[DISCONTINUED] Helping Hand|| A Natepat Story

Chapter 9: Someone New [NATE]

Chapter 9: Someone New

Hey, you guys have been gone for a while. I thought for a second I was alone.

Boy, that'll be the day.

Yeah, it's Nate again. Still in this hell hole. It's been some time actually. A lot has happened.

It's been a couple of days since Matt woke up from his really long dream. After that, he's been kinda off. He doesn't talk to anyone anymore, actually, puts in an effort to avoid everyone; yesterday, for example...

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"Hey Matt, wait up!" I called after the smaller boy. Natemare held onto my shoulders, making them weigh down.

The boy continued down the hallway, nearing the restricted area of the building where I couldn't go through.

"It's now or never, isn't it Nate-y?" Natemare asked, almost taunting me. I could hear the smile creep onto his face.

Ignoring him, I made one final sprint, reaching out to grab Matt's arm. His new black hoodie stopped any chance of me seeing his face.

I finally pulled on the hood, causing him to stumble back, landing on his butt. I gasped at the sight I saw.

It was...

"JASON, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" I screamed, noticing the yellow creature in his arms. "WHY DO YOU HAVE THE STUFFED PEEP I GAVE MATT?!"

His expression was, to say the least, terrified. "P-Peepachu..."

"WHAT?!"

Jason tried to keep his face stone-like but it failed miserably. "Matt n-named him Peepachu."

I could feel Natemare breathing on my neck. "You should hurt him for changing the subject. Y'know, it can help."

"Shut up." I said through my teeth, not really sure whether I was talking to Jason or Natemare. Jason took it as directed at him.

"O-okay, I'm just gonna leave." He said quickly, dropping the stuffed creature as he ran through the door that had, somehow, opened in front of him.

I picked up the toy, it's face's simplicity mocking me, but in a way, also calmed my rage-induced stupor.

I hugged it close to me, a crinkle coming from inside. I frowned, releasing it from my embrace, stretching it out in front of me. I turned it in many directions, still, not able to find where the sound was coming from.

"Oh come on Nate, you can't be that stupid."

I growled in response, finally squeezing the fluffy toy in aggression. "Let's go to the canteen, shall we?"

"So you do have some manners in you!" Natemare cheered before I pushed past him to the hallway.

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Now, I was sitting with Jack and Mark, trying to figure this thing out, Natemare standing behind me.

"So, why do you have that?" Mark asked, a blank expression on his face.

"Well, Jason dropped it and it crinkles on the inside." I replied simply, holding up the stuffed animal to the light as to inspect it.

"You sure you didn't just take it back?" Mark asked again, smirking. "I mean, you are in here, this insane asylum."

I glared at him. "Oh course, I've got many witnesses. Just ask the one next to me."

"Me?" Jack exclaimed, pointing at himself.

"No, don't you see the person next to me? Natemare?" I sighed. "I guess I haven't introduced you guys to him."

Mark glared at me while Jack looked at me in confusion.

"Is this a trick?" Mark growled, putting an arm around Jack.

"No!" I exclaimed, waving my arms. "Can't you see him?"

Mark and I glared at each other, trying to figure out the other's stance.

I could hear Natemare smirk, the sound amplified.

"Guys, lets not fight," Jack reasoned, pushing Mark's arm away.

"Not now Jackaboy." Mark said through his teeth.

"Well isn't this lovely? How's it going bros?"

We all turned, seeing a boy Jack and Mark's age, messy dirty blonde hair sticking up in every direction, his eyes crystal blue and his ego so apparent a blind man could see it from a mile away.

"Who the fu-"

I was interrupted by Jack's happy squeal, him embracing the blonde. "Felix!"

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