Archive of Our Own ^beta

Chapter Text

(Author's Note: For context, this was first brought up on Discord when I said I could probably write a better Piggy Novel than the actual Piggy Novel. So I decided to try. This by all means does not mean I'm good at writing, nah, I just wanted to do this for fun. I'll definitely be doing this for all of Book 1, and if there is enough demand, Book 2. Without further ado, here is MoonlightMeowstic's Piggy Novel, Chapter 1)

I stopped the car outside of the big green house, and opened the car door. Walking over to the sidewalk, I looked up at the house. “Well, this is the last place that Georgie Piggy was last seen,” I said. I stood there for a bit before starting to walk down the path to the house. Halfway there, I heard a noise that sounded a bit like a branch cracking, and paused. “What was that sound?” I asked, looking around. I didn’t see anything to my left or right, and continued walking. Just before I reached the door, I heard something that sounded like footsteps, and before I could look to see what it was, I felt something hard hit my head and blacked out.

When I finally woke up, I saw that I was surrounded by gray brick walls, and was sitting on a floor that felt… strangely earthy, as if it were dirt instead of floor. There was also a bench near to where I was, and a door locked by an orange lock. To my surprise, I wasn’t tied up, so I was able to stand up relatively easily, despite the dizziness that hit as soon as I did. Peeking around the staircase leading upstairs, I also saw a small room with a blocked-off tunnel. There was also a purple-colored key and a wrench. Grabbing the wrench, I walked slowly up the stairs and creaked open the door. The house was very simple on the inside, with a way to the kitchen next to the door I opened, and a hallway on the other side of where I was. The door to the front of the house, unfortunately, was blocked off. I did see a place where I could use my wrench, though, so I fiddled with the panel until it turned green. Slipping the wrench into my pocket, I heard the sound of a crash. Not wanting to stick around, I ran into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, I quickly took note of its setup, just in case I needed somewhere to run or escape. Picking up a green key on a bench, I decided to head down the hallway on my right to investigate. I found a door locked by a green lock, and decided to see if the key would work on it. Unsurprisingly, it did work, and the lock fell to the ground with a resoundant thud. Quickly opening the door, I spotted a red key and a hammer. Switching the green key for the red one and grabbing the hammer, I headed out into the main room… where I saw someone. An individual with a red dress who looked strikingly similar to someone I’ve seen in pictures of the Piggy Family. But no, it couldn’t be her. In any case, they headed towards the kitchen, and I waited until they were inside before I bolted upstairs.

On the second floor, I pushed open the door that led to the bedroom. There wasn’t anything that could immediately help me there, but there was a yellow safe. I kept its location in mind and decided to head up one more floor. Heading up the stairs, I saw a door similar to the green door, except this time with a red lock. Unlocking it with the red key, I picked up a blue key and walked out of the room. Oddly, there was a large gap in between the two halves of the attic. I remembered that there was a large plank in the red door room, and picking it up, I carefully placed it down so I could walk over to the other side. Another panel was there, with a wire that led underneath a door. Walking over and opening the door, I spotted a peculiar sight. “Lasers?” I said in disbelief. “Who would have lasers in their house? Well, I can probably shut them off using the panel,” and I walked over to the panel, doing just that. A loud shutdown sound then played, and heading into the door, I found a green gear and a purple key. “Well this just keeps getting weirder and weirder,” I said. “A green gear? Who would put that in their attic?” There was also a vent heading down to the second floor. I felt nervous about going down it, but figured it would be much quicker than the stairs. Taking a deep breath, I fell through the vent and hit the second floor with a loud crash.

“Ow, that hurt.” I said, after landing. Walking over to the catwalk, I once again saw the individual on the main floor. I realized I needed to use the hammer to get the planks off of the door, but I couldn’t do it right now because the thing was there. Looking closer I realized that they didn’t just look similar to a member of the Piggy family… but they were one. “Oh no…” I said softly. “Oh no, no, no, no…”

The person in the house was Penny Piggy, Georgie’s older sister. Suddenly, Penny looked right up at me, her eyes all blacked out except for a red pupil, which flashed. She started running up the stairs, and in a panic, I ran into another room, opened up a window quickly, and jumped out, without thinking about what would happen. Once again, I landed on the ground hard. “I’m surprised I haven’t broken a bone yet.” I said. That’s when I noticed the shed, which had a blue key. Opening the door, I found a yellow key and a purple safe. Opening the safe, I found… a gun. “Okay, now this is just getting ridiculous,” I said, picking it up. “A gun? What’s the point of that?” Though now that I think about it, it did explain why there was ammo just scattered around the house. I even picked some up. I picked up the yellow key, and walking over to the well, I got an orange key. That’s when I noticed a panel for gears, and I put the green gear in. “Now I just need two more, a red one and a blue one.” Heading around the shed, I noticed a boarded up hole in the ground, and hit the boards with a hammer, before going inside.

After crawling through a tunnel, I took off another board from the end, realizing I was back in the basement where I started. Running over to where the orange door was, I opened into a garage where the two other gears were. Then I quickly ran upstairs and took the planks off of the front door. Penny then appeared in the kitchen and I pointed the gun at her. “I am… so so sorry about this,” I said, before I shot at her. Penny was knocked back a little bit, but to my surprise did not fall down, like I expected her to. “Huh, I guess she’s stronger now?” I didn’t stick around to see what would happen, and ran into the bedroom to open the yellow safe.

After easily opening the safe to reveal a code, I remembered seeing a codepad downstairs. Creeping over to the stairs, I saw that Penny had now disappeared, meaning she was definitely on the move again. Quietly moving down the stairs, almost tripping as I did, I inputted the code into the codepad, which beeped to indicate that it was correct. Unfortunately, I was not done, as I was only missing one more thing: A white key. “Why does this house need so many keys?” I asked myself. I wondered if that was what the gears were for, so I opened a door to my left… and saw Penny staring down at me. As she raised her bat to hit me, I ran into the kitchen, slipping on the floor and crashing into the table, before scrambling up onto the kitchen counter and getting out the window.

Quickly shoving the gears into the panel, the well started to pull a bucket up, revealing a white key that had somehow not fallen out. Breathing heavily, I grabbed it and looked at it. “Now to get out of this awful, awful place.” I looked at the back door, which was rattling, and slipped through the window quickly before Penny could get outside. Running through the kitchen again, this time being careful not to slip, I unlocked the white lock and wrenched the door open. “I’m free…” I said, almost not able to believe it. “I’m free!” I ran out of the door laughing almost maniacally. I spun around a little bit before falling and sitting on the sidewalk, laughing and crying. “That was one of the worst experiences of my life, and as a detective that’s saying a lot,” I said. After a while, I finally calmed down, and, brushing the gravel and dirt off my pants, grabbed my radio. “Hey Doggy?” I said, hoping he would hear me. I stood there for a while before he finally responded. “Detective? What’s going on? It’s my day off!” he said. I took a few shaky breaths before I answered. “I need you to meet me at the station. I have something I need to discuss with you.” I heard him sigh on the other side of the radio before he said “Alright. I’ll be there in a bit.” I cut the transmission and headed out to my car, not realizing that this was just the start of the longest adventure I would ever go on.

Rere’s Epilogue Request

(AN: Rere wanted me to write an epilogue. He had been mentioning Markiplier as something I should've added, and I stated that he had died in the Garage and Player didn't find him. So he wanted me to write an epilogue as a sort of "redemption" for Mark's death. Just a warning that there is going to be a lot of Penny bullying in this epilogue, so if you're not comfortable with that, please skip to the replies section or click off this post)

Penny was walking around the house alone. She had nothing to live for in her sad, pathetic life, not any more. Just spending her days walking around her sad, empty house. There was someone here, but they were gone now, because Penny was so pathetic she didn’t get any friends. Her family was all gone, because Penny was so sad her family left to get away from her bad vibes. So she did nothing but wander around sadly. Suddenly, she heard loud footsteps coming up from the basement. She watched it, thinking nothing would happen, when the door slammed open. Out stepped a very buff man with a mustache. “Omg, Markiplier!” she squeaked. “I thought you were dead under my car!”

“I always come back,” he said. “But you won’t!” He punched Penny so hard that she crashed through her front door and landed in the street 5 blocks away. As she died sad and pathetically because Markiplier was just so cool, a hand came and dragged her into the depths. “Who are you?” she said weakly, because she was pathetic. “I am TIO and you are going to join my cult. I don’t take no for an answer.” As she was dragged away, she screamed and cried, because she was sad and pathetic and nobody loved her.

Chapter Text

(AN: I started working on this yesterday after I got home from band, but I lost motivation and stopped. Finished it today, and I think it turned out pretty well! I enjoy doing these rewrites, cause I love adding in stuff that I feel was missing from the originals. Without further ado, here's Chapter 2[hey that rhymed!])

After a while of driving, I finally arrived at the station. Pulling in and parking my car, I walked to the glass doors and pushed them open. “Doggy?” I called out. “Are you here?” Walking into the cold building, I heard the loudspeaker turn on with an echoey sound. “Attention!” said Doggy over the loudspeaker. “If anyone is currently in the building, make your way to the garage! A monster is outside!”

I turned around to see that there was indeed another strange individual outside. I couldn’t make out any details in the dark, but they looked similar to Penny. Perhaps this was another relative? I wasn’t going to stick around to figure out, so I pulled a few chairs over from the desks and blocked off the door so that it couldn’t get in, and then started looking for the garage, grabbing a green key along the way. That’s when I found my first bit of bad news. The door to the garage was boarded up, and now had a wrench panel connected to it.

