, his voice trailing off in a mixture of despair and longing.

"If only..." Yellow's words hung in the air, filled with unspoken wishes and regrets as he bit his lip and withdrew into his own thoughts.

"If only DJ were here," Blue's voice broke the silence, his words barely audible as everyone turned towards him, their expressions a mix of sorrow and nostalgia.

All eyes fell on Blue, except for Purple. "But he's gone," Blue's voice cracked with grief, his hand rubbing his eyes in a futile attempt to stem the tears, until Yellow pulled him close, offering comfort in a tight embrace.

Purple closed his eyes, the weight of uncertainty and loss pressing down on him as Green lay on his lap. He buried his face in his hands, his voice choked with emotion.

"I can't accept that he's gone. He has to be alive... he must be," Purple's words trembled with a mixture of hope and desperation as he turned towards Yellow and Blue, who clung to each other for support.

Meanwhile, Second and Red sat back to back, finding solace in their shared presence.

"The blade erases everything it touches," Yellow remarked, his gaze lifting to meet Purple's eyes.

"I know... I know... But he has the Minecraft block, doesn't he? He... He must still be alive, right?" Purple's voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes filled with a desperate plea as he sought reassurance from Yellow.

"I can't say for certain," Yellow replied, furrowing his brow and casting his eyes downward with a heavy sigh, uncertainty clouding his features.

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"You said he's in the city," Victim growled as Purple involuntarily recoiled from him. "He is in the city," Purple retorted with a defiant glare before Victim seized his neck, yanking him closer.

"He.is.not.in.the.city. Tell me where The Chosen One is, or I'll kill one of your friends!" Victim's threat reverberated through the room as Purple jerked his head away, fixing Victim with a challenging stare.

"He slipped through your men's grasp; don't lay the blame on me!" Purple yelled, just before a sharp pain struck his face, sending him lurching to the side. "Victim..." Agent's voice interjected, a frown creasing his brow as he observed Victim's heaving form and trembling hands, while Purple's laughter rang out.

"Is that the best you can do? I know someone who hits harder than that," Purple giggled with manic energy before Victim seized his hair, pulling him close. "I won't hesitate to end your friends before your very eyes, Purple. Don't toy with me," Victim whispered, his voice chillingly composed as Purple held his gaze unflinchingly.

"He's in the city; he's always had a knack for hiding," Purple muttered, a sneer playing on his lips as he locked eyes with Victim, only to be met with another stinging slap. "Tell me the truth," Victim growled, gripping Purple's chin forcefully, his nails leaving marks on the skin.

"I'm speaking the truth," Purple maintained, his gaze unwavering as Victim scrutinized his eyes, searching for any signs of deceit before releasing his grip and drawing back.

"Search the city once more, ensure you find him by tomorrow," Victim commanded. "Take Dark with you," he added before exiting the room

Agent gave Purple a single glance before trailing after Victim.

Purple let out a chuckle, wiping the blood from his chin, a twisted smile playing on his lips.

"Are you alright, Purple?" Blue asked, his grip on the bars tightening as Purple was ushered back inside. "I'm fine," Purple responded tersely, anger evident as he once again wiped the blood from his chin. Green rose from his corner, offering assistance as he used his palm to help clean the blood off.

"What did he do to you?" Second's voice rumbled with restrained fury, his hands clenching the bars tightly. "Just dug his nails into my skin, nothing too extreme," Purple muttered, his gaze fixed on the ground.

The group recoiled as a pair of guards approached their cell once more. "Purple..." Green's grip tightened on Purple's arm as they enter the cell, the guards handling Purple roughly.

"Wait! Where are you taking him this time?" Yellow's voice rang out with concern as they watched Purple being dragged away, his posture limp. "I'm scared. What if they harm him again?" Blue's voice quivered with fear as Second's fist collided with the bars in frustration.

"What's happening here?" Purple demanded as he was forcibly dragged into the sterile white box, then roughly thrown inside. With a grunt, he landed on his knees, observing as a chair materialized before him. "Sit in the chair, Purple," a voice echoed from the background, prompting him to flinch.

Standing up, Purple cautiously approached the chair and took a seat. Before he could settle fully, a side door slides open, admitting Victim alongside a figure holding a briefcase.

"Hello once more, Purple. I've opted to utilize a method to determine the truth of your words," Victim stated with a smile, meeting Purple's defiant gaze. "Open the case," Victim gestured lazily as the accompanying figure revealed the memory scanner.

