“Wade isn’t here,” the raspy little voice said.
Mark flinched, as the voice came from beside his foot. He gaped with surprise and disbelief at a tiny little box with big anime-style eyes. its body looked like a real box, but its big eyes were blinking with life.
“Mark?” the box asked, “Are you calmed down now?”
Mark took a deep breath, putting on a collected expression. Yet, as he opened out, he started screaming. He flung his arms about and started running around in circles. He roared with outrage, angered at whoever or whatever was freaking him out.
“Mark?” the box asked, unable to call him out of his freaking out.
“I’m freaking out right now! SHUT UP! I’m freaking out!” Mark roared.
“Mark?” the box asked again.
Mark finally stopped moving, panting heavily. He tried to calm himself down though. He had to think about what was going on. He needed to figure out just where he was. He just wanted to get the panic out of his system so that he could focus.
“Are you okay now?” the box asked.
“Yea…yea…” Mark took a deep breath and looked down at the box to study it more closely. It was unmistakable what such an adorably small yet typically normal piece was. “Tiny Box Tim?” Mark asked.
“Yes Mark?” the box asked.
“I need to quit playing drunk Minecraft with Bob and Wade!” Mark chuckled, “It’s screwing up my mind!”
“You’re not drunk yet, Mark,” Tiny Box Tim replied, “Or at least…you’re not drunk enough. We need you though.”
“We? Who’s we?” Mark asked, with suspicion.
“Me and several others…but listen!” Tiny Box Tim pleaded, “We need you! Desperately! It’s our only chance!”
“Chance of what? What’s going on?” Mark asked, with sincere concern.
“NO TIME TO EXPLAIN!” the box bounced into the air, “Come with me!”
“Wait up!” Mark followed the bouncing box, as he led Mark through the bleak whiteness.
The whiteness seemed to curve over the horizon, more so than normal ground did. It was a bit dizzying, until a tall building came into view. It was a grand-looking palace with brightly shining spires.
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