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Some madmare headcanon（I guess
p2 is a picture I drew for a fanfic that I was stuck at the beginning and couldn't write on( (so I cut off part of the picture to avoid spoilers
(But of course, the premise of not spoiling is that I can finish writing this fanfic lol
ps.The theme is succubus literature
（really? literature? (Yeup, literature(?
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pps.I hope this won't happen this time that dumblr won't show my posts once I tag Mitpit (it's him who retired, not me (omg so rude no wonder I was blocked (no
#natewantstobattle#nwtb#natewantstobattle fanart#natemare nwtb#matpat#madpat#matpat egos#natepat#madmare#natemare#nwtb egos#nwtb fanart
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❤️💜🧡‼️
Process:
So proud of this painting :) !!
#painting#acrylic painting#natewantstobattle#nwtb#natemare#nwtb fanart#fanart#phantom#nateskellington#youtuber egos#nwtb egos#phantom nwtb#natemare nwtb#skelly nwtb#this took so long but omg it was worth it#im so proud of it fr#:d yay
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HAPPY 9TH BIRTHDAY TO NATEMARE!! YOU WOULDVE LOVED THE FNAF MOVIE!!
Oops its 8th. STILL!!
#natewantstobattle#nwtb#nathan sharp#nwtb egos#natemare#natewantstobattle egos#natemare nwtb#natewantstobtl
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A thought I had while writing a new fic
Virgil: *has headphones on and is blasting I’m Not Okay (I Promise) by My Chemical Romance loudly enough so that other people in the room can hear*
Mare:
“You listen to MCR?”
*they then proceed to bond over their shared love of emo bands*
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Hii :D Any NSFW alphabet headcanons for either Natemare or Phantom?
NATEMARE + PHANTOM
NSFW HEADCANNONS
A/N: OHOHOHOHOOOOH DO I HAVE HEADCANNONS? YES I DO INDEEEEEEEED as always NSFW below the cut and READ THE WARNINGS!!
Warning/contains: face sitting, bondage, biting, dom/sub dynamic, degrading/praise kink, oral sex
Natemare:
- we all saw the mangled music video.
- he’s into bondage.
- NO MAN HAS THAT MUCH ROPE WITHOUT A DESIRE TO TIE SOMEONE UP OR BE TIED UP
- if you did tie him up though he’d be a whiney bitch about it
- 100% a switch but when subbing very bratty
- when being a dom?
- he’s very 50/50 with praising and degrading
- he’d definitely call you prince/princess or some other cheesy nick names
- favourite position is doggy 100%
- he’s into hair pulling too
- weather it’s his hair being pulled or yours he’s into it 100%
- he will beg you to sit on his face
- agree to it and he’ll probably marry you
Phantom:
- he will bite you
- he’s very into biting and scratching
- also hickeys
- expect them everywhere
- he will edge you and overstimulate you
- he can and will eat you out until you’re actually crying from overstimulation
- he never was a sub so if you try to dom him he won’t stop you he’ll just be extreme flustered confused and embarrassed
- once he’s used to it throw a few ‘good boy’s at him and he’ll melt
- put a collar on him or restrain him in any way
- he’ll complain but he loves it
- favourite position is missionary
- he likes to see your face
- he feels it’s more intimate
#smut#natewantstobattle#natepai#natemare#natemare x reader#phantom nwtb#phantom x reader#phantom nwtb x reader#natewantstobattle x reader#YouTuber egos#nwtb#nwtb egos#natemare nwtb
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I'm currently working on other stuff rn but that's taking awhile so have some nonsense in the meantime
I missed drawing these idiots
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Can we get headcannons of the NWTB egos with a reader who’s the embodiment of a child’s fear pretty pretty please 🥺
Oh, fine. But only because you added two "pretties" to your request, lol.
(Side note: I really only write for Phantom, Bones, and Natemare on occasion, so these will just be headcanons for them. I know Nate has more egos than these three, but these are the ones I have an actual attachment to.)
Since fear is such a complex thing, and since there are literally hundreds of phobias out there, we'll just assume that the reader is the embodiment of fear in general, just. . .specifically for kids, I guess.
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Phantom
If you've read my stories about Phantom, then you know that I personally see him as an eldritch abomination. He wears a glamour to blend in with humans most of the time, but underneath said glamour, he's got all the qualifications. Body horror cranked up to eleven, mind-melting vibes, the whole shebang.