“Really?” I said. “When were the boards and panel added? I only left a few hours ago!” It was possible that one of the other officers had done it, but I didn’t know if any of them had any electrical experience. Regardless, this was just one more obstacle to get to Doggy. Sighing with annoyance, I turned around and headed downstairs. There was something strange in the station that I didn’t have any explanation for. The room between the area I had just come from and the place with the jail cells now had a strange green river bisecting it, which had definitely not been there when I left. Suspicious now, I carefully crossed the plank placed over it and opened the door to the bathrooms. I then entered the jail and headed over to where the supply closet was. Unlocking it with the green key, I grabbed the wrench and a hammer, and headed back towards the garage. As I approached the green river, I heard a muffled noise, as if someone was banging on a glass door, but I ignored it. Crossing the river, I decided to try something. Taking the green key, I lowered it slowly into the river. A few seconds later, I heard a hissing sound and took the key out. The part I had put in the river was all gone. “It’s some sort of acid,” I said. “Why do we even have that here?”

Crossing the plank with more caution, I walked up the stairs to the garage and used the wrench on the panel, making the little light turn green. Then I tried to take the planks off the door. Unlike at the Piggy house, these planks were nailed on harder and took a while for me to remove, with me having several attempts where I dropped the hammer, fell on the floor, or got the hammer stuck on a plank when I tried to remove it. At one point, the hammer flew out of my hands when I got it unstuck and landed only a few centimeters from the edge of the acid river, which definitely didn’t help my stress levels. Thankfully, I eventually managed to get the boards off, when I heard a loud shattering noise, and something that sounded like a chair hitting the ground. Once again, I was being chased by a monster. I didn’t want to stick around to see what it was. I turned around and headed downstairs, stopping by the room at the bottom of the stairs to grab an orange and blue key.

Walking across the plank to the locked orange door, I found out that the boxes had not been dissolved in acid, which was strange. Perhaps they were made of some stronger material that I didn’t know of? Regardless, I climbed up the boxes to get to the hole in the floor, emerging in front of the stairs to the large office, which were also blocked by lasers. “Is some store having a sale on lasers?” I asked, bewildered. “Why is it that two places that I would not expect lasers to be in have them?” Shaking my head, I deactivated the lasers and headed upstairs to see if there was anything there to help me out. I found a large plank, and grabbed it, as well as making note of the purple and yellow safes in the office.

Heading down the stairs, I started to open a door to head into the cafeteria to get to the jail cells, but I froze. I felt that something was off. Quietly creaking the door open, I saw the individual from before. They were inside now. Sniffing around the cafeteria. They also looked like a member of the Piggy family. I thought for a bit, trying to bring to mind a recent picture of them, and figured out that the one here was likely the mother of the family, Mrs. Piggy. I remembered having a nice chat with her once about flowers. Now she was in the station, any sense of being civilized gone as she bumped into tables and twitched her head from side to side eerily. “What happened to them?” I asked under my breath. Suddenly, from across the room, she locked eyes with me. Unlike her daughter’s, Mrs. Piggy’s eyes were completely blacked out, almost like a mouse’s, except without any shine. We stood there, acknowledging each other, until she started to approach me rapidly. I screamed in fear and slammed the door, running in the opposite direction and smacking my face into the other door. Breathing heavily, I struggled to open the door, and after opening it, I closed that one too and ran to the front room. The glass doors were completely shattered, and my shoes crunched the glass shards as I approached the frame of the doors. I looked out the door. I could’ve run away, taken my car and left this place. But I couldn’t leave Doggy. Leaning against the wall, I put my hand on my head and took a few deep breaths before walking back towards the garage.

Taking the long way to the jail cells, I opened the door to the outside with the blue key, and found an enormous metal shipping container. I walked around it, looking for a way inside, when I found a door placed into the container. Opening it, I found a yellow key and a box of sorts. Grabbing the yellow key, I turned to leave when I heard a ringing sound, as if someone had hit the container with something. I knew then that she was outside. Hiding into a dark corner of the container, I heard the sounds of someone walking and sniffing, as if she were trying to sniff me out. The steps got farther away, and I sighed in relief, after which I heard the sound of a doorknob rattling. In fear, I quickly looked all over the container for an exit, when I saw a small hole to my right that I hadn’t noticed before. I crouched down and crawled out through the hole before making a run for the cafeteria door.

Running up the stairs into the big office, I unlocked the yellow safe and found the white key. I was one more step closer to getting out of here. Running down the stairs and heading towards the garage, I unlocked the door and pushed it open, seeing Doggy next to his red car. “Doggy!” I called out in joy, running over and giving him a big hug. He seemed somewhat surprised, but when you see your best friend again after two terrifying experiences, how can you not give them a hug? “Hey buddy,” he said to me. “What’s wrong?” I explained what had happened over the past few hours, with him quietly listening. “So that’s why I needed you here. Come on, let's go!” I said, starting to walk to the other side. That’s when Doggy grabbed my shoulder. “Not so fast. I ran out of gas when I got here and had to push my car into the garage. We can’t leave until I refuel.” Any hope I had then was lost, and my face fell, with me trying to hold in tears. I was so close, but freedom was still out of reach.

“Hey, don’t be like that,” Doggy said softly. “The station has some gas here, but it’s inside a battery-powered box. If you get those batteries, you can power the box and get the gas.” I looked at him. “I saw a box like that in the garage. I can go get it, but I’m scared. Mrs. Piggy is acting weird, and I’m super stressed out right now,” I said. “Do you want me to come with you?” he asked. “No, no, it's fine, just… give me a second.” He nodded and I slid to the floor of the garage, taking a few deep breaths to calm myself down. Once I was done, I stood up and walked out of the garage and headed towards the jail. I remembered seeing some batteries in the storage closet in the jail.

Grabbing the batteries, I walked over to the door to the backyard, still feeling incredibly worried. I hadn’t seen Mrs. Piggy much inside the station, and I was scared about where she could be. Putting the batteries in the box, the box’s lid opened up and I saw a gas canister inside. Grabbing it, I noticed it felt light, as if there was about half of the gas inside. This was probably going to be a problem in the future, but I just wanted to get out of here as soon as we could. Leaving through the hole again, I carried the canister close to my body, and headed back the way I came to get to Doggy.

A few minutes later, Doggy put the gas canister down. “Okay, we should be done here. Get in.” I opened the passenger door and sat down. Doggy turned on the car, and we pulled out of the garage and headed down the street. I laid my head on the car seat, trying to calm down. Doggy was quiet for a few minutes, before turning to me. “Hey, what’s going on with Mrs. Piggy?” he asked. I turned my head away and looked out of the window. “I… I don’t know.” I said. “But she’s just like Penny when I encountered her. Extremely strong, rather fast, and almost animalistic in nature.” Doggy sighed and shook his head as he looked at the road again. Meanwhile, I looked at the cities as we drove past, seeing the lights stream past. “Listen, don’t worry, we’re… we’re going to find a safe place, and we hopefully won’t have to deal with these things again.” Doggy said. “You don’t have to worry. I’ll be with you every step of the way.” I turned away from the window and looked at him. “Promise?” I asked. He smiled. “Yeah. Promise.”

Epilogue

(AN: Not as dramatic as last time, but should still be enjoyable)

Markiplier was walking around outside the station, being awesome and amazing and cool and amazing. Then he saw a beautiful and super attractive woman with long blond hair and high heeled boots. She looked like a model. This amazing, attractive, and beautiful blond woman walked right up to Markiplier and looked up at him. “Hey there, I’m Lusamine,” she said. Markiplier looked at her. “What do you want?” he asked. She rested her head on one of her hands. “I’ve unfortunately lost track of my entire family. They just disappeared overnight. Such silly gooses. They’ll never survive without me.” she said. She sighed heavily and dramatically. “Oh, what will my dear children do without their beloved mother?” Markiplier looked at her. “Are you sure they didn’t run away from you?” Lusamine’s calm demeanor suddenly dropped away, a cold glare replacing her previously friendly smile. “No,” she said coldly, scaring Markiplier. “They wouldn’t dare to.” Then she clasped her hands and gave Markiplier a bright and shiny smile. “Would a dear like you please help me find my children?” she asked brightly. Markiplier still was somewhat shaken, but he shrugged it off. “Okay.” He grew to a tall size and picked Lusamine up and put her on his head. “If you spot them, just let me know.” Lusamine sat down. “Alright, thank you dear.” she said. And then they walked off towards the next adventure on their journey.

Chapter Text

(AN: Sorry this took so long haha... I had to keep checking the video and I lost motivation a bit.)

As Doggy and I pulled up in our getaway car into the City, the car sputtered before Doggy removed the key from the ignition. Doggy fiddles his hands on the steering wheel nervously and looks at the dashboard. “Hey… how much gas was in that can you brought?” he asked.

“Well, when I first grabbed it, it felt a bit empty… probably half-full,” I responded. I anxiously looked out from the car windows. The City seemed to be mostly deserted, apart from a few stray people wandering the streets. They all seemed to be walking aimlessly, with a few stuck underneath some debris. “Should we help them? Some of them look like they need some assistance,” I said to Doggy. “We’re police officers, after all.”

“Wait,” Doggy quickly covered my mouth and pulled me under the dashboard. “Don’t make any sudden noise.” As confused as I was, I instinctively followed his order. Although we are partners in the police force, Doggy has saved me more than once by doing this. “What’s happening?” I asked.

