“Tiny Box Tim! Just hang on!” Mark called, as he darted from floating fragment to floating fragment.
“Mark! I’m okay!” he heard the box call.
“I swear this feels familiar,” Mark muttered as he ran.
He darted across the planks that seemed to hover in midair. He was glad they were sturdy, else he might have lost his footing by now. He kept his eyes aimed at Tiny Box Tim, hoping to rescue the adorable little box. In spite of the burning in his feet and the stinging in his lungs, he kept running. He would not stop, even if it hurt.
“Maaaark!” a voice caught his attention to his left. He glanced to see the bear galloping towards the same goal as he. “Maaark stoooop!” the bear called.
“I have to save Tiny Box Tim!” Mark shouted.
He turned his attention back to the perch he last saw Tiny Box Tim bouncing on. He could not see Tim anymore, but he was sure the little box had stayed put. He was not very big, so there was very little chance that he could have moved to other perches very quickly. There were large gaps already forming around the area, making it seem less possible – even for somebody as tall as Mark.
“Mark! He’ll be fine!” the bear called.
“Markiplier, you stuuuuupid moron!” Dexter called out, “Get away from there before you get hurt!”
“No! Noooo! I have to get to Tiny Box Tim!” Mark roared. He tried to run faster, but with his stamina running out he found himself slowing down faster.
“Mark! Just trust me!” Dexter called, “Tiny Box Tim will be fine!”
“Why should I trust you! You don’t even seem to like Tim!” Mark called out.
“It has nothing to do with me!” Dexter exclaimed, with exasperation, “But, you’re going to get hurt!”
Mark closed his eyes as he took a leap. His legs nearly gave out when he bounded across the giant gap. He felt like he was flying, free of gravity. But, as gravity began to pull him down, he realized that he would not be able to touch the edge. He would be falling past it, and the terror hit him at the peak of his jump.
“Maaaaark!” he heard a high pitched voice scream.
Just as Mark thought he was doomed, a slimy tentacle grabbed his wrist. He looked up with surprise to see the SepticEye in a giant form, with its slimy tentacle wrapped around his wrist. It was straining though, with a worried look in its redshot cornea.
His hand quickly started slipping from the tentacle, due to the slime. He gasped, throwing up his free hand to take a hold of the tentacle. He was doomed, with the lack of friction allowing to slip farther and farther from grasp.
“I’m here!” the raspy little voice of Tiny Box Tim barked.
The box tossed aside a sword as he reached down to grab the SepticEye’s tentacle. He began to help pull Mark upwards. The two characters began straining to pull Mark up, but they could not pull faster than he was slipping.
“We’ll get you up Mark! Just hang on!” Bonnie called as the others joined in on pulling him up.
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