Results of A Rather Horrid Bet And Dispute [a Markiplier Fanfiction]

Scene 9, 10 On The Road Again

Ally's POV

"I'm proud you broke these horses, Mark. I looked over at him he was pretty beaten up. A black eye, a bloody nose, hair messed up, gauze around his right arm, his head and, left leg. He had huge bruises in many places. He looked at me as he held on to the reins of his horse lifted his right arm and said in a manly voice. "It takes a manly man to tame a horse." He punched his chest when he said man. "Ow" he looked down at his arm all covered with gauze. "Don't worry Mark, it's nothing that a good nights rest won't help." I said. I looked to see an abandon camp site to my left. "Speaking of places to sleep." I steered my horse to the abandon tent in the woods. "I wonder why it was abandon." I said. Mark fell asleep as soon as he lay his head down. I turned the light out and fell asleep.

Scene 10

Markipliers POV

I woke up just a couple minutes before 600 AM. I saw something reaching into out tent. It was a furry reddish-brown arm with a hook for a hand. I screamed witch woke up Ally. "What's wrong!?" she said. "Foxy's..." the arm was gone and, I'm pretty sure I heard robotic noises heading away from the tent. "Foxy? What!?" Ally said. I heard the whinny of both horses outside. Which was reassuring because it meant the horses hadn't gotten scared away. "It's nothing," I said, "Just go back to sleep." Luckily that wasn't hard for her and for some reason it wasn't so hard for me.