-~One shots~- [Natepat+Septiplier]

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Ship: Natepat

Trigger warning: kinda? 

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"No, no please, I'll do anything!"

"Anything?"

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It was supposed to be simple.

It was supposed to be the best night of our lives.

But everything went wrong.

I had reserved a table at the new fancy restaurant in town for Matt and I, and I had a special surprise for him, a diamond engagement ring. The table was reserved for around 7 o'clock, so I told him to get ready to leave at about quarter to. Once we had gotten ready and left in our "fancy" attire, me wearing black skinny jeans and a t-shirt with a leather jacket and Matt wearing blue jeans and a button-up, we made our way to the restaurant on foot, as it wasn't very far away. On the way I told Matt that I had a special present for him, and that he could only have it once we get there. We talked happily on the way, gazing up at the dark winter sky every-so-often. To get to this specific restaurant while walking, we had to go through a short alleyway that lead out onto, quite a large, deserted parking lot. There was something odd about this deserted parking lot though. It wasn't deserted. There was one single black van, parked to the side of the parking area. I thought it was kind of shady, so I diverted out path slightly away from the van. Matt didn't seem to notice or care. He was too busy being the happy, cheery, excitable game theorist that I always knew and loved. My shoelace started to come undone, so I asked Matt to stop so I could re-tie it. That was the worst mistake I have ever made. As I leant down and Matt stopped, turned and looked at me, two people came running up behind him and put a black cloth bag over his head, and duct taped it around his neck. "NATE!! NATE!!" he cried out for me, trying to get away from the people tying his hands behind his back and dragging him away from me. I tried to run over and help, but the same happened for me. The black cloth bag, duct tape, and dragging. "MATT!!" I cried into the darkness. A sharp pain dug itself into my neck, and I started to slip away from consciousness, listening helplessly to my boyfriends screams.

I awoke to find myself in a small, dark room, taped by my hands and feet to a chair, and rope around my mouth, restricting my speech. Matt was next to me with the same, except for the slight difference that he still had a bag on his head. We were alone in the room. The floor was cold, hard concrete, and the walls and ceiling the same. There was no noticeable entrance or exit. "Mmph...! Mmph...!!" I attempted to whisper to him in the darkness, but it only came out as a soft grunt. A few moments after, a small, single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling of the room flashed to light, and a small hatch in the ground opened, revealing a man, climbing into the room. I glared up at him, and he stood in front of Matt and I. "Your friend isn't awake yet? Well, I can help that." He said menacingly. He reached over to Matt's bag, and ripped it off him, peeling away some skin around his neck with the duct tape, and proceeded to slap him repeatedly until he woke up in a daze, with a bright red, tear-stained, face. He didn't have a rope around his mouth, so he could speak. I tried to reach over to him to stop the man from slapping him, but my hand was firmly stuck to the chair. He continued to slap Matt, and I attempted to cry out to him but is came out as simple muffles. The man stopped and laughed. "It's cute how much you care for him. It's also cute how you think I'm done. I'll leave you two here while I get some supplies. Oh yeah, I'll take this off you too." He ripped off the rope around my mouth, allowing me to speak, and left down the hatch. "Matt are you okay? I'm so sorry, I love you so much, Matt," Tears welled up in my eyes and I couldn't do anything to stop them from falling.

"N-nate...? I'm scared.,"

"It's okay I'm here, I'm going to get you out of this, I promise,"

"Nate what about you...?" I didn't answer.

The latch on the trapdoor opened revealing the man again, with a large briefcase, filled with his sadistic tools. "Are you ready boys? Because you're about to have the time of your life." He laughed as he opened the case, revealing knives, needles, a gun, and other various torture devices.

A few hours later and we were both covered in stab wounds, cuts, burns and our own blood when the man pulled out the final torture instrument, the gun. "Eeny, meany, miny, mo!" He pulled the gun on Matt and I could see the complete look of fear in his eyes. "No, no please I'll do anything!" I yelled out to the man.

"Anything?" he repeated back to me.

"Y-yes...please just...dont shoot him..." I leant forward to reach over to him and out of my tattered, inside pocket came a small box, which landed on the ground with a soft thud.

"N-nate...you..."

"I love you, Matt...!"

"Wow, it's so beautiful, I think I might cry." the man said sarcastically. "I have an idea. Since you clearly don't want lover boy over here to be shot, then how about this..." He stood and thought for a moment or so. "You kill yourself, and I'll let your boyfriend go free, no catch."

Immediately, I answered, "Yes, yes, I'll do it, I'll...I'll..."

"NATE NO!"

"Aah, wait, I forgot to mention," He put the gun down. "You'll have to do it in front of a camera, along with saying a suicide note, to post to all your fans. And it has to be believable or your boyfriend here will die."

"As long as Matt's okay...I'll do anything."

"Nate no, you don't have to do this...please..." He begged.

"I'm sorry Matt, I'm doing this for you..."

Out of the briefcase, the man drew out a camera. He swiftly set it up, untied me and handed me the gun. He then left the room but left Matt tied up, behind the camera. I turned it on, took a deep breath, stepped back, and proceeded, choking on my own tears and blood.

"Hey guys, there's...t-there's been...something I haven't been telling you. I...this is....going to be my final video, a-and this is...I guess my n-note. To all you guys... I'm sorry this is what has to happen, you'll find someone else to watch, someone else to help you, to love. I'm sorry. To Morgan...you were the bestest friend and sister I have ever had. You were always so supportive of me, even when I didn't deserve it, and I'm sorry that you're going to be alone now but...you don't need me. To Stephanie... take care of matt for me...To...t-to Matt..." I looked over to him, "I'm sorry I've been such a lousy boyfriend...I'm sorry that I dragged you into the mess that is my life and I'm sorry that this is where you ended up. I'm sorry for being the most undesirable piece of crap you have ever laid eyes on...and m-most of all...I-I'm sorry that I love you so, so much..." I sobbed loudly to the camera and picked up the gun, putting it to my temple. Matt was bawling his eyes out, trying not to make a sound "I-I'm s-sorry everyone... I'm...sorry..."

I closed my eyes tightly as I pulled the trigger, and the last thing I heard was the sound of Matts sobbing.