Mayhem of Darkness: The Rewrite || A Find the Markers Fanfic

Chapter 4: Close, Yet Out Of Reach

Seeing Purple getting whisked away in front of you gifted you with the burst of energy you needed. Finding Markery wasn't just a goal of yours anymore — it now served as a rescue mission.

    Bolting toward the Factory, your ears echoed your own footsteps and the worried chatters of the other Markers who witnessed the scene. Part of you wanted to gather more information from them, but you resisted that strong urge. Saving Purple was top priority.

    Once in the Factory, you ran past Security Marker, jumping down into the crate leading to the Basement. You landed in a cool action pose, which made your anger simmer down a bit. It wasn't enough to extinguish it, though.

    "Hey, Y/N?" Oopsie Marker called in their usual messed-up manner. "What's happening?"

    "Just a bit of chaos," you replied quickly. "I'll fix it, don't worry."

    "What about Purple? Why can't he fix it?"

    You hesitated, hand touching the small rocketship. Your breaths were relatively quick, but you kept them silent in order to keep your words clear. "Purple's not here right now. I'm going to go find him."

    Oopsie was about to say something, but you didn't quite catch it before you were teleported to the otherworldly environment of Mars. As soon as everything was correctly loaded in, you sprinted toward the very edge of the map.

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They're coming closer, Markery, the voice said.

    Really? How close are they? Dark Markery asked. Pulling this kidnapping stunt has probably been the most exciting thing in a while.

    The collector is approaching the Void.

    Wow, already? They're fast...

    "Ahem, sorry to break the very unsettling silence, but this is very awkward," Purple commented. Markery turned to face him, and he continued on. "Listen, I know you're my captor and all, but I'm longing for some social interaction. So... conversations, please!"

    The way Purple's talking... He's pushing all the touchy-feely buttons in Markery's memory without even meaning to. He crouched near Purple's jail cell, one hand holding a bar. The metal felt cold and refreshing at first, but it soon became warmer, much to his displeasure. Dark Markery rolled his eyes, sighing with an unamused tone. "Fine, fine. Go on then, speak."

    Purple congratulated himself with a silent "yes!" before saying, "Okay, first up: What's your name? I think I asked this, but I don't think you answered."

    Markery hesitated, afraid that answering this question might spark a couple of things. He pushed those irrational worries aside. "Dark Markery," he responded.

    "Dark Markery... All right!" Purple exclaimed. "Second off: Why am I here? I don't think I asked that yet, but it seems like a logical thing to ask."

    "Ah, all right," Dark Markery muttered. "Well, to put it short, you're here because I know a certain someone is going to try and 'rescue' you. That urge to bring the world's favorite person back will lead them right to me." Obviously, he's leaving out an extremely important detail, but that'll be revealed later.

    "Soooo I'm bait for this person, basically?" Purple assumed. "And the person is Y/N?"

    "Yes, and yes." Dark Markery snickered. "Nice to see that you catch on quickly."

    "Thanks!" Purple exclaimed, tone a bit too happy for Markery's liking. "So... What're you going to do once Y/N gets here?"

    "That's a special thing for you to find out later. "The lilac-capped Marker retracted his hand from the bars, walking away but still within earshot.