When Mark opened his eyes, he found himself in a very dark place. He could not see clearly, so he rubbed his eyes. He waited until his sight was cleared before he sat up and looked around.
“When did I get in a forest?” he spoke aloud, looking at the ominous trees around him.
A high pitched shriek filled the air. It caught his ears and brought the hackles on the back of his neck to bristle. He jumped to his feet, filled with fear and the adrenaline to fight or flee.
“No thank you!” he darted off in the opposite direction of the scream. He stuck to the trail though, not wanting to get lost in the dark woods.
He followed the trail to a bridge, where he found shadows. They danced at the corners of his sight. They remained just out of sight, no matter how quickly he turned his head. He could not look at them and he could not escape them either.
“Nnno thank you!” he darted up the bridge, coming to a halt in the middle.
He looked to the other side of the edge, where a smiling face stared back at him. Its creepy smile seemed to split more of the face than was humanly possible. Its eyes were bloodshot and creepy. It was just about horrifying.
“H…heeeeey buuuuuddy,” Mark backed towards the other side of the bridge.
A chill ran down his spine and he turned around to look the other way. Another creepy figure stood at the end of the bridge, smiling with a similar split disposition. Its eyes took in Markiplier, never looking away.
“A-Aaron?” Mark trembled at the familiarity of the creature.
He looked at the other one, causing to stop dead in its tracks. It had started towards him. But, it did not seem to like being watched when it moved.
His head spun around to see the other one stepping onto the boards of the bridge, “Oh gawd! Oh gawd!”
He looked from the one to the other in a panic. He could not find a way around them without possibly getting hurt. He was not sure if getting hurt would kill him, or if taking an injury would be worth escape. They each inched towards him whenever he was not looking at them. So long as he kept looking at each of them, they could only move slowly.
“No thank you!” he yelled at them, “Go away! Go-go away!”
He glanced over the edge, giving it only a momentary look. He did not want the both of them to have enough time to get very close to him. The water running beneath the bridge was rushing, with quite a few thick boulders cutting through white foam.
“I’m not sure that’s safe,” he muttered to himself.
His head spun again to find one standing close to his face. His mouth opened, but he did not scream. Instead, he was befuddled by the creature’s familiar face.
“F-Felix?” he squeaked with surprise.
A howl came from the woods, a voice roaring with a battle cry. Mark flinched, throwing up his hand. It balled into a fist, just as it impacted with the creature’s jaw. It shrieked in pain, but was quickly replaced by the other monster. He turned to punch it, only to be blocked by its hand.
It growled, its mouth opening. More of its face split as its mouth became wide. It leaned forward, trying to bite his face.
With a shout of fear, Mark ducked away from the creature. He ran directly into the other creature, who yowled with pain at being trampled. He turned back to the Aaron creature as it marched towards him.
“Yamimash, you stay the F away from me!” Mark yelled.
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