Spreading (Antisepticeye, Darkiplier, Natemare, etc.)

Something To Show You

Mark's eyes open, and he sits up. He's on the floor for some reason. When he sees both Sean and Nate lying around him, he suddenly remembers everything. "Nate! Sean!" Mark calls as he stands quickly, nearly falling over. Sean jolts up, and Nate isn't far behind him. "What? What's going on?" They slur, still somewhat drowsy. "I think we almost died," Mark says. This causes both Nate and Sean to stop what they're doing. "How long were we out?" Nate asks. Sean glances at his watch, then frowns. "Not that long," He concludes. "Half an hour, max." Then, he notices something. "Where's (y/n)?" Mark and Nate look around, only to realize that you're not with them. "We have to find her!" Nate exclaims. "I'm afriad I can't let you do that," Anti says from the doorway. "Give it up Anti," Sean says bravely, "There's three of us and one of you." As if on cue, Dark and Natemare quickly walk up behind Anti, who has his arms crossed and an evil glint in his eyes. "We actually have something to show you."
 

Beep, beep, beep, beep...
That's the sound you wake up to. It sounds just like a heart rate monitor. Am I in the hospital? You think. Forcing your eyes open, you see that you are indeed hooked up to a machine that monitors your heart rate. The room you are in seems to be a dentist's office, with black walls. There are a few tables and counters nearby, some with test tubes, some with needles that contain different coloured liquids. Then you notice that you're lying on a table that is tilted almost vertically, but back a bit. And the worst part is, you're strapped to it. Not with those chains and cuffs like before, but with black leather straps. There is one across each arm and two on each leg, one at the ankle, and the other across your thigh. There is also one across your waist. You pull against them, but soon discover that you're not going anywhere.

"There's no point in trying to get away," a voice says. You look and see a familiar man. "Matt?" You ask. "So you would think," the Matt lookalike smiles and wanders over to the table. He looks no different than Matt except for the fact that he wears a long white lab coat. He moves away from you and sits in a chair with wheels. After pulling out a clipboard and pen, he says, "Tell me what you know, (y/n)." You scowl. "Why would I tell you anything?" You ask stubbornly. He watches you for a minute, then answers, "Perhaps, I should clarify. Tell me what you know about me. You wouldn't be giving me any new information, I'm just curious as to what you already know and what I should or should not explain." You don't say a word. After a minute of silence, Matt says, "If you don't want do this the easy way, that's fine. I have the chemicals--" "Alright," you cut him off.

"You're a computer virus that looks exactly like Matthew Patrick, more commonly known as Film and Game Theorist, MatPat," you begin. "You were formed as a character by his fandom, and you became powerful enough to infect Matt's computer as a virus. Now we're here, and your working with Antisepticeye, Darkiplier, and Natemare." The virus studies you for a minute then chuckles a little. He stands and says, "That's the theory." Matt crosses the room and laughs a bit more. It sends sends chills down your spine. Something rattles and you suddenly realize that Matt is pulling out one of the needles. You turn your head quickly and see him holding one with a white liquid inside. He taps it a few times to get rid of the air bubbles. He looks back at you as you shake your head. "Calm down," he says, "this is only going to hurt for a minute."

Matt walks over to you and gets a grip on your left arm near your elbow. You struggle against his grasp, but he firmly presses it against the table. "No!" You cry. Matt places the needle on your skin and injects the substance. You make a little noise as the needle pricks you, but you don't feel anythhing else. Matt watches you, pen poised to write down the results of whatever is supposed to happen. You're a little bit confused, until the substance starts affecting you. "Argh!" You cry out. You can feel the liquid burning its way through your veins. It makes you squirm and actually miss the water torture Dark had given you. The firey feeling spread from where Matt had injected it into your arm, all the way through your body, to your toes. You want to curl up in pain, but the straps restrict you from doing so. You yell in pain as warm tears slide down your face.

After about ten minutes, you finally feel relief coursing through your body. Matt writes something down on his clipboard. You look at him and say, "Do you enjoy watching me in pain?" He doesn't answer, but instead walks over to the table again. You take his silence as a yes. He picks up another needle, this one containing a peach coloured liquid. "You said that if I cooperated you wouldn't do this!" You protest. "Oh, believe me," Matt says, turning to you, "This isn't the worst that I have prepared.

Over the span of five minutes, Matt injects about seven different coloured liquids into you, but none of them hurt the way the first did. Actually, only one stung you, and it wasn't nearly as painful as the first. Matt write the results down, then abruptly leaves the room. You sit there for a few minutes, and try to escape, but you aren't able to pull the straps off. After trying, you give up and just lay there, staring at the wall. You begin to wonder what he injected you with.

When Matt comes into the room again, you don't even look at him. But then you feel the strap around your right wrist loosen. Confused, you continue to stare ahead, but wonder what he's doing. "Get up," Matt says. Your leg has suddenly been freed. "What?" You ask quietly. Matt pulls you to your feet. "The viruses have something to show you." He says.