Child! Markiplier

part 8

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The host was quietly sitting at a table in the public library, surrounded by his students who were taking turns reading a page out loud from a book he assigned for them to read, following along with them using a braille copy of that book.

"They carried the sky." a girl read out loud to the group. "The whole atmosphere, they carried it, the humidity, the monsoons, the stink of fungus and decay, all of it, they carried gravity-."

"The host gently asks Stacy to pause on reading, for he is getting a vision through his narrations." the host whispered, as Stacy paused, giving him time to look at his vision in peace. Just as he thought, Wilford somehow managed to send the egos into his void and pass out, leaving them no way out, causing the host to sigh, knowing that little Mark is left alone in the manor. "The host closes his book as he apologizes to his class. He has business to attend to at home."

"Awww man, But I have an hour left before my mom picks me up." a girl frowned looking at her book, watching as the host began to stand.

"Just a couple more chapters." a boy said next, looking up at the host with pleading eyes.

"The host admires your wants to continue but alas he cannot. For a child is left-." The host paused glancing ahead as another vision played through his mind, causing him to grin. "On second thought... The host decides to not postpone this reading session because he has just seen that the child is in good hands." with that the host sits back down, opening his book. "The host apologizes and kindly asks for Stacy to continue."

Mark was sitting on the couch, consuming a peanut butter sandwich and drinking chocolate milk, while watching an episode of Whose Line Is It Anyway? though he was really bored and still pretty scared. A few days ago he would have loved the idea of being all by himself, but now that he was a kid, he hated it. He missed the egos, he missed Amy, ... He missed papa.

Mark let a solemn sigh as he closed his eyes, wishing for them to be home soon when he felt a hot breath on his face along with the sound of panting. He quickly snapped his eyes open and gasped upon seeing Chica right in his face, with Henry right behind her. He blinked about to speak when Chica licked his face, causing Mark to giggle. He then pulled her into a hug, along with Henry. "Thank you, Chica and Henwy." he smiled, watching as the sat on either side of him, resting their head on his lap.

They continued to lay like this for a little while, but that was until Chica's head shot up, looking at the hallway entrance, sniffing the air. Mark didn't think much it until Henry started whining, jumping off and running behind the couch with his tail between his legs, causing Mark to look at him with concern. "Henwy? What wrong-?" Mark froze when Chica began to growl, standing over Mark protectively as she looked down the hall, the hair on her back sticking up as she flared her teeth. "Chica, calm down giwl it's okay." Mark tried, not noticing a dark figure running down the hall, causing Chica to bark before running after the thing.

"CHICA WAIT!" Mark shouted as he jumped off the couch, chasing after her. "What's gotten into you?!"

Chica barked and growled as she was running down the hall, before running up the steps after the thing, watching as it vanished through Dark's room causing her to skid to a stop, growing at the door.

Mark ran up the steps and slid to a stop, beginning to panic when she barked loudly. "Nonono shsh!" Mark began putting a finger to her nose, causing her to instantly calm down, sniffing his hand before licking it. "Stay quiet. I don't want Dawk to-." Mark froze as he heard a soft click slowly looking up at the door to see it open with a loud creak. A cold chill ran down his spine as he backed up, though his curiousness started to get the better of him.