“There you are!” a raspy high pitched voice called.
Everybody turned to see Tiny Box Tim bouncing their way, with Dexter running behind him. Tiny Box Tim had a joyous look on his face, proud of his victory. Dexter looked rather miffed. His eyes were narrowed in a glare, his hands were balled into fists by his sides and he did not look at anybody directly.
“Tiny Box Tim!” Mark called.
“Aww! He’s so cute!” Michelle clapped her hands together.
“Look at his tiny lil’ arms! He’s so adorable!” Jack squeed.
“That actually is really adorable,” Ken laughed.
“My little biscuit!” Mark called, happy to see his little friend.
“You idioooooots!” Dexter hissed.
Mark was mostly quiet as everybody introduced themselves to Tiny Box Tim and Dexter. They were all enthralled with the adorable little box, with his big kawaii eyes. They were interested in Dexter too, most of them being familiar with the childhood cartoon. They thought it was very interesting, though Dexter himself was completely disinterested in their interest in him.
“So, can we focus on creating a plan now?” Bonnie asked, interrupting the introductions, “We’ve got to face the Markimash at some point. If we keep delaying, we’ll only have more problems. It feeds and grows stronger all the while.”
“If we let it keep feeding, we might lose any chance of defeating it,” Cinnabon added.
“If we have any chance at all,” the pug noted.
“Don’t say that,” Felix said, patting the dog’s head, “We’ll be able to do this!”
“Maybe we should get more youtubers?” Michelle offered.
“That might be the best plan of action, at this point,” Ken noted.
“Maybe we can get CaptainSparkles and a few others to help us,” Michelle said, thoughtfully.
“We’d need their respective characters to find their doors,” Cinnabon replied.
“Well…shit…” Bob sighed.
“We’re shit out of luck anyways,” Wade shrugged, “We need some actually weapons…and actual training. Cause like…I went in with pistols and I still didn’t do well against the Markimash!”
“You got caught in its tentacles, like a loooooser!” Mark exclaimed.
“What are you talkin’ about?” Sean proclaimed, “I did just fine! I beat the shit out of two skinwalkers! LIKE A BOSS!” Sean drew his axe and swung it over his head. The SepticEye bounced excitedly on his shoulder.
“How do we get good weapons?” Ken asked.
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