Doggy raised his head to look, but his expression grew from apprehensive to horrified. As tufts of his fur on his cheek suddenly started to rise upwards, I took a peek myself. Outside in front of us, there was a large swarm of people trudging through the near-desolate streets of the City. All of these people had their eyes glowing, like what I saw with Penny back at the House. Some of them had pitch-black eyes like Mrs. Piggy, and I immediately dropped down underneath the car with Doggy. I nervously turned to him and he looked at me, with the same amount of panic in his eyes.

“Should we wait it out?” he asked. Although it was probably the solution with the least amount of risk, the crowd was just a couple of feet away from where our car was. Doggy and I had already gone through a bit of trouble with Mrs. Piggy back at the Station, but a whole crowd of potentially dangerous people was something we both couldn’t handle. I looked back at where we drove from, and was terrified to see the silhouette of something walking towards us. Doggy had a keener sense of vision than I had, and closed his eyes in worry.

“Mrs. Piggy… she somehow caught up with us.” he said. “How? We literally drove away from the Station as fast as we could.” I replied. It was surely impossible, until I realized that apart from the brief encounter in the Station, I hadn’t seen her at all afterwards. I concluded that she must’ve lost interest in me and somehow got out of the Station before I could give Doggy the gas. The Station itself wasn’t too far away from the City as well, but then an idea sparked in my head.

“We need to go now,” I said. “We should drive back and go to the Station before we’re surrounded.”

“Touche,” Doggy said. He grabbed the car keys, put them in the ignition and hurriedly started the car. However, as he attempted to drive back, the car suddenly coughed up smoke before the front engine exploded into flames. We were both enclosed in smoke and fumes, and Doggy hurriedly opened the car door and pulled me out.

“So much for our plan,” he said. As we were both recovering from the sudden shock from the explosion, I looked around in bewilderment. The explosion and fire from Doggy’s car had caught the attention of both the crowd of people and Mrs. Piggy. As I stood there, stunned at how I messed things up, Doggy kicked away an elephant civilian and pushed a sheep with a hammer back into the horde. “COME ON! WE GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE!” Doggy grabbed me by the wrist and we both ran inside the closest building nearest to us, which was the Gallery.

After we both successfully held the door against the aggressive citizens, we sat down in exhaustion after they seemed to have lost interest in pursuing us. As I panted heavily, I clutched my chest and took a quick glance around the Gallery. Most of the area had been endowed with pitch black darkness, with only a feeble light hanging above us. Despite our limited vision, I could see two doors to my left and right, as well as a set of curving stairs leading up to what should be a second floor.

“Doggy… what do we do?”

“Well, I think we should rest here for the night and wait it out until morning. We should also try and find something to brighten up the place. Maybe this building has a backup generator. How about you search the first floor, while I search whatever is up those stairs?”

“Good plan…” I picked myself up and offered Doggy my hand. “Are you sure we’re going to be fine on our own though?”

Doggy took my hand and got up. “Don’t worry. We’ve already been through one hell of a night already. We just need to see if this place is safe for us to stay and rest.”

“Alright. We should at least arm ourselves first. We will make sure none of those citizens try and attack us…”

Doggy suddenly got quiet and looked at me. “Why do you still call them… citizens?”

“Doggy, those are people out there in the streets. We know them. Penny… Mrs. Piggy… we were both good friends with the Piggy family. Even if they act hostile to us, aren’t they the same people we know and love?”

Doggy sighed and rubbed his forehead with his fingers. “Man… listen to me for a second. These people out there… how do I say it? I don’t think those people are them anymore.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, when I was saving your life back there outside, I looked at the eyes of the people that I recognized and loved. I saw… nothing.”

“Doggy…”

“Think about this… think about Mrs. Piggy. We’ve both talked with her at least once. We were both good friends with her, as you said before… but how can she recklessly attack us like that?”

“...”

“Have you ever looked into her eyes? When she was still herself, she had hazel eyes. She had color and light in them. When I looked at her now, just a few minutes ago… they were pitch-black. None of what she used to be remains in here, and I’m willing to bet that happens to everyone that’s been attacking us.”

I sat back down on the ground. Despite his sudden rambling, Doggy seemed to be right. This was the behavior of every person we’ve encountered so far. Even by now, Doggy was shaken by what he said, as if he didn’t want to believe it himself. Although his face was turned away, the floor beneath him was slowly pelted by drops of his own tears. Even my own dignity scattered into the wind like dust. This was the first time I’ve ever seen Doggy break down. He was tougher than I am, and seeing him completely ruined by this new reality he had figured out was almost heartbreaking.

“Doggy… how about you rest for a little while here? What matters is that we survived. We can’t keep losing hope.” I attempted to pat his shoulder to comfort him, only to have my hand swatted away.

“Forget it. We’ll talk later about this. We have no time to lose.” Doggy sulked away into the darkness of the building, walking upstairs on the spiral staircase. I sighed and decided to check the room on my left first. As I strove past the dinosaur skeleton display in the room, I noticed a hammer and picked it up. I groped the walls for a little bit before exiting out, and I stumbled across a door that was boarded up and locked from the inside.

“Strange… someone attempted to lock themselves in this place before us…” I broke off the boards with the hammer and moved on. As I carefully walked through the first floor, I eventually ran into a door with a green lock on it. I dawdled around for some more before going through some hallways, and eventually finding a room that was blocked off by some lasers.

“The security system is still running…” I looked beyond the lasers and noticed a generator and a lever on the wall. “Eureka! I found it.” I noticed a panel connected to the lasers, and I knew I had to disable the machinery. I walked outside from the set of hallways and called to the second floor.

“DOGGY! Are you okay, man!”

“I’m fine. Did you find anything?” “I found the backup generator. It’s locked behind the building’s laser security system, though. I need something to tear it down, like a wrench.”

“All I found were a few keys. I managed to unlock a few things, but now I don’t know where to use this blue-colored key.”

“Hold on, I’m coming up.” I hastily walked upstairs, almost tripping and falling off the set of stairs. I moped around the second floor and eventually bumped into Doggy.

“Hey, Doggy. Did you find the door?”

“Somehow, yeah. All I found was a green-colored key in the room I unlocked.”

“Perfect. There’s a green-colored lock downstairs. Try your key on that.”

“Also, I might need your help. I can’t get past this boarded up section. Do you have anything to knock it-”

I quickly tore down the boards with my hammer before Doggy could even finish his sentence. “See? Easy as pie, Doggy.”

“Touche.”

Before either one of us could go upstairs to explore what was up there, someone unknown made their presence clear with a frail groaning noise, followed by two blinking lights shined in our direction. Doggy quickly grabbed my shirt and pulled me into a room.

“Doggy, wha-”

“Shh. Wait.”

Before I could ask, I heard heavy footsteps. The white lights waltzed around like a searchlight, before the lights shone in the room we were in. The footsteps got louder and louder. Doggy looked at me and the hammer in my hands.

“Give me that.”

“What- why?”

“We can’t risk it. We don’t know who this guy is or what he wants.”

“Doggy, stop being so paranoid. You could kill someone with that hammer.”

“Just give it, whoever is coming is getting closer.”

Either way, Doggy snatched the hammer out of my hands and got ready to strike. Eventually, the unknown person came into the room, and I realized Doggy was right. I thought that this person had a flashlight, but it turns out the light was coming from his eyes. His eyes were pitch-black with glowing white irises. This person was a pig who wore a green shirt and black pants, topped with a green hat. I recognized him as Mr. Piggy.

Doggy raised the hammer and hit Mr. Piggy square in the back of the head, but it barely showed any effect on him. He charged at us, and we both ran past him. As Doggy ran past the staircase to the third floor, I ran up and searched for something to arm myself with. Doggy had taken the hammer from me during the brief scuffle, and Mr. Piggy seemed to be more interested in hurting me than Doggy.

I managed to find a wrench and a green faberge egg. Grabbing both items, I prepared to face off against Mr. Piggy. However, he never came up. Confused, I ran down the stairs, only to see Doggy and Mr. Piggy fighting each other, with Doggy having dealt multiple hits to Mr. Piggy’s face with the hammer.

“What are you waiting around for? GO! I’ll hold him off.” Doggy swung with the hammer and managed to hit Mr. Piggy square on his left eye, making the blinding light emitting from his pupil flickering out. Doggy tosses me the green key he had found earlier, before using the hammer to knock him in the head again.

I ran down to the first floor with all three items in my possession, only to trip and fall in the dark. I picked myself up, and I grabbed the wrench. After blindly searching in the dark, I found the panel from earlier and deactivated the security system, before pulling the lever and activating the backup generator. In a flash, the entire Gallery lit up.

I ran back out of the hallway only for Mr. Piggy’s body to crash land in the middle of the Gallery, a few feet from where I stood. I looked up and saw Doggy breathe a sigh of relief, as he walked downstairs to the first floor.

“Doggy… what do we do now?”

“First, we should throw him outside. Even though I got him down, I’m not going to sleep well with him around.”

“Good thinking.”

After removing some of the barricades on the door we entered through and threw Mr. Piggy outside, we both went back inside and blocked the entrance again. At this point, Doggy and I were both exhausted. The day had been too draining for the both of us. We sat down on the cold, hard ground to catch our breath.

“Hey… you wanna know what I found funny?”

“What is it, Doggy?”

“You ever saw that Mr. Piggy had a dress on?”

