Mark panted as he looked at the characters around him. They were crowding him too closely, concerned for his wellbeing. He needed some space though, if only just to catch his breath in peace.
“Mark are you okay?” Dexter’s voice sounded surprisingly concerned. He had sounded so irritated or outraged since Mark met him, to the point that it seemed impossible for him to be so concerned.
“I’m fine,” Mark took a deep breath.
“Mark don’t be stupid like that again,” Bonnie said.
“What?” Mark looked up at the animatronic with surprise. That sounded like something Dexter should be saying.
“Tiny Box Tim is OP, but you’re human,” Dexter explained.
“But…I was…you were…” Mark looked to the little box.
“It’s true Mark,” Tiny Box Tim admitted, “I’m totally OP. But I need you to be alive for me to be OP.”
“I don’t understand,” Mark looked from the others back to Tiny Box Tim, “You’re just a little box.”
“I’m very powerful,” Tim explained, “But, I thrive off of you. I’m a reflection of you. But you’re human, and I’m the internet reflection. You’ll be okay if I die, I’ll just regenerate as a new form. But…I can’t live on if you die.”
“None of us could live with ourselves if we caused your death,” the bear added.
“Well,” Mark took a deep breath, as he struggled to his feet.
His legs were burning and his lungs still stung. He was starting to wear down with exhaustion. He would not let himself fall under the pressure of this exhaustion.
Another explosion went off next to them as a large ball blew through the ground. Mark barely had time to react. He could only watch the pieces fly at his head.
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