“So he’s leaked,” Dexter sighed.
“What? What do you mean?” Mark asked, as he took a mental step back to analyze this fever dream.
“We were hoping to keep him locked down,” Dexter replied, “But he somehow got out of control.”
“Some of us aren’t created appropriately,” Bonnie explained, “I’m just a configuration of things Wade is known for. I’m not a recurring and fed character. I only survive because of these guys!”
“But…you’re…” Mark looked at the robe and glasses the animatronic wore, “But you’re Bonnie from Five Night’s at Fu- Freddy’s!”
“I know…his arch nemesis!” Bonnie laughed, shaking a fist in the air, “But I’m also…like…totally into Harry Potter. I don’t know…that kicked off somehow.”
“Barely aaaanybody knows I exist anymore,” Dexter added.
“Dexter? But you’re from Dexter’s Laboratory! Everybody loves that show!” Mark said, throwing his arms up.
“You fool! I am an incarnation of Bob!” Dexter proclaimed.
“OH!” Mark exclaimed. The realization hit him like a brick wall. “Oh…from that outfit he wore as Dexter in Minecraft. But then why don’t you look like the Minecraft version of Bob?”
“I’m not the Minecraft incarnation! Your stuuuupid brain doesn’t seem to fit around the fact that my appearance was drawn up from the thumbnails of your own videos!” Dexter’s voice rose with outrage.
“Jeez! Sooorry!” Mark put his hands up defensively.
“Some of us just aren’t popular,” the bear shrugged, “We’re just a background image of what could have been. And we only exist because we work together.”
“Barely anybody knows any of us,” Dexter went on, “Aside from Tiny Box Tim and the SepticEye.”
“The SepticEye?” Mark looked around. A big creepy eye hopped up on its tentacle to catch his attention. “Whoa! That’s cool!” Mark smiled.
“Yes, but not all of us are well known, so in order to survive, we have to work together,” Dexter said, looking sternly at Tiny Box Tim.
“I don’t understand,” Mark looked from one mascot-looking creature to the next, “What does this have to do with the slenderman?”
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