Now that I thought about it, Mr. Piggy did have a very long dress on for some reason. I was confused at this sudden revelation, but then when Doggy started laughing, I joined along with him. Hearing Doggy laugh was like seeing the sun rise. We eventually got up and started searching the rest of the Gallery. No food or water was left inside the place, and we eventually slept on the floor that night.

In the morning, I groggily woke up and stretched my stiff back. “Dang… I’m never sleeping on the floor again.” I looked around and didn’t see Doggy anywhere.

“Doggy? Doggy, where are you?” “Right here.”

I nearly yelped when I heard his voice right behind me. I turned to where he was, and he was standing at the door that was boarded up and locked earlier.

“C’mon. I unlocked the door that had been sealed off. We’re gonna go.”

“A-Alright…”As we walked out of the Gallery and out of the City, Doggy stopped and turned to look at

me.

“Man… I want to talk.”

“About what, Doggy?”

“About how I acted in the Gallery. I was violent and insane when dealing with Mr. Piggy.”

At this point, both of us stopped walking. The wind whistled and blew past us, and I braced myself for whatever Doggy had in store for me.

“Just know that… when I was throwing those blows, I realized I was no more different than Mrs. Piggy or Mr. Piggy. I was swinging around like some feral animal.” Doggy looked at me and grasped my shoulder. “Keep your temper in check and don’t lose yourself, man. You should lose it when you absolutely have to… or if you can’t hold it in anymore.”

“Alright, Doggy.”

“Good. Hold onto your morality. We might not be a monster or a vicious, mindless beast, but there are people that aren’t those things that are bound to be just as terrible as them. If you keep your mind straight and have a bright light, you can go where you need to be.”

“Doggy…” Before I knew what I was doing, I hugged him tight. I didn’t know how long I kept holding him for, but by the time I let go, he looked embarrassed and wiped his forehead.

“Thanks. I needed that.”

“You’re welcome, Doggy… what do we do now?”

“We’ll find somewhere safe. Let’s check the Station to see if we can get anything.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

We both walked off into the horizon, back towards the Station. With Doggy by my side, there was nothing that could best the both of us.

DISCLAIMER: The Gallery is a part of the City in this version of Piggy.

Epilogue

“Digging, digging, digging…” the blond robot said, digging through the dumpsters outside of the Gallery. “Aggravated expression. Why is there nothing of worth here? You’d expect something valuable to be thrown out. A ruined piece of artwork, perhaps?”

As the robot looked down at the garbage angrily, a tall buff Markiplier was walking past with Lusamine on his head. She seemed to be throwing a temper tantrum. “No no no! Where are they?” she wailed, stomping her feet on Markiplier’s head. Markiplier was getting hurt by her tall heels but decided to not say anything because Lusamine was scary. Suddenly he heard the voice of the blond robot. “Who’s there?” he asked, worried. He looked down at the alleyway and saw the robot. She was still digging around in the trash. She looked up at him and smiled eerily, and Markiplier shrank to a normal size. “What’s your name?” he asked. “I do not tell my name to strangers,” the robot said politely, befitting of the maid dress she had adorned herself in. “Big brother would not like me to get kidnapped and die in a stranger’s home.”

“Why are you digging around in the trash?” Lusamine asked, her voice high pitched. “That’s absolutely barbaric!” The robot looked at her. “Angry glare. Do not ask me about my business and I will not ask you about yours.” she said in a level tone. “I would say it is absolutely barbaric for a grown woman to be throwing a temper tantrum on a giant’s head like a toddler.” Lusamine’s face turned red and she took off one of her heels to throw at the robot. Just then, they heard strange noises coming from one of the dumpsters.

“Ughhhh, where am I?” said a pig in a green dress as he poked his head out of the trash bins. The three people out of the dumpsters looked at each other and looked back at the pig. “Who are you?” asked Markiplier. “Oh, I’m Mr. Piggy and I’m cool I guess. I like playing football and doing stuff.” he said. Then he shook his head. “No, that doesn’t sound right.” The blond robot approached him. “Walking, walking. Why are you in the dumpsters? That’s where the trash goes. Are you trash?” she said. “No no no! I’m not trash! I was thrown in here by a cop!” The robot tilted her head. “I think you are trash. After all, only trash belongs in the dumpster.” She walked closer to the bins. Mr. Piggy started to freak out. “No no no no! Don’t do this! Don’t-” he started, before getting cut off by the slamming of the dumpster lid. The robot turned back to them. “Wide smile. He should be gone by morning.” she said. Lusamine and Markiplier looked at each other. “Do you want to come with?” Markiplier asked. “Nodding. Yes, I would like to,” said the robot. She climbed onto him as Markiplier grew tall. As they headed off to their next adventure, Lusamine asked the robot a question. “What’s your name?” The robot continued looking at the horizon. “You may call me Cyn.”

Chapter Text

(AN: Sorry for the delay, y'all! I lost motivation really hard after writing the intro and just couldn't pick it up again... oh well. 4 down, 8 more to go!)

“Doggy?” I asked after a while. “Where are we going to stay?” We had been on the run for a while, so long in fact that he was just carrying me so I didn’t collapse on the floor. “There’s the forest nearby,” he said. “There’s a small clearing for people to camp in. We’ll stay there until this whole thing blows over or we find help.” I nodded as we continued towards the forest. After a while, we reached the campsite within the forest. Doggy set me down on a log bench as he grabbed the bags containing the tents that we had taken from the camping store. “I’ll set up the tents,” he said. “Give me a second.” He walked over to the campsite clearing and started working on putting up two tents. Meanwhile I started thinking about what our plan would be.

After our adventures at the Gallery, I knew that this situation was far more than an isolated incident, especially if it had affected more than just the Piggy family in such a rapid time. Was it a disease? An accident? Some sort of event? I didn’t know. All I knew was that I didn’t want to get close enough to find out.

“Hey, I’m done here,” Doggy said, walking over. “You think you’re good enough to walk?”

“I’ll try,” I said, pushing myself off the ground. I walked slowly towards him, almost falling in the process. “Clearly I’m still not in top form.”

“It's all good,” he said, grabbing my shoulders to steady me. “You’ve had a long day- heck, a long week. You deserve some rest.” He walked me to one of the tents and opened it. Inside was a small lamp and sleeping bag. Not much, but it was enough. “Get some sleep, okay?” he said. “I’ll keep watch.”

“Wake me if you need me, okay?” I said, lying down in the sleeping bag and closing my eyes.

“I will. Don’t worry about me. Get some rest.”

I don’t know how long I was asleep for, but it felt like I had only closed my eyes for a few seconds before I was woken by the sound of a dog barking. Doggy, I thought. I wanted to go check on him, but I was too tired, and the sleeping bag was so warm… but then I heard a scream.

“Help!”

It was as if I had just drank a cup of coffee. Adrenaline rushing through my veins, I ran to the entrance of the tent and ripped it open. I gasped at what I saw, tears starting to swell up in my eyes.

Doggy was lying on the floor, breathing heavily. An ax was laying next to him, and he was lying on a puddle of what seemed to be dark liquid. Walking closer, I realized it was blood, which was coming from an injury on his chest.

“D-Doggy… w-what happened…” I said shakily, kneeling down next to him.

Doggy looked at me. “A couple of citizens came at me from the woods. I managed to chase them off but…” He looked at his hand, which was covered in blood. “Heh… they managed to do a number on me.” He smiled weakly, and then looked at me. His smile fell. “Buddy… are you okay?”

I tried to speak but was too choked up. I shook my head to clear it and opened my mouth. “I’m…” I started, before proceeding to burst into tears.

“Oh, buddy…” Doggy said, putting a hand on my shoulder. That just made me start crying harder. He didn’t say anything, but let me sob until I was all cried out. He sighed once I was done. “You… need to leave me behind.”

“W-what?!” I said, wiping the tears off my eyes. “No! I can’t do that!”

“You have to. I’m too much of a burden for you in this state. I’ll only make you vulnerable.”

“Of course you’re not a burden! I can’t just leave you behind! You’re…” I said, choking up. “You’re the only person I have left.”

“I know, and I’m sorry we have to part ways like this. But it's for the best. Once this is all over, I’ll find you,” he said.

“B-but what will I do without you? Where will you even go?”

“There’s bound to be other survivors out there who are looking for help. As long as you can find some of them, you should be fine. As for where I’ll go…” he said. “I hope it's not too much wishful thinking that there is a hospital of sorts set up somewhere. Try calling.”

“O-okay…” I said. I took out a phone I had in my pocket and dialed 9-1-1. Walking a little away from Doggy, I listened to the phone ring and waited for them to pick up. After talking to them, I hung up and returned to him. “They should be here soon, don’t worry.”

“Thanks buddy…” he said. “You should get a move on. Don’t waste your time with me here. I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”

“I can’t just leave you! I won’t! I refuse!” I said, my voice getting shriller. I didn’t want to leave him and be on my own. Who knows what could happen to me? What would happen to him if I left him?

“Dude…I’m serious. I’ll be fine. Now go!” he barked.

Somewhat taken aback by how he said those last words, I turned and ran, tears in my eyes. After running for who knows how long, I collapsed at another campsite and started sobbing.

