Sweet-something

Mark groggily sat from his bed, grudgingly rubbing his eyes. It was way too bright. And early. And maybe he could try to get some more sleep if he tried? Worth a shot. Stretching his arms, Mark slowly lowered himself on his bed again and curled up, resting his hands beside his head. Smile creeping upon his face, he sighed happily at the thought of the quiet atmosphere around him. Suddenly, the door slammed open, much to Mark’s dismay. Growling in irritation, he sat up and snapped his head towards the direction of the intruder to reveal Wilford Warfstache. “Good morning~” the other sung. Mark nearly spit, settling for narro

Mark read the letter over and over again. He needed to get back out there to his fans, for them. How could he help them if he couldn’t record, if he couldn’t talk to them, if he couldn’t see him. The name on the letter was just one; one fan that needed him. He was failing them, and it was breaking him apart. “M-Mark…?” Hearing his name called, Mark spun around to face a teary-eyed Fairy. “Fairy? What’s wr-” He was interrupted by arms around his body and a head burying itself in his chest. “Fairy?” “I’m sorry I haven’t been here for you lately. So so so so s

Punk had been gone for way too long. It was strange that he wasn't there for Fairy in the morning, but he wasn't there for him the whole day. He felt so lonely. This feeling was eating him alive and there was nothing he could do for it now. There was no one to fill this empty feeling the way Punk did. Where had he even gone? Maybe Wilford knew, he always knew the whereabouts of the fellow clones. Perhaps he knew what happened to Punk? Fairy knocked on his door and eagerly waited for an answer. The door finally swung open and Wilford stared at him haughtily. "Yes?" Fairy avoided eye contact and uncomfortably shifted under his gaze. "So....

Google stood in the corner of the aphotic room. It wasn’t dark because of the lack of lights, but because a black and ominous smoke shrouded the room. Google detested the idea of watching the provenience for all this trouble, but he received an order and planned on carrying it out. The nascent  copy at the source of the clouds of oil-black had grey flesh. Interesting enough, his eyes remained blank: nothing but the whites of his eyes. Thankfully the door opened, letting smoke seep out. Google scowled as he witnessed not Wilford, but Fairy enter. Perfect. “Google?” Fairy coughed and swatted at the air. “Please give di

Fairy and Punk walked down the paved road, the half-moon guiding their way home. Hands intertwined, Fairy’s face held a constant smile as he swung their arms back and forth. There was a long silence, but it wasn’t bad. In fact, it was nice. No words had to be spoken between them, but they still enjoyed the company. One of them, however, was clueless to the thoughts plaguing the other’s mind. “Hey, uh… Sparkles?” “Hm?” “Y’ said this plan… it’ll ‘elp us… be ‘appy. Wat do y’ mean by that?” Fairy narrowed his eyes in confusion and glanced at P