That being said, to compare an embodiment of fear to a creature like him is. . .interesting. Very, very interesting. On the one hand, you're partially the reason Phantom has his status as such a horrific monstrosity. Without fear, he might not have the amount of respect and power he's earned throughout the years.
On the other hand. . .well, he's the kind of thing that adults (humans and lesser-monsters alike) learn to fear one way or another. Although children are always more intelligent and observant than they're given credit for, they just can't exactly process things like Phantom. They can process fear itself, as well as nightmares/terrors, but they can't really grasp something so raw. Interacting with an eldritch creature means having to accept the unacceptable, to confront the fact that the universe is much more fluid and indifferent and wrong than it was already thought to be. And, thankfully, young minds that are so busy developing themselves can't face that stuff for a matter of time.
Anyway, on top of all the outer monstrosity stuff, Phantom is nothing if not a smug bastard. So, he'd definitely use the supernatural/cosmic hierarchy to poke some fun at you. Remember, a lot of his work focuses on stuff like greed or desperation and the like. Oftentimes, a lack of fear is what leads his clients to sign his contracts.
Even so, he'd still hold respect for you. Fear is a completely natural thing for humans; in fact, it's necessary for survival (see the previous passage). Children can use their fears to grow, to discover things about themselves. They can work hard to overcome their fears, and then feel proud and strong once they reach that goal. Even if they don't overcome their fears, they can still find ways to coexist with them. They can learn all sorts of things from their fears. They might draw inspiration from their fears to create art, or use their fears to try and protect others. The possibilities are endless.
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Bones
As a revenant, Bones is all-too familiar with fear. It was one of the things to overwhelm him as he died, as well as when he entered the process of becoming undead. So, he'd admittedly act hostile toward you at first. (Not like that's too different from how he acts with pretty much everyone.) He may be supernaturally strong and technically immortal, but he's not invulnerable. Nowadays, fear is like a syringe to his pain. It makes his spasms worse, makes his heart and lungs burn, makes his brain swim.
Though he can't remember the majority of his past life, he can remember feeling fear in his childhood. And the lack of memories makes those feelings even worse, because he doesn't know what they were about, or what caused them, or, or, or. . .
Still, in a strange way, a child's fear can hold some portion of a child's innocence. (Keep in mind, this very much depends on circumstance.) And innocence is something Bones hasn't seen or felt for a very, very long time. Interacting with children's fears personified just might provide a brief window to it. That wouldn't really alleviate any of his pain, but it might make him feel calm for a few minutes.
If he were to form a legitimate friendship with you, he could potentially see you as a way to keep kids away from him. Which, in turn, would ensure that no children experience the pain he emits as a revenant. Yeah, Bones is spiteful and negative (and definitely sadistic in certain scenarios), but he's not enough of a monster to want to harm kids.
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Natemare
If we're keeping the FNAF lore in mind, Natemare is something of a guardian to children, thanks to his ties with the Marionette. Due to that, he'd probably be wary of you at first. The ghostly kids he's cared for in the past were all most certainly scared in the last moments of their lives, and even more so during their afterlives.
Then again, part of Mare's care and guidance for those ghost-children was helping them terrify any living adults who could've been connected to their deaths. And since that's somewhat justified. . .well, it's complicated, but he can still sort of understand your role in the grand scheme of things.
Plus, like I said before with Phantom: fear has a positive side. It's the thing that can prepare kids for the world, help them grow, push them to be careful with the decisions they make. So, with that in mind, Mare would have some genuine respect for you. Perhaps there could be some kind of weird yin-yang scenario between the two of you.
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(I'm so sorry for all the waxing eloquent here 😅)
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I’m gonna get incarcerated for this…aren’t I? (I forgor Mare’s eye shadow…woops-)
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NWTB Egos as Sims +Madpat
A couple months ago I made Sims of various Youtuber Egos and their creators. These were actually my first of the bunch but posted last as they aren’t as popular as the other two groups.
