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Who's That Host?

"Why are you laying on the floor?" Dark didn't think it was possible to sound any more confused, annoyed, and disgruntled than he had in that sentence. He tapped his foot irritably as he eyed the strange tv show host who'd been sprawled out on the floor counting seconds with his fingers.

"Shh," Bim hissed at Dark, motioning with his hand for him to get out of the view of the camera. "C'mon, Dark, I'm doing a pop-up introduction, it'll be cool. Watch."

Dark, having dealt with all of Wilford's shenanigans for the past five years, was unfazed by the peculiar notions of Bim Trimmer and stepped away to behind his booth as Bim had requested earlier that day. He had no desire to be there but he supposed if he wanted Bim's support, this was the way to do it.

That second, Bim lurched to his feet, grinning and bouncy as he introduced himself to the cameraman recording him live. Bim had always had a fear of cameras but having a cameraman to look at rather than a glaring lens helped him get over it. He spoke calmly, loudly, excitedly to the man, who the rest of them knew as "Jim", who stood behind the camera.

"We've got a great show for you all tonight, just you wait. Before I explain, I'd like to introduce our lovely guests for the evening." Jim panned the camera away from Bim who'd clasped his hands together excitedly, to the three standing booths on the left side of the stage. Behind each of them, stood three egos. Darkiplier, Wilford Warfstache, and The Host. Dark had his arms crossed, a scowl across his pale lips as he glared at Jim around the camera. He found, in amusement, that the entire camera shook a bit when Jim made eye contact with him.

In the center, Wilford Warfstache was preoccupied with his pink mustache, twirling it fervently as he muttered something to himself in his accented voice. Dark shot him a sideways glance and he immediately shut his mouth, lifting his head to grin at the camera. His jubilant aura returned as he waved brightly at the camera.

Further down on the end, was The Host. He stood quietly, thoughtfully, narrating the event under his breath as the camera panned to him. "The camera slides over to The Host who nods to the cameraman behind it, a warm greeting exchanged in an introduction. The camera then pans back to Bim Trimmer, the host of tonight's show."

"Thank you, Hosty! You're doing absolutely wonderful. I'm glad you were able to make it." Bim coos as he claps his hands to begin explaining the show. He speaks quickly, explaining a sort of quiz based game called "Who's That Host?" where the egos had been tasked with answering trivia questions about Markiplier.

"First up, Darkiplier, for 200 points, what is Markiplier's favorite color?" Bim's smile glowed brightly as he regarded Dark, awaiting his answer. Dark, on the other hand, was fuming. How had he managed to get stuck with the simple color question? Of all people? The only colorblind person in the entire studio ended up with the color question.

After a long moment, Dark finally answered quietly. "Blue."

"Hmm... no... the correct answer was red." Bim corrected Dark, shaking his head. How disappointing. The controlling ego of their shared host didn't even know his favorite color.

"The Host and Wilford try to contain their amusement as Bim begins shaking his head at Dark. What Bim didn't realize, was that Dark was colorblind." When The Host finished, a bright rosy blush blossomed across Bim's cheeks.

"Isn't that unfortunate? Apologies, Dark." He cleared his throat, ignoring Dark's glare, and turned to Wilford.

After what seemed like ages of difficult questions for Dark and Wil and easy questions for The Host, they were down to their last two cards. Bim's expression twisted into a scowl as he read both cards, turning them over and shuffling them, before holding up the one in his left hand eagerly.

"Next question! For 400 points, how old was Mark when he lost his first canine tooth?"

The bewildered expression on Wil's face was enough to bring a smirk to The Host's face as he imagined it in his mind. Wilford's words came in sputtered jumbles as he tried to imagine whatever year Mark could've started losing baby teeth. "Well, uh, hmm... four?"

"Oh! I'm sorry, Wil. That is not correct. Mark was five when he lost his first canine. You were so close!" Wil shot Bim a glare as well, curse words flowing, only to be censored by a slight beeping. His complaints were quickly ignored as Bim turned to The Host now.

"And for 1,000 points and a chance to win the entire game, Hosty boy, we've got a tough one for you. You think you're up to it? Great! Here's the question," music played in anticipation of the thousand point question as Bim shuffled his question cards dramatically. "What is Markiplier's full name?"

"The Host believes a question of this complexity is unfair for him to answer, compared to the other contestants. However, the answer is quite simply, Mark Edward Fischbach." The Host spoke softly, his head bowed slightly, turned away from the seething glares the other two sent his way. He heard Dark tell Wil it wasn't worth it to get his gun out. It hurt to hear that Wil wanted to hurt him but he wasn't surprised. He was used to it.

What he wasn't used to was Bim Trimmer's arms wrapping around him in a great bear hug, pulling him out to the center stage to announce that he'd won the game. As Bim whooped and cheered, The Host found himself smiling lightly to himself. Even if he'd only received easy questions, he'd outdone two of the most powerful egos alive and at the same time, received the loving attention of the cheerful tv show host.

"Thank you all so much. I hope you all enjoyed tonight's episode of "Who's That Host?" and I will see all of you in the next episode! Until then, stay cheerful my friends!"