The Box and The Eye

Old Toys

That art is awesome ain't it? Well I found it on Tumblr (Literally where all the crazy rated R pics are) and it's by "CanofSeptiplierTrash" So check out that page on tumblr for more art.

Anyways, I finally got the second part of "Lonely Hours" finished, I'm sorry I haven't been uploading in like 40000000 years, but I'm here now, so enjoy le SECOND PART! YEE!

"Gosh this is heavy." Mark heaved the heavy box to his floor. He was looking in them to find old things that he might be amusing. He actually didn't know what he was doing 'Im bored, so why not dicover what I have boxed up.' He thought as the scissors cut through the cardboard. "Right down the middle, lets open yer up!" Mark chuckled at his imitation of an Irish accent. "What the- Oh it's all my old keyboards that I havent thrown away..." He said to himself looking up in the air, the dust was surrounding his face. "Yuck...I should do this on camera." A smile formed on his face at his good idea.

Mark got the camera out and moved all the boxes to his recording room. "Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier, and today, I'm unpacking some ol items I stowed away from a long time ago." He said pointing to all the boxes stacked up behind him. "It's a complete surprise to me, as it is to you, because I have no idea what's in these boxes, so if I open something," He threw his hands up, "...and it's not what you would think I would have in my household, I would explain why I have it." He laughed at the thought of pulling something bizarre out of a random box. "Well before this video even happened, I opened this old box of keyboards." The dusty box clouded Mark's camera as he held it up and wheezed. "Ok, that's one box, Oh god.." He started coughing, "Alright, I got a box cutter, not to self, don't trust Mark with a box cutter." Mark started splitting the next box in half with one swipe. "Oh, what's this? O-Oh?" His smile grew into a toothy one as he squinted his eyes pulling out a Tiny Box Tim, "It a wittle Tiny Box Tim, and wook, here's another one, aww." Mark soon littered the floor with fan made Tiny Box Tims and discarded the empty box to the side bringing over a new heavy one to dissect.

"Here we go big guy," He said slowly placing it down considering it might be fan made things again. The cardboard flew up in dust as Mark swiftly used his box cutter like a pizza cutter. "Oh man! I remember these!" Mark had a childish look on his face when he pulled an old nintendo game out of the box, "These were the games on the N64 me and my big bro Tom used to play 24/7." He showed the camera an old Mario game, "Whoa, here's Bomberman! Yes, I loved this!" He pulled out five more games, "Kirby the Crystal Shards, and here's Yoshi Story, oh and my favorite ones gotta be, the classic, Super Mario 64, come on everyone's gotta agree." Placing them all back nice and neatly, he said, "I'm replaying all these, good recording material!"

"Here's another box, that's relatively small, let's see." Frowning not sure where to cut, he made a little slit big enough for his fingers to pry them it open. "Welp, there goes my marbles." The little clear spheres dispersed from the box and onto the floor. "Guys, I lost my marbles, and the box." The box was brutally torn open, he set it aside. "Let me pick them up, sorry for my stupidity." While he was picking them up he ran into a faded pink box that had the words 'Cyndago Sketch Toys' written on it. "Hmmm, what- I don't remember packing this up in my closet. Mark took the box and plopped back in front of the camera with it in his lap. "Hmmm, HMMMM, this box is unique!" Mark screamed like he was hoping to disrupt neighbors "We want to open this with care."

He took his box cutter, "There we go-whoaowhoaWHOa!" His face was in the box with wide eyes. Mark stared at the camera with an innocent smile."Uhum, Umm, well then, I was expecting, movie props, not actual toys," He scoffed. "...not those kind of toys. The 'I Will Not Put This on Camera' type of toy," He said grabbing an item in the box. "Maybe I'll just describe it: It's purple, and long, and there's a black one that looks bubbly, and they all go inside something." He intensly stared at the item in his hand, fondling it and squeezing it, trying to figure out proper words to tell the camera. "It's a plastic dick people, what were you thinking?" Mark blushed trying to remember why he had them, "OH! So why do I have these? Obviously the Cyndago guys and I were going to do some wild sketch, that we just one day thought it was going to be GREAT!! So we went out and bought a lot of these dildo thingys," He wavered one in the air, and quickly shoved it back in the box. "...I never showed you anything, anyways, we never did the sketch, and they decided to stuff these lovely items in my closet." He chuckled remembering the old times.