Chapter 3: Friends Within The Letters

I woke up but not by choice. The person who woke me up was Charlie. "Mark, It's time to eat and I have two letters for you."

He slide the tray under the floor, the two letters, and a small package. "Thanks, Charlie." I said, "Can you fucking believe it that they tagged me?"

I pointed at my left ear and turn my head to the side so he can see it. "Yeah that's fucked up. Did it hurt?"

"Yeah it hurt!"

"Damn, I am so sorry. If it helps you're not the only one tagged here."

"What do you mean? There are really others like me? That's true?"

"Yeah but it's not looking too well for them. I'm trying to give them hope but they are losing it quickly. I need you to stay strong just until I can get you out of this place. I'm going to have to find a way to get that ear cuff off you so they'll won't track it."

"Please do it quick. I can't even stand this place for one day."

"Believe me I'm doing the best I can. Just sit tight, I'll come visit you later."

He took off. In the meanwhile I ate my breakfast first then read the two letters. The first was from Salvadore.

Dear Mark

It's getting worse out here by the day. Many are getting taken over by the virus. We're trying to find ways to create an alternative cure, but right now we're having trouble. The next time you see Charlie. Tell him that he needs to take a blood sample from you. Remember you are the last few that are immune to the virus. Your blood just might have the answer to save us all.

- Salvador

I open up the next letter. This one is new.

HELLO MARK!

I'M YOUR HAPPY BUDDY! ARE YOU FEELING HAPPY TODAY?! BECAUSE I'M SURE AM! HA HA HA HA HA! TO KEEP YOU NOT BORED! I BOUGHT YOU A GAME PORTABLE THAT ALREADY HAS A GAME! HAVE LOADS OF FUN WITH IT AND REMEMBER BE HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY!

-MR. SMILEY

I opened the package to see that it did contained a portable game. Along with it was a small plastic container that has the game chip to put in. Luckily it came with a charger as well. I turned it on and put in the game chip called Serpent into its slot. The moment I've started playing it I was already getting upset because the controls to the game are quite hard to get use to. But nontheless I was determined to finish each and every level but only because I hate it when I leave games unfinished. It's against my nature to leave a game unfinished.

After a long while of occupying myself to playing this Serpent game. Charlie came back to collect the dishes from breakfast. "Oh, Charlie!" I walked up to the door.

"Yeah?" he said.

"Salvadore said that you need to take a blood sample from me."

"Really? Does he say what for?"

"He needs it to try and find a cure for this disease that's been going around."

"Oh, in that case I'll be back for you around lunch. I can't just visit you for no reason. Oh and there's this lady across the street from us. I was just outside and she caught me to give this to you."

He handed me a letter through the bars. "Do you know who she is?"

"She didn't say. I don't know her personally obviously, but she owns a pastry shop. I've tried her pastries once, and they're quite delicious. Anyway I'll be back around lunch, then I'll get your blood sample for Salvadore."

"Wait," I just wanted to ask him once thing, "What is he like? Salvadore?"

"He's brilliant." he said, "He's doing everything he can to save us all from the virus. Hopefully we'll be able to stop Dr. Money and bring his company down very soon. I better be going, we'll talk later."

He took off with the empty tray. I went back to laying down on my bed to read the letter of a woman who owns a pastry shop.

Hello, I've heard so much about you through the rumors of my customers. They say that you are a famous YouTuber. Pardon me if I never heard of you before. But they keep on mentioning you so much that I couldn't help it but try to make contact with you. From what I hear is that you're only in prison because you are not infected by the virus. Personally I say that's a stupid reason to keep you imprisoned. Dr. Money is not the kind of man that should be trusted. He says he's trying to find a cure but he's only killing us slowly at a time. I hope and pray they are treating you well. From what I heard from the man I've asked to give this letter to you. He said that you are doing just fine, and that I have nothing to worry about. I know this is silly of me because we don't know each other, but I'm alone so often at my pastry shop that I don't even see my regular customers anymore because most are taken by the virus. If so, that's if you don't mind. Will you be my friend?

P.S

My name is Charlotte Holmes

P.S.S

If your name really Markiplier?

I put the letter down and stand up on my bed to take a look out the window. As I look down I see that I'm really far up but I can see a lovely pastry shop that's just across the street from this prison. I wonder what she looks like, and how delicious her pastry really taste. I hope I'll get to try some in the near future. Which I do hope soon.

Charlotte Holmes... What a lovely name.

I laid back down to nap for a while. I'm not really up to play that portable game that Mr. Smiley bought for me. The only thing that's on my mind now is Charlotte Holmes. As I imagine what she looks like, and entering into that lovely pastry shop of hers.