I was there for a long time, and probably would’ve just stayed there, if it weren’t for a loud cracking noise I heard. Lifting my head up to scour my surroundings, I watched as a sheep pushed its way into the campsite. Realizing that I was probably in danger, I got up, my legs shaking out of fear. I ducked behind a nearby tree and watched as it looked around, sniffing the trees. It seemed to be looking for something. All of a sudden, it locked eyes with me. We stared at each other for a few moments, then I heard something that sounded like a low growl before it lunged towards me at breakneck speed. I panicked, fumbling around and pulling out my gun, and shot it. As with the other civilians, it didn’t really do much, but it definitely slowed it down, so I ran away, slipping on some dirt as I did. There was a large tree house, but the stairs were all missing, so I couldn’t really get up there. I still had my walkie talkie on me, so if I could get up to the top of the tree house, I could probably get a good signal. Problem was, there wasn’t exactly a way to get up there. I paced around the bottom of the treehouse, wondering how I would get up there. I remembered the small cabins I passed during my flight through the forest, which were made of wood. I distinctly remembered seeing a toolbox next to one of them, which was… honestly, strangely convenient. I didn’t really want to question it though. I was way too tired to even care. Really, really sleepy… I had been running for a while, and it had been a long day… surely a little nap wouldn’t hurt…

I woke up with a start when the dawn light shone through the oak trees and into my closed eyes. I rubbed my eyes and winced as I got dirt in them. There was dirt in my gingerbread-colored hair as well. In fact, I was covered in dirt. Not surprising as I was sleeping in the dirt. From the tracks the dirt made on me, I determined I was dragged from where I fell asleep. Looking around, I saw I was near the cabins. I guess the strange creature that attacked me in the forest dragged me here. Not that I was complaining, as this was pretty helpful for me. I picked up the toolbox next to one of the cabins, and started to get to work tearing the cabins down. It was very hard work, as I was trying not to damage the wood, and small work hammers used by carpenters and repair mechanics aren’t exactly the best tools to use to tear down small abandoned cabins in the woods. Several times the hammer’s head popped off as I was trying to tear the cabins down, and once it even hit me hard enough in the head that I was knocked out for five hours, according to my watch. I was always looking over my shoulder for that strange creature, and while it appeared every so often, it didn’t notice me. The few times it came close to the cabins, I stopped breathing for several minutes so that it couldn’t hear me. Couldn’t take any chances with these things.

A whole month after the events with Doggy passed by quickly, and I finally had enough wooden planks to build a staircase up the tree trunk. I brought the wood planks with me. I had to take several trips to carry only a few wooden planks with me, as I had been living the last few months eating only stale canned beans, and I wasn’t very hungry, and my already poor physical strength had suffered. At least I got some sleep and had water on me- as well as the convenient brook nearby. Anyways, when I finally got all the wooden planks at the tree, I started slowly building the staircase, a process that took several days. When I was almost done, I heard a cracking sound. I panicked. “No, no no no,” I said softly, the first words I had said in months. My voice sounded hollow and dry, probably from the atrophy my vocal cords had suffered. I checked the wooden planks quickly, but they weren’t the problem. The problem was the creature was back- a black, wolf-like sheep in a blue dress with a matching bow. I recognized her from some pictures in Penny’s house. “Sammy?” I hissed quietly. Mistake. She snapped her head towards me and her eyes flashed. With inhuman speed, she bounded towards the staircase. “Oh-” I said a good handful of words that would’ve gotten me scolded back in middle school. I started scrambling to build the rest of the staircase as Sammy approached me, swinging her sledgehammer, admittedly a much better weapon than my measly one. Thankfully, she couldn’t climb up the stairs as easily as I could, as she was about the same size as Penny, who wasn’t exactly tall, but she was still getting up fast. When I had almost reached the top, I abandoned my last wooden plank and made a desperate leap for the entrance of the tree house. I tumbled in, rolled, and crashed head first into the workbench on the other side, causing the tools to fall around me with a dramatically loud BANG! A wrench fell on my head, and I cried out, tears falling out of my eyes without bidding. I wiped my eyes with my still dirt-covered hands and watched as Sammy slowly climbed up into the treehouse. “How did you do that?!” I said, upset. Then she started approaching me again. “Oh shoot shoot shoot…” I said, scrambling as Sammy tried to smash in my skull with her sledgehammer. I crawled over to a small window and climbed up and out of it, reaching the roof. Pulling out my walkie talkie, I waved it around until I heard a buzzing noise. I heard a voice come out from it. “Can… hear… help… friend…”

“H-hang on!” I squeaked, putting it closer to my ear. “What’s wrong?” I asked. The person on the other side. “Can you hear me?” they asked. They had a deep, masculine voice with a slight Idahoian accent. “Yes, I can hear you loud and clear,” I said. “What do you need?” The person made a slight sound of elation. “Oh thank heavens! I didn’t know if anyone would connect! I need someone’s help. My friend and assistant is currently trapped at the middle school, and I am unable to go get her myself. Would you be an absolute doll and go rescue her for me?” I scrunched up my nose. I hadn’t been called a ‘doll’ since my first day at the police station. Officer Poley had called me one as a joke, and regretted it after I punched him in the face. “Uh… yeah sure, I can get your friend.”

“Excellent!” the person said. “If you have a phone on you I should be able to transfer the coordinates to your phone. I’ve been tracking the radio signal of your walkie talkie, so don’t be alarmed, dear!” Dear? This guy was totally asking to get sucker punched. “Yeah, yeah, okay,” I said, as I looked down to check on Sammy. Oh goody, she had started climbing up the walls too. “Hey, are you almost done there? I’m uh… in a bit of a rush.” I heard a crackle from the walkie talkie, which almost sounded like laughter. “No need to worry your pretty little head, darling,” said the man who was DEFINITELY going to have a free trip to the hospital after I found him. “Coordinates should be sending… now!” My phone vibrated with the sound of a notification and I quickly pulled it out and saw that the man, Mr. P(what a dumb name, honestly), had sent over the location for Lucella Middle School. Looks like that’s where I’m going next. I thanked him and cut the transmission just as Sammy made it to the roof. “Okay, I’ve honestly had enough of this. I’ve had a long two months, I’m covered in dirt, my hair is going to take ages to wash out, and now I have to do someone else’s work, so GET LOST!” I snapped. Sammy stopped in what I guess was shock, before shambling closer, swinging her hammer. I fell to the roof to duck, and nearly fell off the tree house. Crawling to the side, I looked for a way off, and found a tree branch a good five feet away from me. Backing up a bit, I ran for the edge just as Sammy tried to grab me, and leaped, falling hard onto the branch. Seeing how high I was made me dizzy, but I closed my eyes and slowly climbed down the tree, before getting to the ground. Then I ran for a while until I was safely out of the woods, and started making my way towards the school.

Epilogue

Markiplier was walking through the forest because he’s just that cool. Meanwhile Cyn and Lusamine were playing cards and throwing sticks. Maybe they were gambling sticks. I don’t know. Markiplier also didn’t know. He didn’t really care. He was just tired. He arrived in a forest and Lusamine looked around. “Where are my children?” she asked. “Why do you care about them,” replied Cyn. “Children are just a burden you carry.” Markiplier frowned. “Aren’t you a child?” he asked. “I am the Solver of the Absolute Fabric, the void. The untamable, unbreakable, unattainable void. I am more ancient than the poor scrap of dirt you call home.” she said. “So a child,” Markiplier confirmed. “Hmph,” Cyn said, leaping gracefully down from his head. Lusamine looked at her. “I can’t jump that far, I’ll break my heels!” Cyn turned around. “Wah, wah, wah. Do you need me to call the wahmbulance? The national bawlank? Do you want me to write up a report about how much of a whiny loser you are?” Lusamine snarled. “Oh now I’m jumping down so I can beat your- AGH!” she said, as she fell ungracefully, unlike Cyn. “Whoops,” said Cyn. “Come along my friends, we must continue our journey for world domination.” Markiplier frowned. “Why is this epilogue so short and so unfunny?” The writer smacked him in the head. “It’s because I’m tired, lazy, and I’m not funny so shut up and keep walking,” she snapped. Markiplier shut up and kept walking.

