NatePat One-Shots

My Time

Nathan, for more than a year, could not stop thinking about the death of his beloved. He might not have known it, but his feelings were what drove him to continue. Nathan waited patiently, calculating the right moment, but just when he thought he'd made it a voice would whisper to him. Not yet. Not until he was ready. Nathan was sure he was ready for anything now, the experience had left him with an aching feeling. A longing.

"It'll only be a little longer, I'll just... I'll just..."

The next few words were lost to him as the voice faded from his brain, leaving him alone in his house. The furniture was untouched as well as the kitchen supplies, Nathan barely ate and when he did it was a stale sandwich with tap water. It kept him alive. The voice only ever intervened when it had something to do with Matthew, his beloved, his second half. Only the voice didn't speak of Matthew, not really, it mostly said the name AntiMatter. Whispering over and over until his own voice was recognizable, mumbling it anytime Nathan's mind flashed back to the day that Matthew was taken from him.

"Time is going to kill us, I know you regret what you did. But what can you do now?"

As creepy and unexpected as it was, the voice tended to speak as if it was its own person. Another mind. But Nathan didn't know its name until he had the dream, the memory replaying until he realized that Matthew was mumbling something as he approached the glass. Not only the small cries for help. The name was odd and ridiculous, yet whenever Nathan heard it he shivered. It was a play on his own name which confused and slightly disgusted him, as if Matthew was begging for this person to see him.
Natemare, the voice was named.
And Natemare didn't seem surprised when Nathan brought it up, explaining that he knew everything that the musician did. He was part of him. It was Friday the thirteenth when Natemare finally spoke with feeling, excitement and hunger laced with every word.

"It's almost time! Just a few more hours... we'll see them...!"

Nathan smiled, glad that Natemare was happy but oblivious to his intentions. When midnight struck, Natemare screeched happily and told Nathan to go up to his room and grab his car keys and wallet. Apparently, they had more than enough time now, which made little sense. Regardless, Nathan obliged and made his way to his car, Natemare giving him the right directions to a hardware store that was open twenty-four hours. The cashier greeted Nathan as he browsed, receiving a small smile that turned crooked when he heard Natemare demand that he search for rope. Next thing he knew, he had rope, a pocket knife, and a sinking feeling in his chest.
The cashier gave him a look but allowed him to pay and leave, glancing at him suspiciously as he walked out of the store. Nathan only realized as he got home that he'd been smirking evilly the entire time, causing him to stop and nervously grip the steering wheel.

"Now, all you have to do is wait."

For hours, it seemed, Nathan waited inside his house. He'd occasionally tap his fingers against his leg but nothing else. Then a strange tingling sensation spread from his chest all the way to his fingertips, his eyes began to water and tears followed soon after.

"Nathan..."

A voice called to him, reality dissolving as he tried to concentrate. Familiar, scared, and fleeting, the voice reached his ears several times before getting louder. Nathan's body was moving without his control but he couldn't feel it, he was too lost in the voice he was hearing, desperately trying to match a face with it. The next second he was choking for air, the lovely watercolor scene disappearing as something gripped his neck. Blinded by lack of oxygen, Nathan could only make out the kitchen light flickering before someone emerged.

"Awake from this dream, Nathan. It's over. We've won."