Natemare Nwtb - Blog Posts

Saw this on a YouTube short and my immediate thought was Phantom and Natemare. The thought of Mare under yee haw got a good chuckle out of me.

I'M HYPERFIXATED ON A CHARACTER SO OBSCURE I'VE READ EVERY FANFIC ON AO3 (THAT ISN'T FREAKY), SEEN ALL THE FANART HERE ON TUMBLR AND EVERY TIKTOK. I THINK I'M GOING TO WRITE A FANFIC MYSELF BECAUSE THERE'S NOTHING ELSE. ARTISTS OF THIS APP PLEASE DRAW NATEMARE I'M DESPERATE FOR CONTENT.

ITS MY BOY

Mangled by NateWantsToBattle Music Video

A/N: OUGH THE BRAIN WORMS. I read an AMAZING fic by @th3w00ds called 'Let's Fix That With a Controlled Shock', and with their permission, I wrote a sequel fic. I hope you guys like it! Make sure to go check out the original work first or this will make no sense.

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Phantom sighed as he wrote out another contract. He'd been especially busy today, and it seemed like people were coming in one after the other. He felt a slight twinge in his head, no doubt a headache coming on. He pushed himself out of his chair, reaching for his water bottle on the floor when that twinge turned into an electric pain in his head, like nothing he had ever felt before. He grit his teeth at the sudden pain before he heard a faint scream, agonizing and full of pain. Phantom paused, his eyes widening. He knew who that belonged to.

Natemare.

Phantom wasted no time in grabbing his cane, flicking his wrist to open a portal. He had no idea where he would pop out, but he knew that his brother was in trouble. That scream was one of the worst sounds he'd heard. As he stepped through, he found himself in a dark, clearly abandoned pizzeria. The rank smell of mold was quick to make his nose burn, but there was something underlying, a thick, coppery scent. He looked around for a few moments before his eyes landed on a curled up form on the ground.

“Mare!” Phantom shouted, hurrying over to where his brother lay. The tear streaks on his face were more pronounced, his face pale. Natemare slowly uncurled himself, and Phantom noticed a bloody stab on his back. He would have to get that taken care of, but what happened here?

“Mare, what happened here?” Phantom asked. Natemare opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. He dug his nails into his legs, looking around for something.

“Buddy, talk to me,” Phantom pleaded. Natemare turned to him, pointing at his mouth, then crossing his arms in an x. It took Phantom a few seconds to figure out what his brother was trying to tell him, but once he did, his blood began to boil.

“Who?” Phantom inquired. Whoever had dared to do this to his younger brother would have hell to pay. Natemare made a slit throat gesture, but when Phantom tilted his head, trying to figure out who his brother was referring to, Natemare made animated twitching motions, looking like he was…

“Glitching! Anti?” Natemare quickly nodded, then held up another finger. Another person. He imitated pressing down a suit.

“Darkiplier?” Phantom asked. The man had always seemed very calm and collected, and this didn't seem like something he would do, so Phantom wasn't surprised when Natemare shook his head. He looked around, and after a few seconds, he found a purple object in the room. He pointed at that, then to one of his eyes. Looking around again, he found a blue object and pointed to his other eye. Phantom sat, puzzled for a few moments.

“...Dawktrap?” he asked hesitantly. Natemare nodded, confirming it. Once Phantom got his hands on those two, he was going to make them regret ever stepping foot in this place. Holding out his hand, the older brother helped Natemare up, using his cane to open a portal to their house, stepping through. Natemare slumped down onto the couch, and Phantom made a beeline for the bathroom, opening the cabinet to grab gauze. He had to wonder, though. What had those two done to take his brother's voice? Was it a permanent thing? When he came back into the living room, he saw that his younger brother had grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen. Phantom smiled. They'd be able to communicate now. He sat down next to Natemare, gently inspecting the area around the wound before gently pressing on it with the gauze. Natemare winced, but he allowed his brother to treat the wound. After a few seconds, he reached for the pen and paper, beginning to write something down.

“Thank you.” Phantom nodded, changing positions so he was facing Natemare on the couch.