Chapter Text

I had been walking for a long while at this point, and I didn’t know how many days had passed since I had left the forest. Thankfully, my phone was somehow still working, but it wouldn’t be for long unless I found a charging station soon. As I crossed the next hill, I saw the roof of Lucella Middle School. Why Mr. P’s friend would be in a middle school, I had no idea. Unless they were a middle schooler themself- which would bring up a whole new can of worms I wasn’t ready to dig into- they had no good reason to be at a middle school during this apocalyptic situation. I marched down the hill and walked up to the front door of the school, and jiggled the doorknob. “Locked? Huh. People actually do listen to us when we tell them to lock their doors,” I said to myself. I had encountered several buildings even years before when I was still a rookie detective where the doors were never locked. I always was super angry about that- and for good reason. Crime is pretty rampant in Lucella, especially in the City. But I couldn’t deal with these locks now. I had to go get Mr. P’s friend… whoever they were. I tried opening the door several ways- breaking the door down(the glass was really thick- I ended up hurting myself), trying to loosen the lock(good thing is that they’re regulation-certified locks, but that isn’t helping me), but nothing worked. But I knew that the school had a back entrance- one of the fire exits that had to be unlocked. From the inside it could easily be opened, but it was unopenable from the outside unless you had a code. However, due to the power outages running through the place, it was easily unlockable. Despite my earlier praise for locked doors, this one just made me a bit angrier. Do people nowadays just… disregard fire codes? You’re supposed to keep the dang fire exit openable at the very least. I feel sorry for the kids who had to suffer through fire drills here.
Regardless, I opened the rather heavy door with a creak. The hallways were flooded with darkness, so I turned on the flashlight on my phone so that I wouldn’t get lost. Walking through the hallways, I looked around for any clues that might’ve hinted to where Mr. P’s friend was hiding. But it was a mess. Papers scattered everywhere, carts and lockers overturned to create obstacles, even a few basketballs rolling on the floor. Clearly, this mess had to have been made incredibly recently, and by someone who wasn’t in control of themselves. Did Mr. P’s friend- no, not possible. He wouldn’t have sent me here if she could be dangerous. Nevertheless, I stayed on guard. Whoever it was had to still be in here. A lost student perhaps, or a teacher who was left behind…
As I walked through the hallways, I heard a loud clicker-clack noise, almost like hooves on linoleum flooring. I didn’t turn to look for it. I already had a good idea of what was coming for me- another citizen. Instead, I picked up the pace, and ran upstairs.
The next few minutes kind of blurred together. I didn’t really know what I was doing as I unlocked doors and tore down planks. Only a few things of note stood out to me.
One: In one of the classrooms, a strange message written in some sort of cipher had been hastily scrawled onto the chalkboard, and a strange bottle still dripping liquid was resting on the desk. I snapped a picture of the message and quickly made my way out of there.
Two: The gymnasium was blocked off. Not with lasers, but several racks filled with balls. I attempted to shove them out of the way, but my body’s physical condition did not help me. I needed some food and rest, and fast. I decided to come back later. Maybe if I found Mr. P’s friend, I could get their help to push it open.
Three: A basement exit. When I peeked down the steps, the faint, flickering lights only illuminated a small concrete hallway. Some doors lined the walls, and a strange stench wafted up from the hall. Perhaps this room was connected to the sewers, or was a place to dump trash? I didn’t know, and I couldn’t figure it out as the smell was causing me to become dizzy. I quickly slammed the door shut.
And finally, the source of the clicker-clack noises.
As I wandered through the halls, looking for more keys, I felt a slight chill run up my spine. As I turned around, I saw a shadow duck around the far corner. Perhaps it was the citizen, or it could’ve been a result of the fumes I had been exposed to in the basement. However, before I could make any judgment on what it was, I heard a soft snuffling sound behind me. Frozen, I turned around and came face to face with a gazelle who was wearing a large pair of glasses. Her eyes gleamed a bright yellow, and she wore a sophisticated green suit that was slightly torn. I recognized that green suit and those glasses. It was Ms. Gizelle, the middle school’s best teacher. I respected her as an individual, but I didn’t have a great relationship with her. Every time we saw each other in public, she loudly made fun of the fact that “someone like me” could become such a high ranking detective. I tended to ignore her, but those words did cut a bit deep and added to the insecurities I already had.
We regarded each other for a second, before I began to back away. Unlike the other citizens I had met, she just watched me as I left. She didn’t even try to chase me like the others. Simply regarded me as I walked, then turned and ran away upstairs.
Finally, I found a small door that had been barred with a chair. It seemed as though the door itself was magnetic, but I assumed that since a chair was underneath the doorknob, the power outages made the security system shut off. Perhaps Ms. Gizelle had stopped the door with it… which meant there was something in there she didn’t want me to find. Perhaps it was Mr. P’s friend? I knocked on the door. “Hello?” I asked, my voice whispery, still suffering from how long I hadn’t talked while in the forest. I didn’t hear a response, so I knocked again and tried to speak louder. “Hello?” Still, no response. Was I wrong? Was she not there? Or maybe…
I sighed, and started to turn to leave, when I heard a loud noise from the other side of the door, almost like banging. “Hey? Hey! Who’s there?” I asked. From behind the door, I hear a light, almost feminine voice. “Who are you?” it asked. “Are you with her?”
“What? No! I’m here to save you!” I said. “Mr. P sent me!”
“Really?” it said. “Oh thank goodness… Please let me out of here! I’ve been stuck for weeks here, and I’m running out of food!”
“Yeah no worries, let me just move this chair,” I said, and after doing so I pushed open the door. The door swung open easily, revealing a small security room. Inside the room was a sensibly-dressed rabbit wearing an eyepatch. Despite the dark clothes she wore, and her firm, soldier-like stance, she seemed much friendlier than the other citizens I had met. Under her gaze, I felt almost self conscious about myself. I had been running for months, I didn’t have time to change clothes or take a shower, and I was just a mess. I started fidgeting, hurriedly tugging dirt out of my hair, when she laughed. “Hey, no worries. We’re all stressed out,” she said.
“What’s your name?” I asked her. She smiled. “I’m Bridget. I’m Mr. P’s research assistant.”
“What were you doing here? How did you get stuck?”
This made her smile fall. “I can’t really tell you why I’m here… but I was poking around the school, when someone slammed the door and put the chair over it. Thankfully, I had some rations in my bag, and I’m used to going hungry, but it was still torturous. I’m glad you saved me.”
“Well, what else could I do? I was told someone was in here. If I didn’t help you, I’d be betraying any sense of responsibility I have as a detective,” I said. “Come on, let’s get out of here. I’m almost finished anyways.”
I took her hand and led Bridget out of the office, only to see Ms. Gizelle at the end of the hallway. Bridget tensed up, almost apprehensively, but Ms. Gizelle simply stared at us. Her eyes flickered, and she twitched her head to the right, almost like she was pointing in that direction. After that, she walked off towards the left. I looked at where she had left. Why didn’t she attack us? Why is she helping us escape? But I didn’t have time to think about that, as Bridget tugged on my arm. “Come on, let's go,” she said. Pulling me along, we ran downstairs.
As we passed the gymnasium, I stopped her. “Could you help me investigate this place? It’s been blocked with a heavy ball rack, and I can’t push it away on my own.”
Bridget smiled. “Yeah, of course,” she said, before walking up to the rack and pushing it away with ease. “Let's go in.”
We didn’t find anything interesting of note, other than a small white key.
“Is there anything else you need?” asked Bridget.
I shook my head. “I already looked over the entire school except for the basement. I don’t think there’s anything else we need.”
“Then let’s go.”
We walked out of the gym, and I took her hand. When she looked down at me in confusion, I smiled awkwardly. “I don’t want us to lose each other, and I don’t know if I can keep going much longer. Is this okay?”
She shrugged. “Yeah it's fine. Just don’t push yourself,” she replied.
We continued down the hall in silence until we reached the basement door. “I’ll just warn you, it smells really bad down here,” I said as I reached my other hand towards the door. I pushed it open to be met with the staircase down. I covered my nose with my hand and we descended the stairs, the heat and stench of the room hitting us in the face. The flickering lights buzzed, and left us in the dark at random intervals. We walked down the hall, and at the end I found a door with a white lock. Putting the key in the lock, I pushed open the door to be met with a sudden breeze. A strangely shaped man stood just beyond the door, grinning widely. “Oh good, you found her!” he said, the voice matching that of the one I heard over the radio.
“Mr. P, I presume?” I asked bluntly. “Good. Now I can punch you in the face personally for those comments about me.”
I attempted to lunge for him, but Bridget pulled me back into her. “You can’t!” she said. “He’s trying to help us.”
I felt somewhat uncomfortable being so close to her, but I ignored it. “He said weird things about me!” I said, as I pushed away from her. “I can’t just ignore that!”
Mr. P guffawed. “Oh darling, that’s all just water under the bridge! We have more problems to worry about!”
“Like what?” I snapped.
“Like the fact that you’re about to pass out in the sewer water.”
“What?” I said. Almost as soon as I said that, I started to feel dizzy. My legs collapsed from under me, and I blacked out.
Epilogue
“No no no!” Lusamine shrieked. “Where are they? Where are my precious babies?”
Markiplier and Cyn just stared at her. “She is very stupid isn’t she?” Cyn said. Markiplier said nothing, but nodded because he was an intellectual. “Stupid stupid stupid,” Cyn sang. “Dumb, dumb dumb. Idiot, idiot, idi-”
“SHUT UP!” Lusamine cried, punching Cyn in the face because she had no control over her actions. “What do you know about anything you stupid robot?”
“I know that your husband left you because of your temper and that your father left for milk 50 years ago and didn’t show up to your birth. You did not even know he died until yesterday. How horrible can you be that your father never even showed up? Truly you are worse than me,” said Cyn calmly.
Lusamine started to throw a tantrum because she was a poorly raised child. “Tell her to stop!” she screamed and cried.
Markiplier just stood there uncomfortably. “Hey, I don’t want to get involved in this. They aren’t here. Let's just go.”
He scooped up Cyn and Lusamine, Cyn sitting prim and proper and Lusamine throwing a tantrum, as they walked off.

Chapter Text

Chapter 6 - Hospital

Bridget

I shook the sleeping detective. “Hey, hey, wake up,” I said. “We gotta get out of here!”

No response. They’re clearly a very sound sleeper. We’ve been here for weeks and not once have I seen them get up and move around- and I’ve been sleeping in the waiting room just nearby. I couldn’t bear to leave them alone in here. I would’ve been fine letting them sleep more if the doctor hadn’t started acting very strange. Twitching, staring, and even making low growling noises, as if reverting to some feral instinct. He seemed like less of an intelligent individual and more like… a wild animal. I wanted to get out of there as fast as I could, but I couldn’t leave the detective behind. I could live on my own, sure, but the detective had somewhat of an idea of what was going on from the brief way they acted when we met, and I felt like it would be better if I got their help instead of just going alone.

