The fierce battle cries from the woods came screeching down to the bridge. A figure came running from the darkness, arms upraised with an axe in hand.
Mark flinched, turning to run away from the creature pursuing him. The other one was struggling to its feet to pursue him too. Mark did not bother to look over his shoulder at them, he just darted off into the forest on the other side of the river.
“I’m coming Mark!” a voice called from the other side of the bridge.
Mark did not bother to turn back. He did not want to be caught by those monsters. He darted into the darkness, hoping that they might not be able to find him if he hid.
A high pitched scream, similar to the one he heard earlier, came from ahead. It was so much closer though. He felt like if it was lighter he could see whatever was screaming.
“No thanks!” he spun on his heels and ran back, hurrying through the darkness.
“LIKE A BOSS!” he heard a triumphant shout as he darted into the moonlight.
He did not have time to notice how pretty the sky was, as he noted Sean standing upon the slaughtered bodies of the monsters. He held an axe over his head and gave a loud obnoxious scream of triumph. On his shoulder, the SepticEye bounced excitedly.
“Jack?” Mark gaped with surprise at the man on the bridge.
Sean lowered the heavy axe and smiled, “Mark! There ye are!”
“What are you doing here?” Mark asked, both amazed and relieved.
“I opened me door to take a piss and there was the SepticEye!” Sean proclaimed, “It was weird! You would never guess how hard it would be to find a bathroom in an internet dimensional…thingy mabobber!”
“Speaking of which,” Mark’s stomach growled, “I’m hungry…and I could use a bathroom myself. I can’t count how many times I’ve had the piss scared out of me!”
“You bubble blowin’ baby!” Sean laughed, amused.
“What? I’m not a bubble blowin’...”Mark’s voice trailed off to a mumble as he began to admit that he had been as scared as a baby since he woke up.
“Mark! Don’t worry Mark!” Sean patted him on the back, with a gleeful smile, “We’re gonna get out of these scary woods together, and we’ll figure out where Tiny Box Tim ran off to!”
“Tiny Box Tim? Where is he?” Mark asked, concerned for his favorite little box.
“He was with us,” Sean looked around, confused at the disappearance of the little box, “But I don’t know where he ran off to!”
“We’ll just have to find him,” Mark sighed.
“You alright, Mark?” Sean put a hand on his shoulder.
“I’m fine,” Mark nodded, “I’ve just been pretty bamboozled. I don’t even know if it’s just been today. Has it been a day yet? Or am I dreaming? I feel like I’m in a feverish nightmare. Yet, my hunger, pain and exhaustion feel so real. I can’t be tired if I’m sleeping.”
“You-you would be surprised, Mark,” Sean shook his head, “I’ve had a couple of times where sleep seemed less restful than playing a videogame.”
“Let’s just get going,” Mark sighed again. Exhaustion was starting to wear on him.
“Maybe we should find a place to rest,” Sean offered, “Maybe that’d be best. Don’t want to tire out.”
“Don’t slow down on my account!” Mark protested.
Sean waved off the protest, “No no…I’m startin’ to feel a bit tired myself.” He rubbed his arm and rotated it. “Carryin’ that axe everywhere is hard work,” he explained, as he swung it over his shoulder to hang on a strap on his back.
“How heavy is that thing?” Mark asked.
Sean shrugged, “I’m not sure. I-”
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