thank you for blessing me with this gift today
New ETN/GT Fic
I wrote this for Matpat's retirement in March and look at me, right on time as always.
Matthew Patrick's Home for Imaginary Friends and Biblical Abominations
Rating: Gen, no ships, comedy, could be considered crack I guess
Summary: Stephanie Patrick has made a lot of adjustments and sacrifices ever since her husband came back from Everlock and has come out of the other side a stronger person. But six years later, Matthew and Nikita finally achieve the impossible and bring Joey Graceffa back from Pandora’s Box...along with something else. What do you do when your husband accidentally releases the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?
You hire them for Youtube of course.
Basically a fusion of Game Theory lore and ETN, featuring Stephanie, Jason, Tom, Lee, Santi, Amy, Mirror Matt, Ash, and a ton of other Theorist cameos and easter eggs. Its the new channel hosts as the Four Horsemen; this will NOT make sense if you don't follow the Theorist channels.
Fic Snippet is below the cut.
Hey Death, whatcha doing?”
“Go away, Fam, I’m busy!”
“You’re busy in MY space! Aren’t you supposed to be off reaping innocent babies or kittens or something?!”
“For the last time, we are GUESTS; you don’t own the space, you glutinous half-wit! Leave me alone!”
“Matt! Matt, Death is messing with your kitchen!!”
“GUYS! I’M ON THE PHONE!”
Stepping into her own kitchen wasn’t supposed to feel like a SAE mission. But Steph kept a flask of holy water and a crucifix in her Lululemon hip bag as she made her way over from the stairwell. The moment she made her presence known, she saw sickly green flames brighten to life in the blank sockets of Death’s skull face.
“Ah! Stephanie! So good of you to join us.” Death nodded his head politely and lifted a skeletal hand to tug at his black hood as though it were some sort of dapper hat. His upper-class London accent made the act feel less ridiculous and more like proper gentleman behavior.
“…Hi.” Steph was never going to get used to how terrifying it was to see green fire instead of eyeballs, especially since Death towered several feet over her and Matthew. Speaking of which… “I thought I heard Matthew’s voice.”
“He went downstairs,” a smooth voice chimed in from behind Death’s black robe. “With the other dude and the chick.”
Death snorted. “Eloquent and informative as ever.”
“She knows who I’m talking about! Now move your nonexistent ass; some of us are trying to work here!”
Steph saw a thick human arm swat at Death’s cloak, and the living personification of Famine stepped into Steph’s view.
Famine grinned at her with a very normal and healthy-looking human male face. Thank God. She would take his human form any day over the emaciated, decayed corpse that was his true form. Today, he was favoring a physique that had very broad shoulders and thick muscular biceps that strained against a baby blue shirt with some anime character imprinted on it. Matthew would surely know the show, but she did not. He had a round tan face with a salt and pepper beard and very mischievous eyes that were partially hidden behind thick black glasses. He eagerly held out one of her mixing bowls, which was filled near to the brim with something that smelled utterly delicious.
“I’m making snacks!”
“Thank you, Famine. That’s very sweet of you.” Steph couldn’t help but break into a smile. “Is this the same body you wore yesterday?”
Famine nodded vigorously. “Matt said we need to pick a body and stick with it. I like this one. Check out my GUNS!” He set the bowl down on the countertop beside him and flexed one of his thick arms at Steph.
Death scoffed. “Flesh is weak. Entropy is inevitable.”
“You’re just jealous because you can’t create anything other than the same lameo body you’ve had for centuries.”
“There’s nothing wrong with the way my human form looks. Not all of us are vain like you and Pestilence.”
“Excuse you?”
Steph jumped. A small, slender woman with incredibly pale skin and long black hair suddenly sat cross-legged at one of Steph’s kitchen bar chairs. She wore a shoulderless black halter dress that went down to the floor, to where Steph could see the tips of shiny Doc Martens peeking out. On her face, she wore black eyeliner to outline her light blue eyes, which were intensely focused on Famine. She looked completely human except for one small detail. She had long, razor-sharp silver claws instead of nails resting elegantly in her lap, like ten slim stiletto daggers just waiting to be thrown.
Death shook his bony head. “How many times have I told you not to scare our hosts like that? Don’t make me put a bell around your tiny neck!”
“Hmm, I’d like to see you try,” Pestilence yawned into the palm of her hand, her claws flexing across her face. They were filed into sharp points and caught the light in a terrifying way. “Sorry to bother you, Steph, but Matt was looking for you and said you needed to be on his call. He’s with the Vessel and Nikita.”
“The dude and the chick!” Famine shrugged. “I said that already.”
“You are useless,” Death groaned.
Oh. Right. Matthew had said he was going to call Jason today. She’d completely forgotten that was happening.
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we love santi nation
I feel like we should keep a thread of the theorist hosts being absolute chaos gremlins on Instagram because I was stalking Tom's Instagram posts (as one does) and came across this gem of an interaction:
For context this was on a video where Tom made a cover of Pikachu's Goodbye for Mat.
AND THERE'S SO MUCH MORE TOO?? It's not just Tom and Santi either, all four hosts are constantly at each others' throats and it makes me really want another GTLive where it's just Mat and the hosts on the couch doing dumb shit. I would watch the hell out of that.
From what I've seen so far it seems like there's some reoccuring themes:
Tom and Santi's beef (obviously)
Amy fanning the flames and just generally being a general menace
Lee being the slightly normal(?) one, also he constantly threatens to steal Tom's content
Santi compliments Tom aggressively to which Tom insults Santi aggressively which causes Santi to insult Tom aggressively
And ok I'll stop yapping now but I DID NOT ANTICIPATE HOW MUCH CHAOS THE NEW HOSTS WILL BRING and honestly? I'm all here for it.
(also I've just given up on being anonymous now LMAO it's so annoying how anonymous asks doesn't allow images or links)
Absolutely! When it’s not late o’clock where I live I’ll go through my phone to find the screenshots I saved of some of their more interesting moments.
Here’s two quick ones from Santi. Sir, thats a boyfriend pose, what are you doing?
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I LOVE
Madpat messing with Austin the first time, vs Madpat messing with Austin the 50th time.
Madpat is still scary and it still can be torture, but i just want to draw Austin at the point where hes just sick of madpats shit like “we get it, you’re a spooky murderer, go fuck yourself, youre not gonna kill me, i bring too much ad revenue. ” and Madpat is salty but also u rite tho.
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WOOOOOO
Here are some doodles of all of the matpat egos, from canonical egos to fanmade ones by me and the lovely @wouldntyou-liketoknow and one doodle of Steph and Matt because they’re my bio parents /J
Matpat is brainwashing me to make more content, the parasites are calling me @crazy-obsessed-enby
I am frothing at the mouth as the brain rot is going insane
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