Phantom (He/Him) Spellcaster. Traits: Self-Absorbed, Outgoing, Materialistic
Natemare (He/Him) Spellcaster. Traits: Family Oriented, Music Lover, Gloomy
Sharper (He/Him) Human. Traits: Cat Lover, Genius, Geek
Madpat (He/Him) Human. Traits: Erratic, Genius, Perfectionist
Natewantstobattle (He/Him) Human. Traits: Geek, Creative, Active
Matpat (He/Him) Human. Traits: Good, Genius, Geek
Phantom, Mare, Sharper, and Mad all live in an apartment above Phantom’s bar. I even added a mod so the bar is a functional business. Matt and Nate live in a separate household with the other Youtubers. Nate and Mare originally didn’t have stretched ears but I changed it after I added the Eco Lifestyle pack to my game.
Matt’s face is literally like a couple changes away from one of the preset faces. Mad also has burns on his chest and arms. The purple eyeshadow under Mare’s eyes is meant to be his stripes since I couldn’t find cc for them. They are also the only ego household with a pet; they have a raccoon named Lab-Rat(adopted by Sharper, named by Mad jokingly). Idk why I gave them a raccoon, it just fit.
CC: Some of Phantom’s tattoos, Sharper’s bandages and LED, Mad’s burns, some of Nate’s tattoos(unshown), Nate, Sharper & Mare’s gages.
Main Inspo for Egos(especially Sharper and Mad) from @reverseblackholeofwords ego stories
Other Sims: Mark’s Egos: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/nightwillow18/687448033644986368?source=share
Jack’s Egos: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/nightwillow18/687617724339388416?source=share
#natewantstobattle#natewantstobattle egos#nwtb egos#phantom nwtb#nwtb phantom#natemare#natemare nwtb#Sharper#nwtb sharper#matpat#madpat#antimatter#matpat egos#sims#sims 4#sims 4 characters
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Impromptu（This is just the caption for the first picture
"But what about the audience?"
"Oh, the audience? They're no different from us. But when the house lights go back on, the cutains close, they have to go on, improvising."
（probably a play reading rehearsal session of a theater club in a parallel world
（just probably（Why on earth am I still be doing AU when 2023 is almost over
(I don't know why I drew this (and technically the four of them couldn't even act this lol
ps. This is a ——I'm sorry to disturb everyone's soptify annual summary but still i post it and hope you are all having a great time——kinda personal tumblr summary of half of the year but doesn't really looks well lol(kinda
(This is the second time my account has glitched on Dumblr (the first time was this account, and the second time was the one I was using recently )(omg can't even @ it lol (all my posts in the tag were hidden all of a sudden)
(last time there was a problem with this account, they emailed me back saying glitch happened and fixed it I guess
(although I think this problem must also bother many other people, but from now on I will call myself T-witch for tumblrglitch, thank you, I wish you all a Happy New Year in advance, and end scene (you wh-
So I guess it's also a kind of impromptu
（a bad one though
（or a bed one cuz there's a blanket enemy（？
（still bad lol
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NATEMARE ‼️
#natewantstobattle#fanart#nwtb#youtuber egos#also posted on Insta#nwtb fanart#natemare#natemare nwtb#digital art#please let this reach the right people
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“HEY MATTHEW-! IT’S TIME TO PLAY MOTHERFUCKER!!”
Some Natemare Art for you guys lol, yes the tattoos are missing, I can’t draw them. Lyrics are from INK’s song “Assault and Batteries”!
#natewantstobattle#nwtb#nathan sharp#nwtb egos#natewantstobattle egos#natewantstobtl#natemare#natemare nwtb
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Nate’s older P!ATD covers are more Natemare to me, i.e Emperor’s New Clothes, but his (somewhat) newer ones are more Phantom to me, i.e This Is Gospel
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Here he is! The lil Mare I doodled while testing out new brushes a while back! Didn’t post him at the time since I wanted to draw more but eh, I can do that later.
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I got Rain World and love it so far so here’s a Mare slugcat because yea
I’m still not super far into the game and I’ve been avoiding spoilers so I don’t know much lore stuff but like maybe I’ll expand on this as I learn more :3
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Day 5: Revenge
(Trigger Warnings: talk of death/dying, implied murder, descriptions of rot/decay, pain/suffering, blood, broken bones, fatal injuries, strong language. Please let me know if I missed anything.)
Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 6 Day 7
Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza had never been too appealing of a place. Mare had held that opinion even when the restaurant was operating, before he’d died.
