Dark Heart

The beginning to something... great?

A dimly lit room sat underneath the Markiplier Manor, where a test tube filled with some sort of green liquid held a figure with bright pink wings. This little girl.... she would be the monster of the century! No wait, that cannot be right.... more like the monster of the MILLENNIA! She might just be what everyone would need for a----- [STATIC] 

(Host's POV) 

The Host takes over this story for a bit because the author of this story was caught in an explosion. Meanwhile, the test tube that encases the child stands in front of The Host while he stared in awe at what was in front of him. Suddenly, the machine broke down, the glass starting to crack and liquid begins leaking out. Before he could do anything, pieces of glass began falling out of place before eventually falling all at once, causing the liquid to fall apart at the very seams..... if it even had seams. The child falls onto the ground into the spilled liquid as The Host picks her up. She feels.... soggy and wet. Carrying the child out of there, The Host wonders if this was the best decision. Suddenly, he has an idea to give the child to someone. But who would take a child from a guy who was the one who rescued her? Wait.... he could just simply give the child to Dark! Of course! That's a brilliant idea! Then again, Dark hates children.... but that doesn't matter! All that matters is that she needs to be brought to a good home. 

The Host began his journey bringing her to her new home.... and she was surprisingly light for a girl that looked 9 years old but was really just a few days old! She should be a few pounds heavier, but she weighs no more than a newborn baby.... which is around 5 pounds 8 ounces, which seems a bit unhealthy for her size. This wasn't good, because she should get heavier in a few.... oh, and she's getting heavier already. The Host has spoken too soon. As time dragged on, she was growing heavier by 4 pounds by the minute. By the time The Host has got to Dark's home, the girl was already 62 pounds. The Host was already struggling to carry her before he sneaks into Dark's house and up into Dark's bedroom, placing the child onto the bed before leaving. How Dark nor Wilford didn't wake up to The Host's narration, we shall never know. Meanwhile, the author of this story returns and runs into The Host injured. 

[MY POV :D] 

I limped and ran into The Host before asking, "Host, where the hell is that kid?? I mean... where is the child?" The Host replied subtly, "The Host decided to let Dark and Wilford take care of the child." Sighing, I growled out, "Of course.... just as I suspected. Welp, I just hope that Dark doesn't kill the kid at all. I mean, it's HIS little gift, anyway, so... yeah.", before limping to a dry area underneath a tree and looking at my wounds. My leg was broken, I had bruises on my arms, my hand was cut where I had an old scar, and a bruise was on my eye from what I could feel. Frustrated, I attempted drawing, feeling like history repeated itself. Welp, at least it was the thought that counted.