Mark found the trek to what the characters deemed the Rift of Doors to be longer than he expected. His heels were starting to throb painfully. He wanted to stop and take a break, but all of the characters – or at least the ones who came – were energetic and ready to keep going another hundred miles.
Mark growled with frustration, “When can we stop for a break?!”
“We must get there!” Tiny Box Tim said, eagerly bouncing at the head of the group.
“But I’m so tired!” Mark whined, with despair.
“The longer we put this off, the stronger the slenderman gets!” Tiny Box Tim argued.
“It’s true, it just keeps on feeding,” the bear agreed.
Mark hesitated, thinking over this. He was not really sure what he would do when he faced the slenderman. Trying to beat the slenderman game was near impossible, though the character in the videogame was usually unarmed. Mark was not armed though. He did not even have pants on. He was not sure what he could do against a slenderman that a three hundred pound bear could not do.
“I don’t understand how it could keep getting stronger if you guys can’t keep getting stronger,” Mark said.
“The slendyman has its origins in that game dat’s popular with the twelve year olds,” the pug explained, through its heavy panting, “But the slendyman also feeds on the Markimash. And the Markimash hasn’t been stopped up to dis point.”
“Ick…” Mark winced with disgust. He usually joked about the not-safe-for-work side of his fandom, but he was not fond of the fanfictions that crossed the line. “I am very fond of the idea of making the Markimash disappear and go away,” Mark replied, “I think I have something to gain from all of this too.”
“Let’s focus on getting the other youtubers first,” the bear said, “Then we can focus on the Markimash and what we’re going to do.”
Mark started slowing down as a whirring sound caught his ears, “Wh-”
A loud bang blasted his ears as the ground exploded. The world started shattering around him as fragments started splaying upwards. The fragments stopped moving in mid-explosion, but Mark was flung off to land on another area of ground.
When he managed to recover, he looked around at the strange environment. The ground’s upper layer was white, but the inside beneath that layer appeared to be a brownish green. Mark could only wince at the color.
“Looks like poo,” he gagged.
“Mark!” he heard Tiny Box Tim call out to him.
“Tiny Box Tim!” Mark called out. He could barely see the small box bouncing on top of a frozen rise of the ground. “I’m coming Tiny Box Tim! Just stay right there!” he bellowed, as he raced towards the rise in the ground.
He came to a sudden halt where the ground gave out. Below was bleak grayness. It looked like death at the bottom of a Minecraft map.
“Dammit!” he barked, as he headed left to go around the hole.
Another blast hit the ground, sending more shards of ground up into the air. This time, being unaffected, Mark was able to watch the spectacle. From a distance, it looked so cool. But as he looked up to see a giant floating ball that flung what appeared to be baby balls, he realized how terrified he should be at the situation.
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