The place had changed—not for the better, obviously—after being closed and forgotten about for years.
Puddles were scattered about the black-and-white checkered floor, slowly but surely growing in size thanks to water that was still dripping from holes in the roof. Black mold gathered in the corners, crept up the walls around peeling paint. Rats scurried here and there, probably trying to decide whether or not Mare was human. The air was damp and fetid; if Mare had still been alive, he had no doubt that the stench of decay would’ve quickly worked its way into his clothes and hair.
All in all, the restaurant seemed to finally look the way it had always felt.
Mare drifted through the dining area for the hundredth time now, past the show stage (which had practically sunken into the floor). His footsteps made no sound. He didn’t even feel like he was moving. He paused just outside of Pirate’s Cove, waiting patiently.
The Foxy animatronic eventually poked its head out through the purple, star-patterned curtains, looking at him with a glassy, bright yellow eye. Mare waved a hand towards himself before turning away. He could hear metal thudding and scraping against the floor as Foxy followed his lead.
Mare listened to booming thunder and drumming rain. He hummed in time with the storm outside as it tried its best to shake the abandoned restaurant.
He’d been navigating this place for an eternity by now. He hated knowing every single nook and cranny by heart. He couldn’t even take comfort in the fact that he’d never been alone. The only people he had for company were in a constant state of agony and anger like he was. Even now, he could feel the anger radiating off of Foxy, who was only following him out of confusion.
But tonight wasn’t like all the other nights he’d been trapped here.
Because someone else—someone alive—had been trespassing and hiding out in the building for the past four nights. Mare knew who the aforementioned trespasser was, and he’d made it abundantly clear to the trespasser that he was being stalked, being hunted.
And the trespasser just kept coming back. Which, of course, prompted Mare to start experimenting with different tactics. He’d managed to form a plan, and so far his attempts had been successful.
As long as tonight followed the same script as the previous ones. . .
Mare led Foxy down a certain corridor; the one that led to the restaurant’s saferoom.
Three familiar animatronics—Freddy, Bonnie, Chica—lay on the floor, completely and utterly dismantled. Their limbs were twisted in unnatural positions, their rusted jaws hung open, their blank eyes stared at nothing.
Despite all this, somehow, you wouldn’t be able to see what was inside those robotic carcasses.
But Mare already knew. He didn’t need the animatronics to be opened up.
Even after all this time, the stains around the animatronics’ eyes, mouths, and joints—the areas where blood and mucus had leaked out through—still had yet to fade.
He stopped and stood before the carnage, waiting.
As soon as Foxy caught up to him, the saferoom’s door slammed against the wall.
A blur of movement rushed past Mare, and Foxy was suddenly writhing on the floor. A man stood above the animatronic, mercilessly beating it with what looked like a sledgehammer.
Foxy shuddered and convulsed, trying and failing to fight against its attacker.
In a matter of minutes, the animatronic was in pieces, just like the others. The man panted like a dog as he finally stopped his ambush. Mare stepped closer, glowering at him with all the hate he could muster.
This wasn’t a man; this was a vile, hideous, motherfucking waste of space parasite who’d killed innocent children because watching people suffer was the only source of joy in his pathetic life. Out of all the victims he’d taken, only one had been an adult: a night guard who had known that something wasn’t right with him, who watched him very carefully, who had managed to follow him into his little hideout and witness the atrocities he’d been committing.
And that night guard had gone by a name that Mare simply couldn’t remember anymore.
That night guard would’ve looked a lot like Mare, had Mare been healthy and breathing.
That night guard had died in the middle of trying to save that bastard’s victims.
The parasite sneered right back at him as he hurried into the saferoom, just as he had the previous nights. Mare lingered near Foxy, staring down at the mess the parasite had made.
He watched as what looked like a cloud of mist began wafting off of the animatronic. The cloud hovered in the air for a few seconds, then shrunk into a humanoid silhouette. And just like that, the spirit of a young, freckle-faced boy was standing before Mare, looking lost and frightened.
Muffled screams began echoing from the saferoom. Mare huffed a laugh as the boy’s expression grew more and more aware. Without needing to be instructed, the boy phased through the door. Mare was right behind him.
The second Mare and the boy entered the saferoom, four more children—the ones who had previously been trapped inside the other animatronics—all converged into the room.
