Nate shook his head.

"Nonononononono nOPE!!!" Nate hit himself in the head. "Wake up you fuck wake up you fuck!!! OW!!" Nate hissed, and rubbed his head. "Yeah, probably shouldn't of done that." Nate swayed a little on his feet and collapsed back in the chair. "What happened?? Where?" He mumbled, making a face as another strong whiff of... Something he didn't even want to know graced his nose. You can't smell in dreams right? So, that meant he must of been... Kidnapped? Drugged?? Fuck, He hoped he wasn't drugged. He didn't know how to get undrugged. Is undrugged even a word? Wait what was he even on about anymore?!

As Nate glanced back over at the screen showing all three animatronics he found himself slightly wishing that he was hallucinating. But everything felt so solid and just... As much as he hated to say it, real. Well, whatever was happening he probably wasn't doing much good sitting in the chair and freaking out. Taking a deep breath, Nate got up again, still wincing at the throbbing in his forehead. He really hoped he wasn't concussed. Almost as if to test, he placed his hand of his forehead, wincing a little at the pricks of pain that brought. He brushed his hand through his hair, fragments of glass falling out, thankfully none of them too small. What had happened? His neck hurt too, although thankfully not too badly.

"Okay. Okay okay, Okay! You're in the first five nights at Freddy's. For some reason. Whoever did this must still be stuck in 2014. Whatever, who am I to judge?!" Nate couldn't keep the slightly hysterical tone out of his voice and he flicked through camera, familiarising himself with everything again and- Wait, Was that who he thought it was? Frowning, Nate clicked back onto one of the hallways and gasped.

"Mark?!" Sure enough, Nate saw the familiar muscular YouTuber inspecting a poster in the west hall, wearing the same outfit he'd worn in the Random Encounters Musicals, a flashlight hanging loose in his hand and a horrified expressed on his tanned face. "Shitshitshitshitshitshit!! He's going to be eaten alive!" It's offical, Nate was having a mental breakdown. The fact that as he double checked the stage and saw that Bonnie was gone didn't help matters. Nate shook his head trying to clear it, only to get another wave of nausea. Okay... definitely head injury. Head being smashed against a mirror would do that and ohhhhhh now he remembers what happened.

And it did not help him feel better in the slightest. Actually, he felt significantly worse now come to think of it.

Nate took a deep breath, in and out, in and out. He need to stay calm, he wasn't going to fix this by freaking out. He could do this. Glancing around and spotting a fire extinguisher, oh the irony, He quickly grabbed it of the wall and then checked the stage on the laptop. Freddy check, Chica check, annnd Yeah, Bonnie's gone.

Feeling his breathing start to pick up again, Nate made a face. "C'mon Nate. Pull yourself together. Be chill. Should be easy, I'm the chillest person on earth. I am calm, and collected." Nate looked at the door. As much as he didn't want to leave the "safety" of the room, he had to get Mark. Nate gulped and gripped the metal tightly. "Let's do this." Nate slowly crept out of the West door, Eyes darting around as he tried to move as fast and silent as possible. His eyes caught onto the black floof of hair and he called out, voice coming out in a hissing whisper.

"Mark!!" The man startled, fumbling with his flashlight for a second before looking over at Nate, Eyes wide.

"Na-" Nate quickly slapped his hand over Mark, Eyes quickly dart ahead and behind them.

"Not so loud." He snapped, although he couldn't keep the smirk of his face. "Man am I glad to see you." Mark pulled his head away from Nate hand and gave him an unsure smile.

"Yeah, Although If I'm honest this is not the scenario I had in mind for us seeing each other again." Nate shrugged.

"Well, it's not like this is new." Nate tried, outstretching his arms to better show of the dimly lit pizzeria. Mark just made a "Are you kidding me" face.

"Nate, This is real. Or at least, where we are right now is real. I don't know if the animatronics are-"

"Oh no, They are. I saw them on the camera and let me tell you, Waaaaay scarier in real life." Mark blinked before letting out a shaky laugh.

"Well fuck." Nate nodded.

"Yeah these are not the fluffy little puppets that we dealt with."

"Shouldn't we, ya know, Not stand out in an open hallway? I'm still processing what's happening but we probably should... Is that a fire extinguisher?" Mark trailed off, looking at the red metal object with bemusement. Nate just grinned, swinging the object like it was a sword to show off and totally not wincing in pain from how heavy it was. Nate had to blink a few times before he could force out his sentence, another wave of nausea hitting him.

