Mat stared at the ceiling of a hospital room. It was blank and white, things he hated to see. A heart monitor and an IV kept him breathing as he looked around.
"M-Mat?" A figure walked into the room. "Mat!" A man hugged him, but not tightly. Mat smiled as a familiar smell hit him. Nate.
"Y-You're alive?" Mat said as Nate pulled back, raising an eyebrow.
Nate looked confused. "Sure am! Why would I be? Wait, am I a ghost?" He poked himself to make sure. "Yep, still here!"
Mat sighed and lied back in the bed. "What happened anyways?"
"You were driving with Stephanie to dinner. You crashed into a drunk. Well, they crashing into you. Steph is fine, and has been for months. You got the worse, coma and all." Nate said. "You really hit that noggin of yours."
Mat looked at Nate's eyes. He wasn't lying. No way that was a dream. No way it was a figment of his imagination. No freaking way.
"B-But I saw you die anyways. Dookie, Jack, Mark, Adam, Jin........"
"Adam and Jin?" Nate asked. "Other YouTubers?" Mat nodded as Nate finished.
"You haven't met them. And Jessica, Gilda, Lily and Alyssa. They're alive too?" Mat asked worried.
"Far as I know, yeah. All are alright. And that Jess you mumbled about, alive too." Nate stated. "But you seemed concerned."
"I am. I turned into a monster, a version of the Purple Guy from FNAF."
"Oh Mat, those theories are getting to you. Tell you what, as soon as your let out, I'll get Morgan and Steph over to have a movie marathon. Sound fun?" Nate chuckled.
Mat smiled. "Sure Nate. Sounds fun." And Nate left the room.
"I never left Mat. And I never will. That was a vision of what I can do to you and everyone around you. Be ready, Theorist."
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Six Souls, One Man (#Wattys2016)
FanfictionNathan Smith. He's a famous musical YouTuber as well as being a Pokemon nerd. One day he as well as five other YouTubers go missing. And it's Matthew Patrick's fault. Or is it?
