The Party At The Parade

The mix up

Garroth (Pov)

I woke up to a thud in my own little hell. I look over to where the sound came from, there laid a limp figure, he looked so familiar. Wait but he said-

"Well, well, well. Looks like my men were wrong. But your brother was clever, trying to get by by taking off his mask but we eventually put the pieces together, even seeing through his fake name," he chuckled lowly, "I'll leave you two to talk," he said before slamming the door closed.

I crawled to the limp body, "Zane...," I said putting his head into my lap. I looked at his sleeping face, something's different...

??? (Pov)

I stared at the mysterious man's face. He looks so... so much like him, I thought, but he's been gone for almost a week a-and he promised to never jump...

A tear slid down my cheek as I gently moved his hair out of his face. They look almost identical... No..., more tears slid down my face, No, you're not Sammy. I can feel it.

The sharp pain ripped through my chest, I've grown numb to it. I know he's in pain, I wish I could stop it, but I can't. I looked down at the man, he moved around in his sleep before cracking his eyes open, they were even the same blue.

"Where am I?!," the man asked sitting up, obviously frightened.

I sighed sadly at the man, "You're in my treehouse. I found you falling from the cliff and I got you and took you here," I barely managed to say as more tears flowed down my face.

The man looked at me with a worry expression, "If you don't mind me asking, what seems to be bothering you?"

"It's just you look so much like my friend, you see he's been away for almost a week and he was suppose to have returned two days ago," I said quickly wiping away my tears.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," he said quietly, "My name's Zane."

"Mark," I said giving my best attempt on a smile.(And no. It is not, key word NOT, Markiplier)