“Of course. I heard you scream, in the back of my mind. Gods, that was an awful sound. I knew you were in trouble, and I wasn't going to leave you out to dry,” Phantom replied. Natemare looked down at the paper, his hands shaking as he wrote. It was clear that he couldn't find the words he wanted to say, and after a few seconds, he crumpled the paper and all but lunged at Phantom, wrapping his older brother in a hug. Phantom was taken aback, but he quickly returned the embrace, running his hands through his brother's hair, trying to comfort him. He felt Natemare shaking, and Phantom could tell he was crying. Phantom hummed a familiar song, trying to comfort his brother as he sobbed in his arms. He held him tight, rage burning in his eyes. He was going to make those fuckers regret ever touching Mare.

“Make no mistake, I'll break you down…”

Let’s Fix That with a Controlled Shock

@red-balloon12 @nwtbobsessedemo @colourfulmes

Fandom: Youtuber Egos

Trigger Warnings (if any): Character goes through a lot of pain, electrocution, betrayal, angst

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Natemare sighed as he approached the run down building that two of his… “friends” had told him to go to for some meeting. Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. He looked up at the decaying walls, the plant life growing on them making it clear that the pizzeria hadn’t been open for quite some time.  He walked closer, opening the doors and stepping inside. The inside of the place looked even worse than the outside of it did, tables knocked over, the floors littered with garbage. Why the hell would they invite him here, to this shitty place? 

Natemare continued his walk inside the pizzeria, inspecting what he could see. No sign of either of the two. Were they even going to show up? He wouldn’t blame them if they didn’t. 

Suddenly, the lights on the main stage flickered on. Natemare snapped his head towards it, and he looked for any sign of a person. Both the ones who invited him had electricity powers, so it could be either.

“Hey! Anyone there?” He called out loudly. A chuckle rang throughout the room, and bolts of purple and blue electricity arced onto the center of the main stage, forming a person amid the broken animatronics. The form was center stage, standing in front of the withered Freddy animatronic. The one stepped closer as he formed, and Natemare recognized him.

“Natemare! It’s been far too long, my friend!” Dawktrap exclaimed, hopping down from the stage in front of Natemare. The Brit wiped at his purple vest after, making sure he was immaculate as always. His glowing blue and purple eyes slowly dimmed back to normal as his powers weren’t being used. 

“It’s good to see you too, Dawktrap! Where’s Anti? Have you seen him?” Natemare asked, looking around the room once again. 

“The bastard will be here soon. He’s always late to these,” Dawktrap answered, also looking around for any clues to Anti’s appearance. 

A couple of seconds after that, a flash of green electricity happened. Natemare had to blink rapidly for a moment to get his vision back to normal due to how bright the flash was. When he opened his eyes, he saw Antisepticeye in front of him and Dawktrap.

“You two seriously expected me to be here at the same time you were?! I was running late, Seán’s other egos were being assholes and tried to fuckin’ stop me from leaving! Can you believe that?!” Anti said, his voice glitching sporadically. Anti growled, and began to fiddle with his knife. “Who do they think they are?!” 

Anti was one for tantrums when things didn’t go his way, he always was. Dawktrap giggled, and Natemare smiled. The three of them hadn’t had a reunion like this in quite some time. It was nice, but out of the blue like this was very strange, and especially at being at Freddy Fazbear’s. 

“Anti, calm the fuck down, will ya? Remember, we’ve got something to show Mare!” Dawktrap said, still giggling. “And put the bloody knife away, you’re so attached to that thing.” 

Anti glared at Dawktrap, “I’ll put it away when I fuckin’ want to.” Anti stepped closer to the both of them, and gazed around the building himself. Natemare shifted on his feet, wondering when Dawktrap and Anti would get to what they wanted to “show him.” It was vague and quite odd, Natemare thought. 

Dawktrap began to walk to an open area in the room, ushering Natemare and Anti to follow him. Anti picked up his pace to walk parallel to Dawktrap, leaving Natemare to walk behind them. They reached the area, stopping their movement. 

“Now,” Dawktrap said, clasping his hands together, “Me and Anti wanted to show you something, Mare! You want us to?” 

