Heroes Never Die (A NateWantsToBattle X-Reader)

Prolouge: Tholsom

(Your POV)

The city lights shone brightly, illuminating the street at most angles. You were surprised at how the lampposts stayed upright with how many times something has been rammed into them.

You hid in the shadowy area, blaster ready at your side. Tholsom was a murderous city, full of thugs and mercenaries, all itching for a fight. You were more of a defender rather than an attacker.

You heard footsteps behind you: light and steadily paced. You waited until the person had gotten a few feet closer. The person wrapped their arms around you in what seemed like a restricting way. You struggled, eventually breaking free of the stranger's grasp, then spun around and elbowed them under the chin, sending them flying.

"What do you want from me?" you demanded while aiming your blaster at the assailant's head. They lay on the ground, moaning and clutching the back of their skull. "Don't make me ask again!" you prompted, flicking off the safety on your weapon. "Hey, hey! Take it easy!" the assailant complained, "You're (Y/N), right?" You nearly dropped the blaster in astonishment. You quickly regained focus. "How do you know my name?" you interrogated, drawing a short-bladed knife from your belt and bringing it up to your attacker's neck.

"Someone's on edge tonight." said the assailant snarkily. You pushed the knife's point into their skin. Beads of blood formed at the small wound. "I was sent by an old friend!" cried the assailant desperately.

"What old friend?" you barked, throwing down your weapons, grabbing the man by the throat and shoving him against the wall, "Who sent you?" When the man didn't reply, you tightened your grip around his neck.

After a few seconds, you noticed his face turning red. You loosened your grip, allowing him to breathe. He gasped, taking in huge gulps of air. "NateWantsToBattle!" he finally answered.

You let go of the man and picked up your weapons. It had been a long while since you last saw Nate. You thought he was dead. "Why did he send you?" you asked in a slightly softer tone. "He wanted me to let you know that Mangle is back." replied the man. You paused. No, Mangled couldn't be back! You and Nate killed it ages ago. How could that monstrosity be back?! "What's your name?" you said, turning to your assailant. "Brett Ultimus. Do you not remember?" he sounded disappointed.

Alright, none of this is making any sense, you thought, This man shows up telling me that my dead friend is still alive, my dead enemy is still alive and that I should have known his name already. "Look," you said, "I have no idea what's going on here, but I'll go along with it. First, why did you attack me?" He looked confused. "I didn't attack you!" he clarified, "I hugged you! We were friends, (Y/N)!"

"This is getting way too complicated. Is Nate supposedly still in the same base?" you enquired. Brett nodded. You gestured for him to follow you, then ran home, making sure to avoid the danger zones: areas with heavy battling.

You reached the battered brick building you call home and went to the tiny garage. You wheeled out your two-seater motorbike and told Brett to get on, handing him a helmet. You put on your own helmet and started the ignition. Revving the engine, you made off in the direction of Nate's base. One thought rang constantly through your mind, seeming louder than the vehicle you were driving: None of this makes any sense.