I kept trying to wake them up, and just when I gave up, I heard a yawn and the sound of sheets shifting. I turned around and saw the detective awaken, rubbing their eyes and brushing their long hair out of their face. I immediately rushed over to them. “Oh thank goodness that you’re awake,” I said, pulling their arm lightly. “We gotta get out of here! The doctor has been acting strange for a while. Can you walk?”

The detective looked at me with glassy eyes, then cracked a smile. “Oh, hey Bridge…ette? Bridget right?” they said, giggling slightly. They tried to get out of the bed, and fell onto the linoleum floor. They just laid there for a while before looking up. “Did you get taller or is it just me?”

“...What happened to you?” I asked. Noticing a clipboard on a nearby desk, I picked it up and started reading the pages. Notes of the detective’s injuries, symptoms of a possible illness, and other personal information such as their weight and height were written in neat, curly handwriting. On the next page, a list of painkillers and what effects they caused. Clearly, the doctor didn’t know what happened, so they likely tried to treat the detective’s symptoms, leading to them starting to act like they just returned from a bar. I shook my head. “For a detective, you’re kind of hopeless when you’re sick, aren’t you?”

They giggled again, trying to stand up and failing again. “You’re so silly. Come on, let's go!”

“Go where? We can’t leave the building!” I said, a bit irritated at their childishness. I knew it wasn’t their fault, but I never knew how to handle people when they acted like this. I was better at handling adults, or at least people who acted like them.

“But why?” the detective asked.

I explained the situation. After they fainted, me and Mr. P rushed them to the nearest hospital, which ended up being a while away from the city. Unfortunately, we got spotted by some individuals who were acting strange, and we ended up having to barricade ourselves inside the hospital. The doctor was polite enough, and promised to help the detective. As thanks, Mr. P gave him something that he claimed would help keep his energy up. Perhaps that’s why the doctor was acting so strange now, but I didn’t know, nor did I have any idea why Mr. P would do that.

“Anyways, Mr. P said that there should be someone waiting for us on the roof. Let’s go.”

I walked away and walked out the door. After a few seconds, I realized that the detective didn’t follow me. I peeked my head in the door and saw them still sitting on the ground. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t really get up,” they said. “Can you carry me?”

The request took me aback a bit. I was used to carrying things, and people too, but this request made me nervous for a reason. I shrugged it off. “Sure, why not.”

I bent down near the detective, and they climbed onto me, hanging on almost like a baby koala. They weren’t as heavy as I imagined, and I had carried heavier loads at bases, so I was okay carrying them. I kicked open the door, and ran through the halls, looking for an exit.

After a few hours, we were still walking around the first floor. The hospital was built like a maze, and the second floor was locked behind an orange keycard door. So we started looking for it, and couldn’t see it. We had been walking in circles for way too long and hadn’t found it. Suddenly, the detective tapped me on my shoulder.

“I think it’s over there,” they said, pointing to a shady corner.

We had passed that particular corner several times. I didn’t think much of it, but when I looked closer, I saw a bit of neon orange glowing there. Picking the object up, I found that it was indeed the orange keycard.

“Huh, I didn’t even see that before. Thanks.”

I hurried back to the keycard door and quickly swiped the card. I was getting a bit uneasy from being here. I didn’t like how eerily quiet it was, or how the doctor had mysteriously disappeared.

The detective started giggling a bit. It made me feel very uneasy. “What is it?” I asked them. They didn’t say anything, but did point to the little waiting room. I followed their hand and looked inside…

“Oh. There’s the doctor.”

But he didn’t seem like the doctor anymore. He no longer looked at me with kind eyes, eyes that gave one comfort. Instead, they were deep abysses with golden light. Normally, light would give me comfort. Especially the gold that they were, bright like the sun. But they didn’t give me any warmth. Instead of giving me comfort, I felt like a fly in a web. And the eyes… They reminded me of how anglerfish catch their prey. Luring the prey into the light, and then eating them. I took a step back. I expected the detective to make a silly remark that would set the doctor off, but even they were quiet. It was a very stiff silence. I continued to slowly walk away from the doctor. I tapped slightly on the detective’s hand. “Hey,” I whispered. “Can you wave your arms a little bit?”

“What? Why?” they asked back.

“If we make ourselves known as not being prey, the doctor will probably back off.” The detective didn’t move, so I said “Listen, it’s the best idea I have. I don’t have any weapons, nor do I have anything else that can ward off a bear. He might come close to us, but don’t scream or anything. Just stay calm.”

“Calm… I can do that,” they said. They took one of their hands off my shoulders, and slowly waved it above them, as if nervously saying hi. 

“Hey, don’t worry, we’re not going to hurt you,” I said to the doctor. I didn’t even know if he could hear me. But I kept speaking calmly. If he knew we weren’t a threat, he might leave us alone. That sure would make it easier on us.

The doctor stared blankly at us. And then he approached us. He was still a good 3 yards away from us, but he could smell us. He snuffled a little bit, seemingly curious. I just stood my ground and tried my best to remain calm. The detective still kept waving slowly, but I could tell they were somewhat scared. But they didn’t scream or anything. I wondered what they had encountered before.

The doctor stood there a bit before turning around and leaving. We were in the clear for now. But he would probably be able to smell us all throughout the hospital. Even with the sharp sterile smell wafting through, bears are known for their sense of smell. No doubt that he would be able to find us if he wanted, so we needed to stay calm. I walked backwards slowly to keep the doctor in my line of sight, and slowly retreated upstairs.

There was another bit of a problem that kept us from accessing the exit. The small side door that went up to the helipad had a short hallway behind it, and part of the hallway had collapsed, leaving a dark gap in the floor. It was too far for me to jump across while carrying the detective on my back, and I wasn’t willing to toss them to the other side and leave them there. So we had to find a solution to get across. I had grabbed a small white key from a laboratory room that had papers scattered around. As I figured out the puzzle to open the door, the detective looked over some of them. I had no idea if they were just looking at them, or if they were actually reading them. If they could, they should be feeling more normal soon. Indeed, while they did act a bit silly still, they insisted on walking on their own two feet.

As for the doctor, we passed him by every so often, but we never exchanged more than a fleeting glance. I wasn’t about to let my guard down around him though.

As we wandered through the halls again, the detective pulled on my sleeve. I looked down at them. “I think I found something that we can use to get across the gap,” they said.

“Where?” I asked.

They pointed at a small hospital room. Inside, a small bed resided, and a flower vase with a white daisy sat atop the desk. The flower seemed important somehow. I couldn’t recall exactly, but I knew Mr. P had a strong connection to white daisies. Perhaps a relative of his stayed in the hospital.

But inside there was another object, which the detective was pointing to- a large ladder that rested alongside the wall, seemingly tossed there as an afterthought. It wasn’t the best idea, but it sure was the only thing we could use.

“Good eye,” I said to them. I walked into the room, and picked up the ladder. As I walked towards the door, I looked again at the daisy. It seemed odd. A random daisy blooming in the middle of a crisis? It was strange. I brushed my fingers on the petals, and an array of scenes came to mind. Several people in lab uniforms, my own gloved hands, holding someone else’s hands, an individual who looked similar to Mr. P who wore a white daisy, standing in a line, holding hands with others, as if in grieving, and finally, getting hit in the face with a glass bottle. The memories flashed before my eyes in fragments, not allowing me to get the whole story. I didn’t remember any of those things happening… and they triggered from a white daisy? I felt scared. I felt trapped. Before anything else could happen, I fled the room and slammed the door, not caring if the doctor found us.

The detective laid the ladder across the gap. Since I had better motor skills, I went first, climbing across the ladder to reach the other side, and holding my end of the ladder down for the detective to cross. As soon as they reached the other side, I took the ladder and propped it up on the wall. Walking down across the small hallway and climbing up a flight of stairs, we reached a door, locked with a white padlock. Fitting the key into the lock, I opened the door.

The warm night air blew across my face. The detective’s hair fluttered around in the wind. It was around midsummer, and even in the city, one could see the Summer Triangle hovering in the sky. But I wasn’t focused on the sky or the city.

I was only focused on what was in front of us.

Or rather… what wasn’t.

“He’s gone,” said someone. I didn’t know if it was me or the detective.

“He left us behind.”

Epilogue

Man I hate potatoes, thought Markiplier. You can never trust them.

The writer doesn’t even know what to write anymore. They’re just doing whatever for these. They should be focusing on math and solving exponential equations, and they’re not. No wonder they get terrible grades in math. Someone ought to help them… someone who isn’t me because I won’t.

Chapter Text

AN: Sorry about the long, LONG delay between chapters! I was focusing on some other stuff and got really demotivated... hopefully it won't detract from the experience~

“Do you know anything about what’s going on?” I asked Bridget as we descended the stairs to the basement.

Mr. P had abandoned us, and we were barricaded inside the hospital. However, underneath the hospital was an old subway station. It still worked, but it wasn’t used as often anymore because of the new highways that were built into the city. Since the descent into the basement was long, I started asking Bridget questions to fill the void of silence.

Bridget pondered my question for a bit. “I can’t really say. Mr. P kept some information from me and the others, but from what he’s told me, it’s a virus of some sort. The virus is spread through contact, and while it does make you physically stronger, it lowers your inhibitions, leading to those infected losing their reason and acting like wild animals. You saw how the doctor acted, and I’ve bet you’ve encountered others like them.”

I nodded. Mrs. Piggy also acted like that. “Anything else?”

Bridget shook her head. “Unfortunately I don’t know much beyond that. Whenever I try to think about it, my head grows all fuzzy.”

“It’s fine, Bridget. What you’ve said is helpful as is.”