Natemare was confused, but nodded nonetheless. “Sure I guess,” He said. 

“Great.” Dawktrap said, smiling. Natemare noticed a glint in his eyes as they started to glow. He tensed up, and took a step back. He wasn’t so sure about their intentions with this meeting anymore. 

“What are you guys going to sho- AGH, FUCK!” A sharp pain erupted from below Natemare’s shoulder out of nowhere. He quickly turned his head to see what had happened, and it was Anti. Holding a knife that was lodged into his back. They were planning on fucking attacking him?!

Natemare started to breathe in, preparing to sing in order to control them both and get them to stop attacking him. He could do it despite the pain, he knew he could. 

“Ah ah ah! No!” Dawktrap said, aiming his right hand towards Natemare. Natemare saw, and tried to prepare himself for what he knew was about to happen. Blue and purple electricity shot out of Dawktrap’s hand, and onto Natemare. It felt very painful, like many knives stabbing into him at once, but he could take a shock from one of them.

Anti let out a deranged laugh, which made it seem like he was enjoying this. Anti placed his free, left hand on Natemare, and it let out electricity as well. Now a mix of blue, purple and green electricity was arcing over and into his body, his muscles beginning to spasm. Taking a shock from one at a distance was doable, but he couldn’t take a shock from both of them, especially with Anti’s hand having direct contact with Natemare. 

He began to feel lightheaded, and was breathing erratically. It hurt so much. He wanted it to stop, to STOP, but Natemare had no idea how long they would keep up their sadistic fun. 

Natemare was on his hands and knees on the floor, breathing in and out at a fast pace, and he felt nothing but pain. Sharp, electric pain. It was too much. He could let it out, maybe it would relieve his pain. Natemare took a deep breath in, and started to scream in pain. 

It felt like forever, like the pain was forever and he was screaming FOREVER. HE COULDN’T TAKE IT, SO HE CONTINUED TO SCREAM. 

IT FELT LIKE IT NEVER STOPPED. 

AND HE CONTINUED.

TO.

SCREAM. 

The pain began to dim, slowly fading, and he noticed that the electricity arcing across him had disappeared, but the tingling and the pain had not yet gone. 

He opened his eyes and let out a shaky breath, looking up at Dawktrap and Anti, who were looking down at him. 

“Pathetic,” Anti sneered, “You were one of the most powerful egos of your group! And now look at you, Natemare… A worthless, useless, GODDAMN FAILURE OF AN EGO WITH NO POWERS ANYMORE!” He shouted at Natemare.

Natemare’s breath hitched and his eyes widened. No powers? W…What the fuck did he mean, no powers?! He had powers! He could control people with his voice! 

He tried to speak, but nothing escaped him. Nothing. NOTHING?! THAT SHOULDN’T HAPPEN, THAT- This couldn’t be happening! Had he seriously lost his voice?! Anti had said no powers anymore, so… did that mean Natemare would be without his main ability permanently?! No, no no no! 

“Natemare, you must understand, we simply… how shall I put this, thought you were too weak as you were. With your voice being your one and only power. We’ve helped you, see. You can adapt, you’re the type of person who adapts to anything. I’m sure this will be no different.” Dawktrap said, looking down at Natemare. 

Adapt? To this?! To having his main power stripped away from him?! Yeah, sure, he totally could! Natemare glared up at the two. Then another jolt of pain coursed through him, and he flinched. The knife was still lodged into his back. 

“And I’ll take this back,” Anti said, gripping the knife and slowly tearing it out. Natemare tried to scream in pain, but his voice didn’t work. 

“We’ll be going now,” Dawktrap said, “I assume we’ll be seeing you.” In one last flash of electricity, Dawktrap and Anti disappeared, leaving Natemare alone in the abandoned pizzeria. 

…Abandoned. 

Like he was. 

Friday!!! Friday please come!!!

Although this video is very messy in both drawing and editing and also subtitles are not on the beat!!! But I am calling for the arrival of Friday!!!

Friday soul, please come back!!(?

Also Mangled！！！

And perhaps NATEMARE PLZ ！！！(?

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(What the hell am I doing lol