Just like him, their eyes resembled pools of ink. Just like him, their faces were semi-obscured by tear tracks, which resembled stationary wisps of curling smoke. Just like him, their skin appeared unsaturated and decayed. They each boasted different types of horrible injuries. Stab wounds, blunt-force trauma scars, discolored impressions of fingers encircling the skin of the throat. . .
They were all dead, having been killed in this very place all those years ago.
The children circled around the parasite like sharks in a frenzy, howling with rage, clawing at the parasite’s clothes and hair. The parasite’s face was contorted in panic, fear, and understanding.
Mare watched, feeling the schadenfreude that had become so familiar.
The parasite tried swinging his sledgehammer down onto the freckled boy’s head. There was no impact. No blood sprayed against the wall. The boy didn’t scream or fall to the floor. Instead, the boy gripped the sledgehammer’s head, wrenched it out of the parasite’s grasp, and swung it right back at him. The weapon collided into the parasite’s side with a solid crunch.
The parasite cried out in pain and stumbled back. He tried to charge at Mare, but Mare’s only response was to herd him back into the center of the room. The freckled boy dropped the tool and joined his peers to give chase.
Now swaying and limping, the parasite sprinted in circles, fairly uselessly. The children kept intercepting him as he kept failing to hurt them. Obviously desperate, the parasite surged over to the corner, where a bulky yellow springlock suit was slumped against the wall. It was none other than Spring Bonnie: the same rabbit-looking mascot that the parasite had used for his disguise.
Mare knew for a fact that he had every single fucking right to hate that thing. But he also couldn’t deny that, even if it hadn’t been part of the parasite’s signature, it still would’ve just looked. . .wrong. The smile its face had been designed with looked eerie, more obsessive than genuinely happy.
The suit was a monster all on its own, but the parasite had made it even worse.
The parasite knelt before Spring Bonnie, hastily shoving its head off of its neck, opening it up around its joints. He managed to close it up around himself, then picked up the rabbit’s head and positioned it over his own like the mask it was. He stood there, breathing heavily as he stared at the ghosts he’d created.
Mare paused, then glanced at each of the children in turn. Despite the hollow murk of their eyes, it was clear that they were frightened. They were remembering how the parasite had donned this exact costume when he’d lured them to their deaths.
Not only that, but they were all obviously trying hard to be brave. They continued snarling and shouting at the parasite, but their voices wavered. Their trauma was still present, and that caused a dull ache to resonate through Mare’s empty chest.
And as if it couldn’t get any worse, a scratchy, ear-splitting sound was suddenly filling the room, bouncing off the walls. It took Mare a few seconds to realize that the parasite was fucking laughing at the children.
He started to lunge at the parasite, but a small blur suddenly rushed past him. His heightened anger was replaced by surprise as he watched a dark-haired girl pounce and shove at the parasite with everything she had.
Had she been alive, her attack likely wouldn’t have been successful. But death, in all its irony, could make you deceptively strong, no matter what age or condition you’d been in before the end.
The metallic parts of the parasite’s disguise crashed and groaned as he hit the floor, toppling over like a slow avalanche. The girl loomed over him, punching and kicking and shrieking at him with absolutely no mercy. Almost immediately, he started screaming, convulsing.
Mare tilted his head at this. He drew closer and discovered that blood was seeping through Spring Bonnie, slowly but surely mixing into the rancid puddle the parasite had been shoved into. Then, a muffled cacophony of flesh being punctured and torn, of bones snapping finally made itself known to him, though the sounds were nearly drowned out by the girl’s war-cry.
This encouraged the other children, who rushed over to surround the parasite.
Mare remembered overhearing the pre-recorded messages one of his co-workers had been required to listen to. He remembered the very explicit safety instructions that came with wearing one of the suits Freddy Fazbear’s was (in)famous for; if any of the springlocks inside were dampened—hell, even just nudged out of place—they would disengage. And if they disengaged, then the wearer would suddenly be completely vulnerable to the suit’s internal exoskeleton. And at that point, it would’ve been more appropriate to stop calling the suit a suit and start calling it an iron maiden.
Although the children were incapable of being physically struck, and although the parasite didn’t have time to even try to struggle against them, Mare’s instincts were in overdrive. Mare maneuvered himself around the children and grabbed the parasite’s arms in a vice-like grip, holding them at an angle that would not only cause the parasite more pain, but made it impossible for the parasite to attempt self-defense.
