NatePat One-Shots

Red Room

song;; none
warnings;; torture, murder
natepat

He shouldn't have trusted him. Everyone told him to stay away, but he still stayed with that charming green haired man.

Now Nathan Smith sat strapped to a metal table, a camera pointed above him. His ankles and wrists were bound down with tightly knotted rope, rubbing his skin harshly whenever he moved. His neck was in a metal collar that was attached to the table, forcing him to always look up.

His 'boyfriend' circled him, twirling a knife in his fingers.

"Welcome, my friends! We have a new guest, introduce yourself darling."

Nathan knew the outcome wouldn't change, even if he didn't speak.

"A fucking idiot."

The man circling him was laughing so hard he stopped walking and crouched down before getting up, "I can't say I disagree, darling. Everyone warned you. Now, my friends, what should I do first to our special guest?"

He sat down in a chair, scrolling through the flood of comments he got on the dark website. Eventually he began to giddily clap is hands together, bouncing over happily to the strapped down man.

Nathan was shaking in fear, staring up at his 'boyfriend's face. It was covered with a white mask covered in tally marks made of blood. He knew his blood would soon cross that lone four into a group of five.

"Well, sweetie, I never liked lying too much. This is going to hurt a bit," he hummed, bending over and picking up a scalpel from underneath the table. Nathan whimpered in pain as the word idiot was scratched into his forehead.

Blood dripped down his face, blinding him for a moment until the masked man poured rubbing alcohol onto the wounds. Nathan screamed, thrashing to the best of his abilities while strapped down.

"You're gonna fucking regret this, you dick!" he yelled, going limp as he waited for the next act of torture to take place.

The green haired man raised an eyebrow beneath his mask, "do you know who I am, darling?"

"Do you know who I am?"

Both went silent for a few moments, the only thing breaking the silence was Nathan's scream in terror as a knife was plunged into his shoulder. He felt the blade scrape against his bone and sobbed when the masked man couldn't pull it out.

"Looks like we might have to cut this little baby out," he tsked, reaching over for another scalpel. He dug it into Nathan's skin, twisting and turning it until eventually the bigger knife fell out. Blood seeped from his shoulder, white sweater turning red.

He groaned, writhing in pure agony. Where was-

"You sick fuck! Stop!" Nathan screeched, feeling a needle stab into his lips.

"You need to learn to quiet down, my darling," the man sighed, stitching Nathan's lips together. Blood stained the green thread, and his eyes flickered to the green buttons in his hand, "you're going to be like my little doll..."

Suddenly the door slammed open, revealing a man dressing neatly in a suit. He had a black mask on that covered his face, but through the red blood blotting his vision he still saw those familiar brown eyes. He was here.

"Hello, Mr. Unoriginal. Stealing torture methods from a child's movie and using them on my boyfriend? Interesting, but I feel like green is more of your color," he chuckled, pulling a gun from behind him and shooting the green haired man's leg. He collapsed, groaning in pain. The suited man quickly undid Nathan's restraints, gently removing the stitches. Nathan knew better than to stay on the table, crouching on the ground and rubbing his finger over the holes in his lips.

His tormentor was strapped to the table, and Nathan watched as a needle was plunged into his eye. He screamed, the green button in the suited man's hand getting sewn neatly into place. The next eye met the same fate, and soon enough his mouth was stitched up in the same green thread that was on Nathan's mouth just moments before.

"That'll teach you to mess with my boyfriend, silly. Now, just to make sure that's... drilled into your brain..." the suited man droned off, looking to the metal table beside him. He took off his tie, taking a nail and drill from the table. He pressed the tie to the green haired man's forehead, watching as he shook his head furiously. The nail was attached to the drill, and Nathan stared with a twisted grin as the tie was drilled into his head.

"I hope you all enjoyed the show~" Nathan got up, looking into the camera and pressing his lips into the black mask covering his boyfriend's face.

He messed with the Patrick's.

You don't fuck with the Patrick's.

This was everywhere I'm sorry.