"You like it? It's my secret weapon. Nothing will mess with me." Mark raised an unimpressed eyebrow, but his soft brown eyes had a small hint of concern in them as Nate swayed a little.

"Yeah, cause that worked out so well for us in the Musical." Nate scoffed like Mark was being stupid, which only caused Mark's eyebrow to raise higher.

"That's cause, In the musical, We had to keep in mind the audience watching it. We didn't want to traumatise the prepubescent kids watching it." Come on Nate, Pull yourself together! Nate tried to subtly swallow down the building vomit in his throat.

"The entire place was set on fire and someone was chopped in half with a chainsaw. Not to mention I shot a guy in the second one." Mark deadpanned. Nate spluttered.

"Yeah well, That's beside the point! I don't have to worry about a rating or script now! If something comes at me and tries to bite my head off? Wham! Fire Extinguisher right up the-" Before Nate could finish saying exactly where he was going to shove it, A loud groan and two flickering eyes caught his attention behind Mark. "Shit." Mark seemed to of caught onto Nate's feelings as he glanced over his shoulder, letting out a yell when he spotted the animatronic.

"RUN!!" Nate barely even registered what was happening as he quickly sped to the night guard office, Mark close on his tail. He almost stumbled a little on a old pizza box but didn't even pause to glance behind him as he forced himself forwards. The two reached the office just in time, Nate not able to properly come to a halt and crashing in the wheely chair as Mark slammed his fist on the red button and the door slid shut with a slam. Nate panted, his arm sore from carrying the heavy weight of the fire extinguisher and his headache, previously forgotten in the rush of adrenaline, was back in full force, making it hard to stand. The extinguisher fell from his hands as his legs gave way, the room spinning and unfocused. He was gonna throw up, like, full on vomit. He vaguely registered someone's hand on his shoulder, sluggishly reacting to a clamy hand pressed against his forehead.

"I don't...Feel so good..." Nate slurried, the throbbing in his head making him barely able to form a sentence. As Nate's eye lids fluttered, he couldn't help but think about how a nap would be really good right now.

"Come on, I need you to stay awake with me." Nate felt Mark lightly tap his head to try get him to wake up. It worked a little, Nate straightening up and he tried to clear his head.

"What happened? You were fine earlier? Well, Maybe a little pale but you are always pale so-" Nate cut off Mark's worried ramblings.

"I might of had my head... slammed into a mirror?" Nate smiled in what he hoped was reassuring manner, although he didn't like his chances.

"What?!" Nate flinched at Mark's raised voice.

"Not so loud, You sound like a..." Nate furrowed brow, "Like a really loud thing." He finished. Hah, Got em. Mark wasn't paying attention however, instead opting to look around the room.

"Shit, You're probably concussed. Annnd we're in a murder restaurant that has a track record of literally the worst health and safety of any place ever so there probably won't be anything to help numb the pain. Fuuuuuuuuck. Okay um, Let me help you get on the chair." Nate tried his best to lessen the weight Mark had to pull up, but the room was still spinning. Nate tried his best to focus solely on Mark worried face as the man brushed another hand over his head. "Yeah you don't look so good."

"You really know how to make a girl feel special don't you Mark?" Now that the ground wasn't swallowing him, he felt good enough to snark at Mark properly. Happy day! Mark shook his head.

"Just, I'll take care of this whole the whole freak show thing." Nate almost shook his head before he caught himself.

"Na uh, You... Are not doing this alone!" Note to self, Protests apparently don't seem to have much effect when you look and sound like a drunk person. Mark frowned.

"Nate, All I need you to do is to stay awake, okay?" Nate winced as another angry throb made his eyes water from pain. All worn out, Nate just gave Mark a weak thumbs up.

"Yeah, How do I..." Oh yeah he was definitely crying, "How do I do that when everything is all spiny and shit." Mark was silent for a moment and Nate felt himself start to slip off a little before Mark spoke up again.

"Why don't you try singing something? That'll keep you focused." Mark suggested, causing Nate to give him a look before accepting defeat.

"Whatever you say..." Nate felt a weird prickly sensation on his cheeks and he could of sworn he saw another flash of purple and black behind Mark. Must be his delirious state. Still...

As Mark seemed semi satisfied and turned to check the screens, Nate started humming.

"Is it true, are they back, am I going mad?"

Mark looked at him with raised eyebrows but Nate was too busy focusing on saying the words right.

"One mistakes, all it takes and this may go bad!"

"Isn't That..." Mark trailed off as Nate started smirking. Mark sighed. "Oh you mother fucker."

"I try my best."