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[bookwormscififan]

Mangle My Mind, I've Lost My Soul

A/N: Merry Christmas to @bondoes-art! I took part in the NWTB Gift Exchange this year, and you were my giftee! In your wishlist, you mentioned anything with Natemare or FNAF the Musical Nate, so I kind of merged the two into a sort of origin story for Mare. I hope you enjoy! [Also I drew a little thing as well to add to the effect]

The lights flicker around me, Dark blemishes against what I already see. Was that a scratching in the walls? Who’s going to pick up my calls?

He really needed to find a better form of income. After everything at Freddy’s, why did he ever think coming back to work at an Afton-owned restaurant was a good idea? He swore the place was abandoned, so why did he have to play night guard?

This place was worse. They’d provided him with some better lighting and higher-powered technology, but the place still smelled like blood and suffering, and he was sure that rotten cupcake was the same one he swore had been burned with Freddy’s.

Despite the desolate appearance of this location, Nate kept his eyes on the screens, tilting his head to listen out for footsteps he could have sworn he’d heard. But there was nothing, like always. Silence greeted him, darkness flooding the halls when he looked out.

But was that a shadow moving at the end of the hall? Had that stack of chairs always been there? How had the breeze gotten in to make that paper shift?

Take a moment to sit with me, Tell me truly, can you see? Every blink hides a memory I’m a shell of who I used to be.

When was the last time he saw daylight? The memories were starting to bleed into his nightmares, plaguing his dreams and twisting his reality. He couldn’t mark the point where his memories stopped and his nightmares started, everything blending into a horrific blur.

And somewhere among the wreck of his mind twisting into something unrecognisable, he was distantly aware that the nights were getting longer, time between work and being home shrinking until they were non-existent.

When was the last time he’d been home? Did anybody remember him anymore? Was he being kept here for something, some insane ritual he had no control over? But the front door still opened with a screech, the cameras still worked, and he swore he made the trip home every morning, so he must not be stuck.

They crawl over me, The fears and worries Cover my skin in silver, My eyes burn as I shiver.

Open me up Remove my ruined pieces Fill me with artificial parts Don’t let me tear me apart.

The loneliness was the worst, he decided. Having nobody to tell him what was real and what wasn’t had his mind racing at all hours. Behind the doors, along the halls, decay and despair heightened the questions in his head, planting seeds of doubt that had him curling in the corner with his head in his hands.

He’d abandoned his glasses, unable to trust the assistance they granted his vision. Checking the lights and emptying the halls only welcomed more banging in the walls, so he stopped following the steps.

Who was he now? Was he still Nate, or had he changed somehow in the time he’d worked here? And if he was different, who was he?

The mechanisms burnt out, Nothing should move. Yet I see them seem to fly, Movements, flickers from the corners of my eye.

Am I still who I believe I am? Where did I go wrong? If I got out of here now, Would they still recognise me?

Scramble my thoughts, Squash my pride, Leave me mangled on the floor, Just don’t leave me to die.

He ran down the halls, pounding heart an aching weight in his chest as he listened to the whispers echoing in his mind. Whatever was following him knew his every move, moving almost faster than he could, until he was crouching in the corner and trying desperately to catch his breath.

And finally, after endless nights searching for answers, the silhouette that approached him seemed to pause, regarding his fearful form before crouching to mirror his position. A cold hand reached out to touch his cheek, adjusting until it was cradling his face, and for once he didn’t mind the way his blood froze from the contact.

His jacket hung off one shoulder, but he couldn’t care less about his appearance when the shadowy figure looked into his eyes. Purple, he realised, seemed to glint out of the darkness where the figure’s own eyes should be, shining and jewel-like.

Take me home, But I won’t know if it’s mine. Am I well? I’m doing just fine.

Watch me drown in pools of lavender, Break me down, I’ll no longer be a traveller. You won’t welcome me into town.

The light from the hole in the roof was a perfect spotlight, shining off the purple tears making their way down his cheeks as he stared into the emptiness of the halls. The corner of his lip twitched, curling into a smile as he slowly stood up and moved back to the security office.

He felt like a shadow as he left the facility, squinting at the sunlight before pausing to catch his reflection in the windows. Purple lines streaked down his cheeks, days without sleep forming dark hollows where his eyes had sunken in, and his hair fell messily over his forehead.

As he looked into his reflected eyes, he frowned. Was this still Nate staring back at him, or the embodiment of his nightmares? Would the real Nate ever resurface, or was he trapped here forever?

Shaking his head to clear the questions, he walked to his car and climbed in. Whatever the answers to the questions turned out to be, he knew he’d keep coming back to Freddy’s. Something kept him coming back, some inset feeling that he was made to do this.

Even as he drove away, he knew the old Nate was gone. In his place was something mangled, something different. And he had no idea if the madness in his mind would ever end.

But he’d be back.

Revamped.

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@nwtbgiftexchange @iamvegorott @rattyboyisemo @brokentimewatch @dungeon-dragons-dragons

[moffiiiiaaaa]

something something the horrors may be beyond YOUR comprehension but i get them something something

[craske]

I think it would be funny if one day burning spice eitheir scares the cheese birds or like shoves one in the hole in his chest and Golden cheese is like "what the frick"

not the most conventional perching spot to be honest. but for some reason the cheese birds keep on getting in there

[sugar-charri]

It's been a while ^3^

I wanted to draw my beautiful baby girl because she's so pretty and I love her >⩊<

I also headcannon that Sugar coat cookie made her dress.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑🍒

[pomgore]

death is cruel joke

[verawhisk]

One day I will stop falling in love with you…

[d0not-disturb]

Normalest parents ever!!!

I HATE this drawing but whatever the sketch is fine but I HATE BACKGROUNDS GRAH

[valverii]

nahhhhh man, ur cat coded arch nemesis is lounging on ur chest and having domestic conversations with u? crazy world we live in 🤕

[spectrefyt]

"What happened to you?"

Plus some context:

[sugurugetoshairbrush]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUGI xoxo

Daddy Getou turning 35—officially a DILF !!

+ your gifts are me & gojo, come unwrap us later ;)

[bookwormscififan]

Stuck

Lil drawing for the newest chapter of 'Magicians Don't Need Superheros' by @iamvegorott

Two guys stuck in a closet, still in denial that they've got some feelings for each other

[orbch]

some rando hazbin hotel art that manifested in my sketchbook this week somehow.. quite strange...

[mixierupperc20]

Here's a doodle of the Wabbit I did literally before I even did Henry Hotline and didn't post,

I wanted to draw the spooky sharp teeth version of him, but then I realized that when it comes to horror, my cutesy art styles suck.

I need to learn how to draw horror

[cosmosnout]

Happy (late) birthday to the character that got me into One piece.

[jasmancer]

CHERYL & ASHLEY.

[d0not-disturb]

Omg Grumbo gives me so much serotonin I’m not kidding bro

like when grian says “I love you” to him and mumbo gets all “flustered” I guess and giggles all shocked I feel like crying because these guys are my entire life

and also I absolutely ADORE your art style and I want to eat it

thanku goodnight

I am the best aren’t I