What happened? (Part one)

    It was a normal day for Host. He sat in his room and continued his job. He loved working but he loved his brothers more. He especially loved Author, he loved the different stories he wrote and the different creatures he would make just for a story. He loved his older brother as well, just not as much…Wilford was…different. He would always talk with a slightly slur and he always wore pink which irritated Hosts’ eyes.
    Normally Host would sit in his room and broadcast information for those who were listening to his radio station but today he decided he needed a break. He was currently in the kitchen making tea for his brothers and himself when he was suddenly thrown off balance by a sudden pain in his side. He held his side in pain and grit his teeth trying to stop the pain. Eventually the pain subsided and he released the breath he didn’t know he held.
    He straightened and continued his work when there was a knock at the door. “Host didn’t know they had a door,” he said to himself before stopping. ‘Why did he speak in third person,’ he wondered before shaking it off. He walked to the door and opened it to see nothing, that is until he looked down. On the steps was a child, around the age of 8 who looked like Host and his brothers.
    “Who are you,” he asked curiously. He kneeled down to the child’s height and looked him over, he had slightly spiked hair, almost like Authors’ hair, the main thing that drew Hosts’ eyes were the fact that this kid had none, he didn’t have his eyes.
    “I-I don’t know…I-I don’t know how I got here,” he said in a voice similar to Mark’s yet it was higher pitch.
    “Come in, we’ll figure this out. Allow me to introduce himself, I’m Host one of the eldest Ipliers, second to Wilford who is his older brother,” he said switching to third person every now and then. “S-strange…this has never happened before…to any iplier,” he mumbled lightly. He looks towards the little boy in the living room.
    “What do you know about yourself,” he asked softly as he kneeled down to the boy’s level.
    “I-I don’t know…I-I just woke up here…I-I don’t know where I’m from,” he boy said sadly as he started sniffling.
    “Hey, hey it’s ok. That just means you’re a new Iplier. You’re my new brother,” Host said smiling.
    “W-what do you mean,” the boy asked with tears in his eyes. Host carefully walked over to him and hugged him firmly.
    “You are an iplier, you were made by the fans of a man named Mark Edward Fichback, you are my brother and Host is yours,” he said smiling softly, ignoring the fact that he spoke in third person.
    “B-but I don’t know my name,” the boy said as he cautiously returned the hug. After a moment the two pulled out of the hug and Host looked at the little boy.
    “You look so much like Mark…the only different is your hair is completely black and you’re skin is a little darker…hm…we’ll call you Dark,” Host said smiling at the little boy.
    “D-Dark? I like it,” the boy said smiling at Host before hugging him again. Host returned the hug and suddenly felt tired.
    “Alright, it’s time for bed,” he said to Dark. “I’ll take you to your room and then we’ll go to sleep sound good?”
Dark nodded his head as he rubbed his eyes tiredly. Host held his hand as they walked towards the back of the house where there was a new room.
    “This is your room and mine is across the hall if you need me,” he said tiredly as he put Dark on the bed. “Sleep tight little brother,” he said smiling as he turned off the light and went to his room to sleep. As he was falling asleep he felt the bed dip and someone or something went between his arms and laid down. When he looked down he saw Dark was asleep in his arms. Host smiled and kissed his head softly and fell asleep.