Code to Consious {Uhh… Alan becker fanfic} Alan sighed, walking over to his computer, keeping is mug of coffee close to him, providing warmth. It was the end of the day, and he was tired. He just needed to finish a bit of work, and then he could go to sleep. He opened the door to his room, before opening his jaw in shock. There, sitting on his table, was a child, swinging his legs aimlessly as he stared on the floor. When the child realised Alan’s presence, he jumped, before a weird look of… familiarity washed through his expression. It almost seemed like they were… excited? Relieved? “Who are you?” Alan demanded an answer, putting his coffee mug on the table. “A-Alan, it’s me!” the kid stuttered. “How do you know my name? And who is ‘me’?” Alan asked, raising an eyebrow, a confused expression evident on his face. The child seemed to try make out the words, before blurting out “TSC!!” in a hurry. Alan’s defensive aura faded almost immediately, replaced with one utterly shocked, confused, and uncertain one. “…TSC? What- no- no way… you’re s-supposed to- be in the computer- that’s- that’s how-… what…?” TSC nodded. “It’s me.” He said, this time with ease. They stared at each other for a moment, the silence in the room growing increasingly awkward, before Alan spoke up. “What… how can a stick figure turn into a human in the human world…?” he mumbled, more to himself than TSC. He took a seat in his chair, before looking up at TSC. “How?” “I- I don’t know…” The silence returned, the both staring at each other in confusion. “Is it just you? Do the others know?” “…the others are asleep. And- I wasn’t able to sleep, so I can remember seeing all of them there. None of them were absent. They don’t know, and yes, I think it’s just me. For now, anyways.” Alan nodded. “…well, still doesn’t answer the biggest question. How?” That question lingered in their minds. Alan already felt dizzy trying to come up with a proper response. His mind was fuzzy from the work he had done today, he just wanted to finish a little more and not to anything else that required critical thinking. And to figure an answer to ‘how’? His mind would stop working or something- Alan saw Second’s anxious look, and decided to try and cheer him up at least a little. He should do at least some good things here and there, right? “…well, you look good, if that’s anything.” Alan chuckled. (Continue in N & C)
TSC smiled a little, looking down at himself. TSC’s hair was short and messy, coloured a dark brown with two streaks of orange in it. He wore an orange jumpy jacket, with a white shirt inside. His legs were covered by blue jeans, red-and-white shoes at the end. His skin was fair, brown freckles all over Second’s nose and cheeks. His eyes shun a vibrant orange, and a familiar white pencil laid behind his ear. “Uhh, thanks. Didn’t expect I’d look good as a human. You look great, too.” A smile started to creep on Second’s face. “Dang, you look awesome! It feels so cool to be able to be with you in real life, you know?” Alan smiled and nodded. His smile quickly faded, though. “If you don’t know how you got here, how would we send you back?” TSC shrugged, slight worry evident on his face. Alan didn’t want to see Second get upset. “Hey, we’ll figure it out. But… it’s late right now, and for all I know, it’s not the time to think about such confusing things. How about you head to bed?” Second nodded. “Where to?” Alan looked around. Maybe the couch? No, Alan thought. That’d be unfair. He looked over to his bed, then smiled at Second. “We could sleep together. That’s my bed, just here in this room. Just take off your shoes- actually, they probably aren’t even dirty, considering you just teleported here, so, just lie in and sleep.” The little boy nodded, smiling. He jumped off the table, before crashing onto the ground. “AH- how do you humans learn to control this stuff? So much unnecessary things… like- these weird fingers- and toes- knees and- and eyes… so weird… all us stickfigures require is a head, a body, two arms, and two legs…” Alan chuckled. “Thank the law of nature for that one, or whatever it is.” Second slowly arose from the ground, wobbling over to the bed, before getting and shuffling in. He smiled, looking up at Alan expectantly. “Ah, I need to finish some extra work. You head to bed, I’ll come soon enough.” Alan explained. TSC’s smile faded a little. “At this time? It seems so dark outside… and I think that means it’s bed-time for humans?” Alan laughed a little. Second coming to this new world really confuses him, it’s almost cute. Adorable, for that matter. “Yes, darkness outside does mean it is ‘bed-time’, but I really need to finish this last little bit of work. Don’t worry. It’ll only take an hour or so.” Although he wasn’t convinced, Second nodded, lying down and quickly falling into a deep slumber. Alan watched him for a moment. He really was cute, heh… but… there was something else behind that feeling that filled Alan. Not just that TSC was cute. He felt… loving, of the little boy. Protective. After all, his creations are technically his children. Alan realised that until they could send TSC back into the computer, he was fully Alan’s responsibility. Did that make Alan sort-of a dad…? He winced at the thought, then chuckled bitterly. Dad. How funny. He treated his creations like crap. And dare he say ‘dad’? No way. Alan looked back at his computer, sitting down, ready to finish off that last bit of work. He took a sip of his coffee, before nearly spitting it out. Damn it, cold coffee. Cute 997 first words of this new fanfic!! Ik I would've added three to make it 1000 but uh nah. I seriously like fought a war to write this, adding, deleting, rewriting, repeat, repeat, ahhh. Although it was a long process that somehow took the whole day, I really enjoyed writing this first piece. Ik, for something that short, it shouldn't have taken a day, guess I got distracted here and there, heh.
