Sorry that I've been gone for so long. I'm working on some stuff and my outside life is beyond hectic at the moment, but I come for these few seconds bringing a new part!
Trigger Warning, my friends, contains self harm and some small gore(I guess).
Nate stared at his broken down self in the mirror, his wrist draining the precious blood that his body needed to live
He watched his reflection change. He watched it warp and become it’s very own "person"
“I want you to take over.”
The fanged grin faltered, he was taken aback. “What?”
“You herd me.” Nate was clutching onto the sink to keep balance, his mind foggy. “I, Nathan Sharp, want you, Natemare, to take control of my very being until I say I want it back.”
Natemare smiled a Cheshire grin. “I would be happy too.”
Nate could only smile as his world went black and the control slipped from his hands. He never knew it could going to feel that good.
***
Natemare crouched on the top of the couch as he held the bloodied butterfly knife. He could sense a human in the room but he didn’t care. This was his play time.
Mark stared at the other male, watching him watch himself bleed. Watching him watch the crimson liquid flow over his arms and drip to the floor. He was shocked and heart broken.
“Nate?”
Silence lingered an awful uncomfortable amount of time. Mark tried again.
"Nathan?"
The dark eyes flickered up to meet his rich chocolate brown ones. “Nate’s not here at the moment.”
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Nateiplier Shorts
FanfictionA one-shot book about a ship that gets to shine. (Also...bottom Nate. I'm sorry.)
