Child! Markiplier

part 9

It had been three days since Mark was accidentally left by himself in the manor when Wilford sent himself and all the grown-up egos in the house to his void, three days since he bonded with Dark within those few hours, three days since he gained another parent. Wilford was over the moon about it. Happy that Dark and Mark were finally bonding with each other, happy that Dark didn’t see him as his enemy. Yes, he was happy… at first. Within those three days, Wil realized that he could barely spend any time with little Mark, because Dark always came around and snatched his boy up and made their own activities, leaving Wilford alone. Don’t get him wrong, he loved that Dark was spending time with Mark, he just was hoping that he could spend time with him too.

Early that morning, Wilford and Mark were running around the house, Mark holding a fake wooden gun, that could shoot rubber bands. Right now, Mark was hiding behind the couch, reloading his rubber band gun, before pressing his back against the furniture when he heard someone enter the living room.

“Oh Markimoo, where are you?” Wilford chuckled in a singsong voice, causing Mark to stifle his giggles. “You can’t hide from me forever you know?”

Mark took this moment to quickly stand up aiming the gun at Wilford, and fire, watching as the rubber band hit Wilford right in the chest.

Wilford suddenly gasped, clutching his chest, looking at Mark with wide eyes. “Oh no! it hit me!” he suddenly shouted as he stumbled backward, placing his other hand at his forehead. “WHAT A CRUEL FATE!” he shouted as he suddenly did a quick spin before falling to the ground on his back, causing Mark to giggle. “It’s over for m-me, the light… its.. going… dim!” his head then flops to the side as he closes his eyes, sticking his tongue out, indicating that he was dead.

Mark let out a giggle as he ran to Wilford, poking his face with his little hand, watching as Wilford opened his eyes smiling before he stood up scooping Mark into his arms. “Good job, my boy!” Wilford exclaimed giving him a smooch on the cheek, hugging his boy close.

Little Mark hugged his papa back, giving him a tight squeeze. “That was so fun. Thank you fow this rubbew band gun.” he smiled looking at the gun.

“I’m glad you like it.” Wilford smiled, looking at the toy. “It was my favorite toy when I was a kid.”

Mark looked from the toy to Wilford. “This was youws when you wewe a boy?”

“The very same.” Wilford smiled, taking the toy into his hands, looking down at the old toy with a smile. “It was given to me by Damien and Mar-.” Wilford’s smile fell as he clutched the gun before he shook his head, noticing Mark looking at him with a frown. So he just smiled as he handed it back to Mark. “Anyway, it hasn’t been played with for decades so I’ll let you hold on to it for a while, till you are older again.”

Mark smiled holding the toy close. “So what do you want to do now?”

“There you are.”

Both Wilford and Mark jump, turning to see Dark walk in, looking at them both, the pink ego’s smile falling slightly as the dark ego walked in further.

“It’s time for Mark’s nap,” Dark said as he reached for Mark.

“B-But we’ve only been playing for a few minutes!” Wilford said holding Mark protectively.

“Wil, I told you that you two can play for thirty minutes now it’s time for his nap.”

“Well… after a nap c-can we play again?” Wilford asked looking at Dark with pleading eyes.