Findings

A Little Bistcut

Mark's POV
It's been a few weeks since everyone meeting. Dan and Phil were now a thing and Cassie seemed to have a bit of a crush on Enis. Dodger has already have ship names for us all! Canis, Phan, ect. Anyway, we were walking in a large forest when I started thinking about Sam and how it came to be when a question popped into my head: Is Sam a boy or a girl?I might as well ask Jack. So I did.

"Hey Jack?" I asked when I had a chance.

"Yeah Mark?" He responded in his Irish accent.

"Is Sam a boy or a girl?" He thought for a moment and shrugged.

"I don't really know," he confessed, stroking Sam lightly. Sam started to fly around, obviously wanting to play with it's owner.

"What do you know about Sam?" I asked randomly. I mentally cursed myself for sounding dumb.

"Well, Sam is made of septic that I got ahold of from my father. After an experiment failure when I was 6, Sam came to be so, I guess it wasn't really a failure at all!" He stated,"ever since then, we've been pals! Heck, I had a nickname back in school because of Sam!"

"What nickname?"

"Jacksepticeye," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "My school bully, Cooper, made it up."

"Well... I like it," I shrugged. Jack looked up at me and smiled. His face lit up like he just did the best thing in the world.

"Hey! I have an idea!" He excitedly exclaimed."What if I can make you a little buddy? I mean, I know how to make the septic stuff, if you don't mind..." I thought for a moment before nodding in response. A little biscuit of my own would be amazing!

(Time lord time skip!)

Our little group walked on as we bumped into an old damp warehouse. (Cliché, I know, bear with meh here!) So, being the curious dumb people we are, we wandered in. We decided to split: the pugs, Sam, and Felix stood and guarded outside. Wade and Cassie explored the second floor. Dan and Phil took the top floor. Minx and Tiffany traveled up the back stairway. Bob and Enis made their way to the left wing. And finally, Jack and I took the right wing.

It was just as crumpled as the outside was, only... Scarier, somehow. There were ripped grey walls and dust on every inch of the floor. Cobwebs sprinkled the corners. Empty chairs and empty tables (reference anyone?) were broken down as if someone decided to destroy the place.

But the one thing that caught my eye was a large, cylinder, glass tank that was smashed open. There was also green goo and spots of blood splattered across the ground and whatever else was in the room. Old papers tarred and syringes to go along with it.

I turned to Jack and his face was pure shock and horror. I snapped him out of his trance and he stared up at me with tears brimming his baby blue eyes.

"I know this place," he quietly whimpered,"it's where Sam and him came from." I gave a confused look.

"Who is him?" I asked, concerned.

Jack pointed to a corner where a small wooden chair sat. "Anti," was all he said only...

No one was there.

"There's no one there Jack," I told him. He shook his head and looked away, tears now streaming down his pale face. I held him close and carried him out of the room.

After trying to find a way out, I started to try and find the others when I heard a whimper. Jack shot up and leaped out from my grip. We turned a corner and saw a pile of boxes. Only, one of the smaller ones, was moving. I stalked over and picked it up, turning it around as I did. Then I saw something I definitely didn't expect: a pair of blue eyes that matched Jack's almost perfectly, a big red mouth, and a pair of small black arms with brown spheres for hands.

It's face brightened up and almost immediately said,"Hi! I'm Tim!" He held out his hand and a lightly pinched it in between my index finger and thumb. I've seen a floating eyeball, a half werewolf, a sparkly vampire, plus a whole bunch of other monsters so this made some sense. I guess. I chuckled at his behavior. Behind me, I heard Jack gasp.

"Can we keep him Mark?" He begged, "PLEEEEEAAAAASSSSEEE!!!!???" I nodded and he jumped for joy.

"I'm Mark," I told Tim," and that's Jack. There's also a few more to add to the family, little biscuit."

My little biscuit. My Tiny Box Tim

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