Child! Markiplier

chapter 3

Dark and Wilford both appeared in front of the septic ego's house in a cloud of black and pink smoke. Dark cracked his neck as stared at the house, his anger unfazed. However, right next to him, Wilford looked like he was having the best day of his life, holding Mark who was smiling a bit singing a song from the 40s called "let the ball roll."

"Play ball, play ball
Everyone likes to play ball
Sometimes you catch it
And sometimes you miss,
But when you miss,
remember this:
Let the ball roll,
let the ball roll
No matter where it may go-." Wilford sang, bouncing Mark up and down.

"Would you stop that!" Dark snapped, staring at Wilford with anger.

Wilford glared at Dark, dramatically gasping, causing Mark to giggle. "Aw have a heart Darkipoo."

"It's okay Wilfowd I'm feeling bettew now." Mark smiled.

Wilford smiled ruffling Mark's hair. "As long as your happy my boy."

"Well, at least he can speak full sentences." Dark whispered shaking his head, grinding his teeth. "Let's just get this over with." He then walked up to the front door, Wilford following close behind.

"Can I be put down now please?" Mark asked looking at the ground.

"Well... okay but you hold my hand the whole time until we get in the house," Wilford said sternly, putting Mark down. "Understand?"

"Yes, Wilfowd," Mark answered as he clung to Wilford's hand, looking up at him. To Mark, Wilford seemed like a pink giant, but a gentle one at that. He didn't know what it was but he felt safer around Wilford now instantly becoming a father figure to him. Must be the child part of him shining through.

But Wilford wasn't the only one who made him feel safe. In a way... Dark did too. He didn't know how, but he did feel safe in their presence more relaxed.

They made it to the porch, when Dark rang the doorbell, waiting for someone to answer, a scowl forming on his face as he stared at the door. When no one answered his frustration only grew as he rang the doorbell once more before banging his fist against the door rather harshly, causing Mark to jump.

Mark started to feel uneasy, as let go of Wilford's hand clinging to Dark's pant leg, causing Dark to jump.

His eyes snapped down to the child, anger visible on his face. "What on earth are you doing?!" He snapped, causing the boy to flinch, but instead of pulling away, he clung to Dark's leg tighter, squinting his eyes shut.

"He might be a little nervous Darky." Wilford guessed patting Mark's head to reassure him. "Give him a break."

Dark stared at Mark in annoyance, seeing his big child-like eyes stare up at him, looking for comfort but he only looked back up at the door sighing in anger, ignoring the child. "This has to be the worst day in existence." He whispered harshly as he banged on the door once more, a little harder this time.

Mark slowly looked down, feeling kind of hurt. Almost to the point, he wanted to cry. But he should be used to Dark's harsh nature by now... right? His thoughts were interrupted when he felt someone pat his head. He slowly looked up, seeing Wilford smile down at him.

"Dark's being dramatic as always." He smiled, giving him a wink, chuckling as Mark gave him a little giggle.

Suddenly the sound of the door lock made a click sound, causing their eyes to cast to the door, seeing the door handle twist. Mark whimpered, hiding further behind Dark, but Dark ignored him, his eyes cast to the door as it slowly opened, revealing Chase, Jack, Schneep, and Jamie on the other side, all staring at them confused.