Bridget nodded her head. We continued to go downwards in silence when I asked another question.

“How did you meet Mr. P?”

Bridget was a bit taken aback by this question. She thought about it for a long time, before shaking her head. “I… I don’t remember. Those memories… they’re on the very edges of my consciousness. I remember them… but also don’t. I’m sorry. I can’t tell you.”

I was a little surprised by that. I didn’t expect something like that. I wanted to say something to her, wanted to reassure her in some way, but unfortunately, psychology was outside of the range of my abilities. I wanted to say something, but she cut me off. “Look, we’re here.”

We had arrived on a small platform. It was rather surprising that we didn’t have to buy tickets or anything, but perhaps, because of the age, there wasn’t any need to build ticket stations. The platform itself was incredibly small. Two doors led to places beyond the platform, and a small security station rested to the right of the platform. I looked at Bridget, wondering if she knew anything about this place, but she looked paler than usual. How long had she been awake…?

“Do you want to rest for a bit?” I asked her.

She jumped a little, surprised by the question. She shook her head. “If I take a break to nap, I can’t protect you. You’re still a little weak.”

“I can protect myself,” I said rather defensively. “Anyways, you won’t be protecting anyone if you don’t take a break.”

Bridget stared at me. I stared back. Eventually, she backed down, and reluctantly sat down on a bench outside the security station.

“Fine,” she said. “But if you need me, I’m right here, alright?”

“Okay,” I replied. “Thank you.”

I turned away from Bridget to start investigating the area.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I wandered around the basement areas a bit, investigating the locks on the doors. They all seemed to use the same key. There were a few panels I had seen, requiring a wrench. A barrier similar to those used on train tracks to block cars was one, and the train needed one as well, while also being blocked by wooden panels and a key. …The construction workers were nothing if not consistent. They loved blocking up doors with keys and planks and circuit boards. It was odd in the Piggy house, it was confusing in the school basement, now it just seemed like a conspiracy theory in the making.

I continued trying to explore, when my stomach rumbled. When was the last time I had eaten…? I had seen a vending machine earlier, so I went back and got some small snacks for me and Bridget, when I heard a crashing noise and a scream.

Bridget . I turned on my heel, holding the snacks close to me, and ran into the main platform. Bridget was on the ground, curled into a ball, and… the worst, most repulsive creature I had ever seen was standing over her.

It was tall and green. It wasn’t an alligator, or a crocodile, but a pig. The pig’s skin had rotted away, showing a skull with hollow eye sockets on one side. Its left arm was all bone, and it held a skeletal arm in its right hand. And it smelled like a particularly memorable crime scene I had visited once- a murder case, in the middle of summer. The bodies had been decaying in the heat. I was usually good at holding back my nausea, and I had to take a break in the shade while working on that case because of the horrible smell. I was getting flashbacks, but I saw Bridget trembling on the floor, and steeled myself. Winding my arm back, I hit the vile creature square in the head with a bag of pretzels from the vending machine. Its head popped off and rolled away from me, touching the train. The body swayed in place for a while before collapsing with a loud thump. Bridget realized that the creature had been defeated, and quickly regained her composure. But the next thing I knew, I was looking down into a trash can, heaving from the disgust and nausea, crying from the agony and distress I felt. Bridget noticed me, and gently patted me on the head as I stood there for a bit, but nothing came up. I stayed a bit longer, before lightly brushing her off so I could keep investigating. But Bridget wanted to come with.

“I don’t trust you on your own- No, that sounds really awful,” she said, crossing her arms. “I’m worried that you’ll get hurt or sick again. I feel a lot better now. Let me come with you to protect you.”

“I’m fine on my own, Bridget,” I argued back. “I’ve been a detective for years now. I’ve seen a lot worse at crime scenes.”

“Being experienced doesn’t equate completely to being resilient. Even skilled soldiers struggle to deal with the atrocities they witness or cause. I should know,” she said, looking away from me. I didn’t press further, and reluctantly allowed her to join in my investigation.

She followed behind me closely, not letting me leave her sight. She was like a bodyguard- which made sense, given the very military-like aura she seemed to emit. She definitely felt like a protective force, and while it reassured me, I also felt like she was breathing on my neck as we continued exploring. 

Finally, we had gathered everything we needed for our journey away from the hospital. The nearest station with any hope of resources- or survivors- was some sort of traveling carnival… run by Mr. P. If I saw him again, I was going to punch him a new one. But regardless, if we could survive the trip to the carnival, we might be able to find at least one survivor. That gave us a bit of hope.

We had packed snacks from raiding the vending machine, and grabbed extra hammers to defend ourselves. But as we returned to the train, the hope we felt came crashing down.

The zombie was gone.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Me and Bridget were nervous as we boarded the train. I opened the conductor door and started trying to fiddle around with the train’s controls to get it to move. Meanwhile, Bridget milled around, having shut the door in hope that the zombie hadn’t boarded.

Finally, I was able to get the train moving, and we pulled out of the station. We were relieved, and exhausted.

“I’ll take the first watch, okay? You should rest a bit.”

“If you say so,” I replied, exiting the conductor’s room and walking to one of the seats. I pulled my jacket off and laid it over me, and curled into a ball to keep myself warm. With the train rumbling over the tracks, I drifted off to sleep.

I slept for a while, before being woken up naturally. The sun was rising from outside of the windows, and we were on a large bridge over the countryside. I rubbed my eyes, and sluggishly got up. Bridget was looking intermittently between the hallway and the window in front of her, when she noticed me awake. She sighed, relieved.

“You doing okay?” she asked, tilting her head. Her ears flopped a little bit. That was kind of cute.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I nodded. “I slept really well.”

“That’s good,” she said. “The sunrise was really pretty.”

“I saw,” I replied back. “I see it often, but it’s something different when you’re trying to survive. It gives a bit of hope- like, ‘Hey, you survived to another day!’, or something like that.”

She laughed. “Yeah, it’s definitely something different.”

We smiled at each other.

But then-

A loud crashing sound rang. The door between two cars flew off, skidding on the floor before us. We looked at the door.

Well… Now we knew where the zombie was.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The zombie ambled forwards, and I jolted out of the seat as it snapped to look at me. The smell wafted throughout the small carriage, making me feel sick to my stomach. Before I knew it, Bridget had leaped in front of me.

“What are you doing?” I hissed, clutching my stomach.

“Protecting you from that… thing , what does it look like?”

“You don’t need to do that, I’ll be fine.”

“First thing you learn in combat- there’s no lone hero. You work together, or you die alone.”

I didn’t really have anything to argue against that with. The zombie shuffled towards us, making us leap into action. I grabbed the gun we snagged from the metro, and Bridget pulled out her crossbow. She quickly notched an arrow into the bow and aimed it right at the zombie’s chest, where its heart would be. I aimed my gun at its head. The zombie stared at us.

Then, suddenly, I was snatched away from Bridget. The zombie grabbed me, and carried me towards the now-open train door- the one to the outside. I hung outside, only not falling because of the zombie’s grip on my wrist. It leaned in to bite my arm, and I quickly closed my eyes to pray to whatever god existed in the world-

“Ngggahhh!”

My eyes opened quickly as a force tugged me away from the opening and flung me against the wall, winding me. I fell upside down, my spine bearing the brunt of the force. Hopefully I hadn’t broken anything…

But Bridget was wrestling with the zombie on the ground. From my upside down state, I could tell that Bridget had it pinned down, and she was attacking it with a flurry of punches. But that wouldn’t hold it off. Looking at the door, and remembering the gun in my hand, I quickly came up with a plan.

“Bridget!” I coughed out. Her ears twitched. She was at attention.

“Move! I got this!”

That gave her pause. She looked at me, which gave the zombie enough time to swipe her off of it and fling her against the wall. The zombie stood up, aggravated. I took the chance to strike.

Wincing, I flipped myself onto my stomach, and aimed my gun at the zombie. Tensing myself, I shot a bullet.

The zombie exploded in midair.

Well, not exactly.

More like getting turned into a fine dust.

The zombie must have been dead for years, and its bones were brittle, leading it to explode when I shot it.

I tried to get up to check on Bridget, but I couldn’t move. Maybe I had broken my spine after all…

As I faded from consciousness, I saw Bridget stir from the wall.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Hey, hey, are you okay?”

I felt myself being shaken. Maybe I fell asleep in the office? I didn’t recognize the voice, maybe a new officer…?

I opened my eyes. Bridget stared down. We weren’t moving anymore.

“M-morning,” I said, trying to get up, and failing. 

“Yeah, you got hurt really bad. You probably shouldn’t move. Also, it’s dark now.”

“Oh, I see,” I said dully. I lost an entire day. I almost never lost that much on a case. This was a new one for me.

“Why are you waking me up?” I asked, trying not to sound annoyed at the fact that I had lost a day.

Bridget looked grim.

“We’re here.”

Epilogue

Markiplier wandered the grass wilderness with Cyn and Lusamine. Lusamine was still upset over Cyn’s comments about her poor parenting. Cyn was as stoic as ever, uncaring. She was prim and proper in her maid dress, while Lusamine was throwing a tantrum on Markiplier’s head. They continued walking towards the city.

“Hang on, what is that?” said Cyn, pointing up towards the sky. 

A dust cloud appeared. Something had exploded.

“Is it my children?” Lusamine asked, eagerly.

“No, they are dead now,” said Cyn dully.

Lusamine screeched, and hit Cyn. Cyn shrugged it off.

Such was a day in the life of Markiplier.