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It was 3:00 am in Markiplier Manor when Dark woke up from a loud crash. Annoyed, he rolled out of bed and walked downstairs to the living room to see what was happening. To his somewhat surprise, he saw Bing surrounded by drums, scattered all over the floor. Dark stepped closer to Bing, who was now scrambling to his feet out of fear. Dark sighed and crossed his arms in irritation, as he asked the question that arguably changed the egos' lives.
"Bing. May I ask why you're out here, at three in the morning, with a drum kit strewn about like a tornado blew through?"
"Um.. Erm.. . Well, I saw a flyer for a battle of the bands, and it looked pretty interesting, so I wanted to... enter." He showed Dark a bright yellow flyer, who took it out of his hands to observe it, "But I guess I didn't think drums would be so heavy-"
"No, no, it's fine, no need to overexplain. I understand completely." Dark returned the flyer to Bing, who was currently re-constructing the drum kit.
"Well, at least to some extent. Anyways, a battle of the bands seems fun. How about we all enter as a whole? You know, create a band of sorts?" Bing's eyes lit up (both figuratively and literally) at the question.
"Heck yeah! I'll go grab Wil, Google, and Host, and we can all play an instrument. Man, this'll be fun. But what instrument will each of us play? I mean I play drums, but what abou-" Bing was about to sprint upstairs to the other's rooms when Dark stopped him.
"Calm down, we will address this later on. Before then, however, we need to sleep. Or, at least I do. I'll see you in a few hours." Dark yawned and walked up the staircase.
"Yeah. Good idea dude." Bing pointed finger guns at Dark, who rolled his eyes.
"Please don't call me dude."