#etn 3

[venuss-heart]

Absolutely true , just look at this man ↓

[theoryandahalf]

The Investigative Reporter: you better not be a cunty corpse when we get home.

The Detective:

[world-of-ezraprisc]

Ok but TELL me the Riddler doesn’t look like The Detective from Escape the Night because I can’t unsee it

Looking at it...

Eh, Kinda.

[dubinadawkinss]

your honor..........

[the-matpat-ever]

Ro & Matt as cat girl x dog boy<333

How I remember Ro & myself as The Detective fictionkin/factkin?

WHICH ONE IS IT..???

[PS, I don't ship them, this is just how I remember our relationship. I love them as siblings irl cuz Stephanie and Ollie<3]

[amaritious]

the pharmacy (unfinished)

you and detective mat get a little.. buddy buddy in the pharmacy and almost get caught.

you bring him unbearably close, his glasses press slightly against your flushed cheek. the pharmacy feels stuffed with the heavy breaths eliciting from your mouths. "hey-" mat mumbles out as you remove his brightly coloured glasses.

"what?" you ask, "i'm just making life a tiny bit easier, you need a break from those."

"me and those glasses are a package deal whether you like it or not," silence. then a hefty sigh. "you're lucky your hot," he says, whispering the last word.

"why thank you, you don't look so shabby yourself, mr. straight guy."

"shut up."

then you pull his face into yours, you're both hungry to kiss each other again. his lips were like poison, the taste lingered on your lips and you wanted more. he squeaks slightly as you chuckle against his slight chapped lips. your hands are propped up on the counter, his back facing it. you knocked over the candy jar sitting on the marble in the process but you couldn't care less.

KNOCK KNOCK

the sound of knocking boomed, but the two of you ignored it. the both of you were out of sight so it seemed safe, until the door came crashing open with a dramatic sound effect.

"HEY BITCHES!" nikita had just started to yell hands up in the air, too busy being a queen to notice the smothered hair, swollen lips and heavy panting. people were to slowly start trickling in so, out of fast reflexes, mat pushed you to the ground where there had conveniently been a first aid kit nearby.

a/n LOL i'm pretty sure this got finished but i did it on ao3 so the draft deleted itself after a while. however, i wanted to post this since i thought about this for weeks.

[commitingarson]

i would just like to say that i need to make out with him so badly

if i don’t see this man under my christmas tree i will not be tolerating it

[escapethishyperfixation]

Finally,,,,, a full body drawing,,,,,

[crushmoonn]

he's so silly

look at him

[pixelatedsticks]

Hey ETN fandom. You guys still alive?

I got something I’m working on for you guys

Betcha can’t guess who it’s about 😏

[lightcassian]

Being an Escape the Night fan sucks because there isn't much content on the show or my favourite contestant. I might just make content my self lmao.

[theoryandahalf]

You know, I just love how many big creators came to both of Matt's big goodbye videos to leave messages.

This isn't even all of them, just the ones I saw while skimming. Sr. Pelo was in there too I think.

Sometimes I still hear his voice.

Anyways that's a sign of a true class act. He's a real one.

[poeticpains]

Escape the Night Season 3 + Some Onion Headlines

Inspired by this

[dubinadawkinss]

hi! i like you! *throws my matny sketch to your face*

[slasherbat]

EtN × Textposts

[amaritious]

Gn! Readers reaction to Matpat's death + resurrection (beware)

He IS the skrunkly. I want him, I need him.

Happiness, death, sadness and then happiness again.

Mat is a malewife.

Relationship isn't necessarily described but Matpat and Reader are close, implied romantic if you squint.

To the deliver best service, I did headcanons and some small oneshots (even though I'm better at headcanons)

However, my service is extremely late. Sorry @tzurue.

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His Death HEADCANONS

Coming into whatever this twisted game Joey had pushed you in, you expected Matpat to come in top.

Matpat was strong, intelligent and a people pleaser (in a good way).

But it wasn't enough.

What went wrong? You asked yourself over and over again. The question never leaving your already scattered brain.

He wasn't strong enough.

The rest knew they fucked up, they didn't know. They realised what they had done when your cheerful personality had completely shattered, leaving only fragments of it behind. They were like little children, experimenting with danger like a toy, unknown to what came ahead. It was too much.

Witnessing his death, it changed something in you.

The desperate cries for help, the pained yet panicked look in his eyes, the "I want to go home" body language and the sorrowful cries of your name...

He was being dragged away before your very eyes and you wanted to reach out, help him or grab him and mourn.

But there was nothing you could do.

And you were useless yet again.

His Resurrection ONESHOT

You sat there, devoid of thoughts yet it seemed as if millions muffled voices marched into your mind. You didn't register your friends' worried comments, you couldn't anyways. You didn't know if you could even call them your friends. They killed him, they knew he would die. You carried on mumbling, looking, glancing, searching - just any sign he was there, you would accept anything. Ro gave you his badge, knowing that you felt even worse than her but it just heightened your concerns. What would you do?

Then next thing you knew, you were getting chased by crazy doll twins, torturing dolls, connecting dolls, you see the pattern here.

You couldn't care anymore. Maybe. You don't know. And that was until Joey found the much needed Lazarus coin. You gaped at it studying every crevice carefully. This was Mat's dying wish.

Was it worth it? Yes. The man had dedicated precious time to finding this seemingly precious coin, awaiting its use.

Now flash forward to when Joey and Safiya get to choose who can live even an hour longer. You don't really care how selfish it may be but surely there's one right answer. And if they don't bring that person back you might as well pull a Colleen, call Joey shady and get them to kill you. That would be best.

You're not sure what facial expressions you're pulling because you see everyone look strangely confused at you. But it doesn't really matter because no matter how much you don't want to, you're pacing around the lounge while they attempt to solve some puzzle.

This is why we need Mat, you think with your head in a hand.

You've already been tricked by some boring suitcase so when your 'friends' begin to yell in the direction of the doorway, you only just lazily looked up.

And there was that son of a bitch.

Mathew Patrick.

"Mat? Holy I- Oh. My. God."

You run the few steps and trap him into a bone crushing hug. He wearingly hugs you back, obviously dishevelled.

"I can't believe you died on me," you begin, acting like you weren't just having a silent panic attack over it "here, take a seat. you deserve it."

You turn to Joey and Safiya, "Joey, everything I thought about you is very wrong. Safiya, you're beautiful and you're amazing I love you guys."

Not bothering with their reactions, you plop down next to Mat and gently rub his arm.

"I missed you," you state, looking into his eyes.

Despite his distressed state, he replies with "Right back at ya."

You proceed to hug the life out of him (pun intended).