One-Shots

Rewrite The Script || Natemare X Reader

📌𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀:
- suicide
- self harm
- mention of mental health (eg. depression)
- strong language
- oh boy it's some ddlc sh*t
𝗯𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲-𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰

We were never meant to meet like that
way Anti set up for us.
I did not think of his wicked plans to get rid of me earlier
but when I did
it was too late.

The first time when I did something I didn't want to was being late on the way to school.
Surprisingly, you were there
standing politely
smiling kindly
You looked so happy to see me
and I was confused of that but went with it anyway.

The first few days of this new environment was amazing as we were all so happy like a huge group of friends:
Wilford was the craziest out of us,
Darkiplier kept making cupcakes,
I might've tried to help but burned some on the second day... my bad,
Anti was finally kind to us,
and you were just so friendly to us.
I just don't know why you hanged out me more than the others,
Do you really like me that much?

...No...
You don't
and you shouldn't.
I am just a fucking puppet ego that everyone is slowly forgetting.
No one even loves me anymore...
My host doesn't love me,
The other ego lookalikes don't love me,
Nate's fans don't even love or know me,
𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲.

Anti told me that.
He said, and I quote,
"She doesn't love you Mare, you know that right? She is just one of those fangirls who prefers your brother to you."
Those words hurt...
They hurt because I believed them.

I believed them because that's what every fan has turned out to be.
I believed them because of the way you were being too nice to me.
Hell, I still believed them when you promised me that you would never forget like the others.

On the day of the Festival, I was planning on confessing to you with a special poem I wrote. It took many tries and I swear I did not need to ask Wilford to help.
But, of course
I didn't.
I couldn't.

That stupid glitch bitch called me off.

It was a few hours before midnight,
or maybe it was already past midnight?
I just finished writing the poem for you when Anti showed up.
That is when I asked him why we were all here, I knew he brought us here
just don't know why

I never knew why.
He never told me.
All he did was look at my poem and started smirking.
The smirk that haunts me.

It was only then when something I did not want to do sooner happened.
I had thoughts of doing this before
I even fucking slashed at my own skin before to hide my feelings and conceal my pain
I just did not want this to happen now.

My lungs were yelling at me to be free to get air but I just couldn't
I yelled for Anti to help me but he just sat smirking at me with a devil's grin.
Scratching at the rope of a noose around my neck so much till I bled.

My life flashed before my eyes in those final minutes.
I saw the first time my host met me and asked me to star in one of his videos for a new song titled 'Mangled',
I saw the first time I was able to feel happy due to gaining fans love,
I saw the first time more lookalike egos showed up and I looked after them as family
I saw the first time I met you and instantly fell in love,
I saw the last time I helped my host with something,
I saw the last time I hugged the egos I called my brothers,
I saw the last time I saw you standing before me, pulling me into a tight hug to conclude that promise...
and then...

Silence.
Nothing in my view.
I was finally dead,
just how Anti wanted me.

I took my time in playing his game,
but took no time in knowing that he had plans up his sleeve.
I just didn't know that it would happen soon..

I did not know that he would rewrite the script.