Nate was fairly certain that he was emotionally attached to the fire extinguisher. What's it called when you form emotional bonds with inanimate objects in times of desperation?

Insainty probably.

Nate rounded another corner with a frown. He had the strangest feeling that he was going around in circles because he'd definitely seen this hallway before. In fact, He was pretty sure he had just been in it. Shifting the Fire Extinguisher, He deciced to Name it Stinger, into his other hand, Nate curiously pulled one of the posters of the wall. The image on it was glitching, going from a bright colourful picture of Freddy to a deformed and hollow looking puppet. Nate dropped it like he'd been burned. Yeah, Not today demons.

As Nate continued to wander the halls, he let his mind do the same. About what was happening, Why it was, and who could of done it. It's not like he has any super genius or powerful enemies that would be capable of this.

Nate made a face when his foot connected with something squishy. Why would they keep a rotten cupcake in here?

And on top of that, What would anyone gain from this? Entertainment maybe? And then there was the matter of how he'd gotten here, that weird smoke shadow thing. Not to mention the fact he definitely had a voice in his head earlier, which was concerning to say the least.

Nate eyes flickered over to another poster of the puppet, focusing on its purple tear tracks. It...It couldn't be. Nate's memory was a still a little foggy but, He was pretty sure that-

Was that music?

Shaking aside his train of thought, Nate stilled, Not daring to move for even a moment. The slowly building sound of a music box swirled through the halls and Nate suddenly felt the urge to scream. Forcing himself to swallow, Nate pressed forwards, towards the noise. Which was admittedly a stupid decision, he would realise that later, but something about it was just drawing him in, his feet moving almost without him realising. Prickles of fear ran through his body as he entered one of the party rooms from Fnaf two, if the new posters and cleaner/nicer looking decorations were anything to go by. Lounging on one of the tables at the fair end was a figure that Nate couldn't quite make out in the darkness. It seemed so out of place in the bright room, seemingly casting shadows around it and making the small area it sat in seem dead. It was like a ghost, sometimes flickering from Nate's vision as long fingers wound around the handle of a red and white music box. It was humming along with the tune, it's actions only illuminated by a glowing white smile that never flickered along with every thing else.

"Bout time you showed up." The humming stopped suddenly, and it spoke, it's voice all to familiar to Nate. As Nate's eyes widened, it stayed where it was, winding up the music box without fault. This time, Nate became fully aware of his movement, every part of his body screaming at him to leave but his feet refusing and taking him closer and closer and closer.

"I didn't think you might... Show up." It's voice distorted and got deeper a little bit at that part for some reason. Nate tried to keep his face as uncaring as possible, only raising an eyebrow while on the inside everything was on fire.

"Well, I make a habit of not disappointing people." Nate snarked, still moving forwards without his consent. The thing laughed, although it had an under tone of growing anger that Nate didn't fail to notice. Okay, don't piss this thing off.

...

And yet.

"So am I right in assuming you're the jackass behind all this? Why? Get kicked out of Hot Topic and are now throwing a tantrum?" It's shoulders tensed, and the winding grew a little faster.

"You really need a better defence mechanism than snarky or sarcastic remarks because they are very easy to see through." Okay this was freaky.

"You know that from experience?" The being laughed again, and at this point Nate was close enough to make out its features and, holy fuck, That was his face. His face with bright purple tear marks and crazy eyes but his face all the same. And hey wait, Wasn't that the make up he wore in the Mangled video?

"You would know wouldn't you." Nate didn't have time to react before it's neck snapped unnaturally to face him, making Nate scream and stumble back. It got to its feet, looming a good feet over Nate, looking unhealthy lanky and inhuman. It twisted it's neck back in place with a grin and flew forward, slamming Nate back across the room and pinning Nate roughly against a wall. Nate struggled, kicking wildly only to gasp as his foot flew right through its body.

"LET ME GO!!" Nate was ignored.

"Not happening bucko. Darkiplier promised me a hell of a lot if I do this and I owe him, so yeah, I'm not screwing this up." Nate paused for second, Looking at the creature in bewilderment.

"Darkiplier?? As in that weird black and white character that Mark made or some shit?" Man he really needed to keep up with what was happening on over youtube Channel didn't he...

"Yup. In fact, Why don't you ask Mark about it, I'm sure he will be able to tell you alll about Dark." Nate squirmed again.

"Well, I was going to but know that you told me to I'm not going to out of spite. Oh yeah, Who are you again?" Wrong thing to say apparently as Nate was suddenly met with an onslaught of images as smoke covered his eyes. Cold clammy hands latches onto him, trapping him in a never ending nightmare. Images of familiar bodies, blood there was so much blood screaming it was horrible scratching cutting bleeding snapping MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP PLEASE!!