The children kept at their attacks for. . .Mare actually wasn’t sure for how long. Minutes had always had a bad habit of dragging on when he was alive, and time moved even slower after he’d died. But he didn’t mind; the children had been waiting far too long for something like this to happen. He wasn’t about to make them stop. They’d stop when they were good and ready.
For the first time in years, Mare felt himself relax. He smiled at the scene before him with a sort of joy that would’ve been unconventional had it not been justified.
To put it simply, he was proud of the children. He’d never seen himself as a fatherly type, but he’d spent the vast majority of his afterlife trying to guide and comfort them. And now? They were getting the justice they deserved all by themselves.
Sooner or later, the children eventually began to calm down. They stopped screaming, stopped the ambush altogether, though you could tell that it was as begrudgingly as it was out of exhaustion.
Mare watched as the children moved away from the parasite, then turned his head to stare into the parasite’s eyes. Even with the children’s escalation, it would be a long, long, long time before he actually died. It would be slow and agonizing. And he deserved every single bit of it.
He also wasn’t worth any more of Mare’s time. So, Mare roughly released the parasite from his hold and delivered one more kick to the side of his head.
He left the parasite in a wailing, twitching, worthless heap.
But he only made it halfway across the room before stumbling to his knees.
The children all gasped and quickly approached him, trying to help him right himself.
Since the day he’d died, Mare had felt nothing but numbness and cold, which was occasionally accompanied by dull pain. Right now, however, the aches he’d never quite adjusted to were slowly dissipating. He felt lighter, warmer, and. . .
Tired.
Not even while he’d been bleeding out had Mare ever felt so tired.
Mare glanced around at the children, and his mouth fell open in surprise.
Each of them seemed to be glimmering. Their skin transitioned from sickly gray to the natural shades they’d been born with. Their wounds vanished, one by one. Their dark, oily tear tracks evaporated into the air as their eyes softly shifted to colors other than black. Mare didn’t need to look at himself to know that his form was changing in a similar manner. For a split-second, he could’ve sworn that he’d felt a heartbeat rushing through him.
In no time at all, the children each looked healthy enough to be alive again.
But they weren’t. Mare knew they weren’t, and they did, too.
Even after the miraculous healing process, the children were still translucent. Except now. . .light seemed to be fluttering around them, as though candles had been embedded into their cores.
They were fading in and out of view, becoming harder to see with each passing second.
The children’s expressions were all an odd mix of confusion and relief. Mare beamed at them, knowing that they wouldn’t need him to explain. Slowly but surely, the children smiled back.
Up until now, they’d only ever known death. Mare didn’t expect them to have an idea of what would come after they’d been forced to remain for so long; not when he had no idea what was in store for himself. But whatever it was, his instincts made it clear that it was good.
Mare barely had any strength left, but he held onto it. He had to if he wanted to see the kids off.
He waited silently, patiently as each of the children vanished into thin air.
After a few moments, only one was left: the dark-haired girl. The one who had been the first to attack the parasite.
Her face was joyful, but still uncertain. She kept looking around him to glare at the parasite. She was making a valiant effort to stay. She knew she didn’t need to, Mare could tell, but she just couldn’t help but be anxious.
Mare knew that anxiety inside-out. He knew it hadn’t felt the same to him as it had to her, but he understood. And that was just enough.
Mare gently patted her shoulder. “You’ve got to get some rest now,” he said, as she craned her neck to face him. “It’s time to move on.”
She blinked, then let out a small sigh and nodded. She closed her eyes and hugged his arm tightly—Mare could still feel her embrace after she disappeared.
That was it. Everything was finally over.
Foreign light began creeping around the edges of Mare’s vision. . .The room started spinning, but it didn’t make him nauseous. . .All he felt was an indescribable, wonderful sense of contentment as he quickly and painlessly went blind. . .
And then. . .
. . .He was gone.
@that-bat @sammys-magical-au
#my writing#goretober 2022#nathan sharp#natewantstobattle#natemare#natemare nwtb#fnaf#fnaf missing children#tw blood#tw talk of death/dying#tw implied murder#tw gore#tw broken bones#tw fatal injuries#tw pain#tw decay/rot
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