A Teacher of Sorts

A Teacher of Sorts (Pt 1)

Sean and Signe were both rudely awakened by the sound of the fire alarm blaring in their ears.
Sean shot up immediately, while Signe took her time to tear her eyelids apart.
The first thing either of them saw was Mark standing on a ladder, attempting to take the batteries out of the fire alarm.
What was rather strange, was the fact that Mark appeared to be wearing a suit, complete with a tie.
Sean opened his mouth to speak, his tired brain still attempting to jumble proper words into a sentence. Then another Mark walked in. That's when they were both certain that they were still dreaming. This other Mark rushed in from the dining room, waving the smoke out of his face.
"Bim, the Host remembers telling you NOT to start the oven. Is the Host incorrect?" The second Mark said.
The second Mark was... blindfolded. There was a pink bandage wrapped around his head, including the place his eyes should have been. He was also dressed in a coat that looked similar to a trench coat, which weirded Sean out even further.
The first Mark turned to face the second, and then Sean saw the glasses. They were a different looking pair then the ones he saw Mark with recently. They were more square shaped.
"No... you told me not to use the oven." The first said.
"That's correct. Now, why don't you try to find Wil? He appears to have disappeared." The second suggested. As soon as the second finished his sentence, a third walked in.
"Guys I just took the biggest sh-" the third started. His jaw hung open when he saw Sean and Signe gawking at them.
This one was easily recognizable. Sean immediately identified him as THE Wilford Warfstache, but Signe didn't have as easy of a time.
The first did his best to stay on the ladder, but toppled off and landed on the tile floor. The second didn't appear to be phased by their awakening.
"The Host wishes Sean and Signe a good morning." The second said.
Immediately after he finished, the oven burst into flames.