As soon as the torturing vision hit him it passed, leaving Nate pale and shaking, sweat rolling down his forehead and a distressed whimper escaping his lips without permission as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to erase any memory of seeing that but knowing that those managed images won't be leaving him any time soon. Nate's head was yanked up and something sharp dug into his arms, causing him to cry out and open his eyes. It took everything in Nate to glare, throughly shaken up.

"Natemare. My name is Natemare you piece of shit." It hissed furiously, blowing a bit of fringe out of its eyes. Nate couldn't hold back his weak snicker.

"Natemare? As in like, Nightmare, But with my name? That's so fucking stu-" Nate let out a sharp cry of pain as he was cut of by a slap. His vision blurred momentarily, The only sound between them the creepy tune from the music box.

"Don't make fun of me." Natemare hissed, one of its abnormally long fingers pressing against Nate's lips and giving him a weird sense of déjà vu. Nate responded by trying to bite off its finger. Natemare recoiled, a weirded out expression on its face.

"Dude what the fuck?!" Nate raised an eyebrow. That was a very undemon like thing to say. Maybe he could try talk some sense into this thing, it actually seemed semi human.

"Any reason why you look like a deformed puppet version of me?" Natemare blinked, not expecting that question. Seemingly caught off guard it responded.

"I Ah...I don't know...It's creepy and stuff..." Nate raised an eyebrow. Was this guy for real? It was like someone gave an angsty teenager unlimited power but he didn't know what to do with it so he just ripped off a bunch of other things in an attempt to be cool.

"Creepy and stuff? Look, just... Why are you doing this? Can we talk about this? Have a nice cup of hot chocolate, eat some pizza and let us go from the murder restaurant. Maybe?"  Nate asked, trying to keep his voice as calm and reasonable as possible. Something flashed in the thing's eyes before it roughly shook its head, Bright purple eyes flashing.

"I spent years trying to get your attention and now you want to talk?! Not happening, You lost your chance! It's my turn to have the spotlight, and I don't care what I have to do to get it! I'm going to make all of you suffer and you know why?" Nate flinched, not wanting to here the answer. Okay yeah, Screw this.

"I thought you didn't want to talk?" Mare spluttered, And Nate took that opportunity to kick his foot up hard to its face, the most solid looking part of it and hoping to come into contact with something. Natemare howled in pain and recoiled back, long hand still unfortunately on Nate's throat. Great, all he'd succeeded in doing was piss him off more.

"Here's how this is going to work. You and your friends manage to successfully survive till 6am? You win. If you don't however, I gain complete control over your body and well... Your friends will most likely be animatronic food at that point. We got a deal?" Nate managed to rasp out one thing, feeling his oxygen begin to run out.

"Wait... Matpat... Is he..." Natemare's eyes glinted, a sharp toothed smirk on his face.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Nate let out a gasp, his whole body coming to a thud on the floor as Mare let him go. Nate's vision swam and he groaned, holding his head but still managing to choke out a remark.

"Take that as a yes, he is here then..." Mare glared, kicking Nate roughly in the stomach and knocking the wind out of him again.

"Well, Looks like my times up. Have fun!" Natemare waved cheerily as Nate tried to get up and shake of the pain coursing through him. By the time he looked up, Natemare was gone, and the music box's lid was slowly lifting.

A long fingered black hand peeked on, slowly lifting up a black and white stripped arm and with it the rest of the puppet came, hollow black eyes and haunting smile directed right at Nate. Red drops of blood was dripping down the purple tear tracks, staining them in scarlet.  Nate gulped and glanced over at the fire extinguisher, which had rolled away when Mare attacked him. The room around Nate shifted, turning into a completely black and white landscape, the only colour the thick dripping tar like blood coming from the ceiling. It was like a horrible neverending colourless nightmare and Nate was trapped. A low gutteral groan came from the puppet that escalated into a high pitched scream, making Nate cry out and cover his ears. Something sticky and warm was dripping down from Nate's eyes and Nate quickly put one hand up to it, recoiling horribly as when he lifted it away in was covered in a glitching purple and red substance that stood out shockingly on his gray hand. The rising urge to vomit filled him as there was a light thud, pointed lanky legs crawling out of the box like a spider, Creepy children's laughter filling Nate's ears. The face of the puppet distorted, it's jaw hinging and unhinging and it's eyes flickering from black and empty to hyper realistic and rapidly moving. Nate pressed his back up against the wall.

"Oh this day just keeps getting better and better doesn't it?"