“I don’t understand how that’s possible,” Sean argued, “I’m not much for upper body strength…I mean…I’m pretty boss on my own…but I don’t think I could normally swing such a big axe. This has to be some sort of alternate reality avatar.”
“This oculus is so awesome,” Felix smiled, putting both of his thumbs up.
“You’re not getting it!” Dexter argued.
“They can’t understand it,” Bonnie said, with a shrug.
“You guys have to understand,” Tiny Box Tim interjected, “None of you are wearing an oculus rift. None of you are playing a game. This is not a game. This is a real realm. Reflective of a non-real world you call internet…maybe…but it is real. You’re real. I’m real. This is all real.”
“Shit is getting real,” Felix muttered.
“So, what do we do?” Bob asked, “I mean…if we can die here…why are we here?”
“We…we need you,” Cinnabon said, with a slight whimper in his voice, “We…we’re real. This world of ours is real. And the Markimash…he’s very real too. And he’s become very very dangerous.”
“The more the fans make Markimash fanfiction, the stronger it gets,” Tiny Box Tim added.
“So, we need to stop the fanfictions?” Bob offered.
“NO!” Cinnabon spat, “That’s a stupid idea!”
“It’s pretty dumb,” Tiny Box Tim shrugged.
“We’re not going to escape what the Markimash is doing just because they stop making fanfictions,” Bonnie put in, “The Markimash still exists…and it’s still popular.”
“Wow…I’m glad there isn’t a shipping of me with anybody,” Ken breathed a sigh of relief.
“I wouldn’t speak so soon,” Michelle giggled, “You’ve been shipped with Felix as often as he’s been shipped with Cry.”
“Oh yea…and you were shipped with Cry too,” Felix chuckled.
“That’s…that’s not funny…” Ken pouted.
Mark snickered, “You guys…you guys and your shipping…it’s fun that fans like to make stuff about us…but…”
“I’m going to admit…” Wade hesitated, “I’ve never actually seen any Markimash before.”
“Wait? Really?” Bob asked.
“Yea…no…I don’t wanna see that,” Wade said.
Felix laughed, “It’s disgustin’!”
“What? You looked it up?” Ken asked.
“DON’T look it up!” Mark exclaimed.
“Too late,” Felix shrugged.
“Markimash is disgusting,” the pug agreed.
Mark shook his head at them. Nobody listens. He looked to Tiny Box Tim, who was frowning.
“If we could just focus for a minute,” Bonnie interrupted, “That would be great.”
Sean chuckled at the animatronic’s attempt, “I think we’re a bit too wound up to focus on-”
The crashing explosion of the ground hit their ears loudly. The ground flew up in large chunks. The ground beneath their feet shifted, and they all ran for their lives, desperate not to fall to the emptiness beneath the ground.
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