Chapter Text
Mark was nervous about his mother meeting his egos. While he was sure that they wouldn’t hurt his mother, he was worried that she would find them to be unsettling or scary. Sure, some of them were innocent enough, but... well, the others could pretty much speak for themselves...
Still, he drove his mother to the safehouse that Dark was running and let them all know that she would be coming over and to at least try to clean up. Apparently Benjamin and Maidthan had whipped them all into a cleaning frenzy, which Mark was grateful for.
When they pulled up to the house, Dark was waiting outside to greet them. He stood tall with his hands clasped behind his back, looking like a broody gentleman.
“Ms. Fischbach,” he greeted. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Oh!” Ms. Fischbach smiled. “So handsome with the fancy suit!”
To Mark’s surprise, she reached up and straightened Dark’s tie before smoothing out his lapels.
“Mark, how come you don’t wear suits?” She asked. “Look how handsome you would look...”
Mark chuckled, but then his eyes widened when his mother wrapped her arms around Dark and hugged him.
“So nice to meet you,” she said. “You are my son’s creation, so you are family too. I brought chicken and dumplings for everyone! Cooked it all in a big pot.”
Dark was blushing softly as he slowly moved his arms to return the hug. He felt an odd warmth flow through him, one that he had not felt in a very long time.
But then... no one had ever really hugged him like this before...