The Fnaf Case | Matpat x OC

What if that is the future?

(A|N: Play the video at 4:20. You can watch the whole thing, but so it makes more sense)

(second A|N: In the video, the name ‚Cassidy' isn't explained. For that, you have to watch the next theory Matpat made about Fnaf or just watch them all)

After the livestream ended after two and a half hours, Matthew stretched and yawned. He couldn't believe that in that time he only could do one choice of the game, called ‚reality'. It had been really interesting and he could feel while playing it, how much time has been spent on that game. After all, he could use that game for a theory, despite it had a lot of story and easter eggs, just like Kate promised. 

„Kate...", he murmured. Maybe he could meet her again, talk with her? He could use the reason that he wanted to confront her with a theory, which had already been built up in his mind. But there was another reason. He just didn't know what it was. 

Yet. 

He yawned again and decided to go to bed. Tomorrow was another day. As he lied in his bed, he realised how cold it was, when there wasn't the warmth of Stephanie comforting him. Where she usually lied was nothing, just a cold, rough mattress. A few warm tears started to run through Matthew's hair and fell on the blanket. Because he had very pale skin, it looked like he had a cosplay of the puppet from Fnaf. The tearstreaks were clearly visible. 

For a few minutes, he did that, what he thought he never would do. He thought about death. What was death? Why was there death? Did people deserve death? Would it be better if he... 

Before he could think that thought to the end, another one popped up in his mind. Should he ask Kate now to meet him tomorrow? Would that count as a date? Or would it be just a meeting? He ignored the first question and got his phone. It was very late, so he decided to text her.

-Hey, it's me, Matthew. I've now played through one choice of your wonderful game and wanted to talk with you about a theory I've made for it. How about where we first met? In the park? From there we could go into a café or something like that. I propose to meet tomorrow at 1 P.M. What do you say?-

After only a few seconds, a response popped up:

/Hi, Matt. Of course, I would really enjoy that and hear you talking about a theory made from my game. The place is fine by me, I'll come. See you later! <3-

For a few moments, Matthew just sat still in bed, before falling back into his pillow. His mobile phone sliding out of his hands and hit the floor, which was (to his luck!) carpet. She had accepted it. Not only had she accepted it, despite the fact that she didn't know him well, no she said that she would enjoy it. And that heart at the end... It put a flood of warmth in Matthew's body and soon he fell asleep, but with nighmares haunting him.

Matthew's brown eyes looked scared as he hid behind a arcade game. He felt something squeezing his hand and looked to his side. Katherine was sitting right next to him, nearly curled up to a ball, her eyes shut because of fear. She was sweating because of exhaustion, her blue-black hair was a mess, but somehow still in a braid. Then he realised that she wore a blue security uniform, with a badge on the outside. He wore the same thing. 

„He'll find us", she whispered and cuddled into Matthew's clothes in order to feel protected, „He'll find and kill us, Matt." 

Slowly and careful the man padded her on her head, while she sobbed quietly. He was in fear too and he knew that they would die with a very high prozents chance, but there was still hope. A tiny little hope to escape. 

„He killed Stephanie", she sobbed, „He killed Mark, Jack, even Nate. And now there are only we left, we'll die. Purple guy will kill us." 

Before Matthew could say something to comfort her or calm her down, he heard an insane chuckle behind them. Slowly he turned around, a crying Katherine in his arms. 

„You'll make a perfect Jeremy", said the man who was almost hidden in the shadows and looked at Matthew, before his eyes swifted to Katherine, „And you will be the perfect Cassidy, won't you?" 

Katherine sobbed and buried her head in Matthew's chest. The murderer, who was almost entererly dressed in the colour purple, shook his head and said: „Don't cry Cassidy. First Jeremy will find his place, then you. Just don't cry. It only hurts a second." 

And with that, he dragged Matthew by the hair and threw him on the ground. The man cried out in pain and looked at the woman he loved, crying and reaching for him. But before he could stand up, a knife was buried into his abdomen. 

He gasped in surprise and the taste of blood built up in his mouth. He wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, but a strong hand was over his mouth and muffled all the screams, all the sobs, while the owner of the hand continued to stab with the bloodstained knife into the torn up abdomen. 

After a few minutes, Matthew's eyes lost its light and just stared at the ceiling, unfocused and dialeted. He didn't breathe anymore and his heart had stopped pounding for a while. Carefully, as if his victim could wake up, the killer walked back and admired his work. 

Behind him was still the sobbing, it was just more hoarse and louder. Slowly he turned around to fulfill the job. 

„It's your turn, Cassidy..."

Matthew woke up in his own sweat, his breath going heavily and his heart pounding loud against his chest. He knew it was just a dream, but it felt so real... He looked at his clock. 6 A.M. He could still lay down for a little while and get some more sleep. Still shivering he layed into his bed and closed his eyes. After a while he fell asleep, without some fucked up nightmares. But he didn't forget what he saw. 

He could never.