Grinning, Victim picked up the device. "Leave," he instructed the figure, who promptly left the box, the door sliding behind him.

"What the hell is that?" Purple demanded, his eyes fixed on the device in Victim's hands. He grunted as Victim seized his head, pressing the scanner against his face and holding him in place.

Turning to face Victim, Purple witnessed the room darken and a screen materialize before him. "This scans your memories; we'll uncover where you truly took Chosen," Victim grinned, causing Purple's hand to tremble. "What do you mean?" Purple whispered, his voice barely audible.

In horror, Purple observed as the images on the screen played in reverse, halting at the moment he witnessed DJ being stabbed. "No... No," Purple muttered, his breaths turning into gasps as the video rewound once more, revealing DJ embracing him.

"Please, no," Purple pleaded, tears streaming down his cheeks as Victim yanked on his hair to immobilize him.

"Please, stop," Purple whimpered, watching in anguish as he saw himself carrying Chosen towards the rift in the sky, toward Alan's PC.

"Pause it," Victim commanded, striding up to the screen and chuckling. "It seems I've discovered where he is... I no longer require Chosen," Victim laughed triumphantly as Purple managed to pull the scanner from his face, rising unsteadily to his feet.

"What is it that you truly want?" Purple growled, fixing a steely gaze on Victim.

"You don't need to understand what I want; just simply recognize that you have fulfilled your role," Victim smirked, circling around Purple with purpose. "Will you release us now?" Purple asked, his fist tightening as Victim faced him.

"And who said I was speaking the truth?" Victim's smirk deepened as realization dawned in Purple's widened eyes.

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DJ found himself adrift, possibly for an extended period. Uncertain of his location and purpose, one thing remained clear—something significant had occurred, evident from the unmistakable wound on his chest.

Curling into himself, DJ absentmindedly twirled his hair, pondering softly, "I wonder what Purple is up to now. Is he searching for me?" With a sense of lassitude, he rested his cheek on his knees.

"Hello," a voice rang out, causing DJ to startle and turn towards the sound. Before him stood a small, cheerful yellow figure.

"Oh! So I'm not alone?" DJ exclaimed, a grin spreading across his face as he rose to his feet and approached the yellow figure. "Yeah! I thought I was the only stick here," the youngster replied, fingers twirling nervously.

DJ chuckled, "I'm DJ, and what about you?" He tilted his head inquisitively.

"I'm Gold! Pleasure to meet you, DJ! Your name is quite funny! And you seem oddly familiar," Gold remarked, tilting his head as DJ chuckled in response. "Is that so? Your name rings a bell for me as well!" DJ laughed as Gold joined in with giggles.

"Where are we exactly?" DJ asked, scanning the white, luminous surroundings that surprisingly didn't strain his eyes.

"Hmm, is this not... heaven?" Gold pondered, tilting his head as DJ blinked in confusion. "Heaven? Goodness, that's a daunting thought," DJ laughed, while Gold continued to gaze up at him with a serene smile.

"Do you not believe me?" Gold pouted, to which DJ shook his head, replying, "No, no, I believe you... It's just that you seem quite young to speak about... you know." DJ shrugged. "About being... dead?" Gold continued, causing DJ's eyes to widen in surprise.

"Where are your parents, Gold?" DJ shifted the conversation, and Gold responded with a sad smile, twirling his hair as he fidgeted.

"I don't really know. I've been alone for a long while, DJ. You're the first person I've encountered here," Gold beamed happily as DJ knelt down, gently tousling Gold's hair.

"Do you want to come with me?" Gold beamed, leaping to his feet with excitement as DJ stood upright.

"To where?" DJ chuckled, bemused, as Gold seized his hand and began pulling him in a particular direction. "Home!" Gold giggled. "Alright, why not," DJ laughed, allowing the child to lead him away.

White Eyes gazed down at the body of her king, her frame twitching intermittently. Slowly, she began dragging herself towards him, observing that one of his legs had vanished entirely, with a portion of his arm missing as well.

His eyes were shut as if he were merely in a tranquil sleep. White Eyes approached him with measured steps.

My King, there is only one thing that can save you now.

She whispered softly, then delicately lifted DJ in her arms, proceeding toward the portal. Ensuring her hold was gentle, she cradled her King as he slumbered peacefully in her embrace.

I must find the other piece.