They were leaving the room.

Matt let those words swim around in his head for a moment, willing them to make sense. Nate had argued that staying in the room was no safer then going out in the halls. Matt had argued against that, but as the minutes dragged on and they had one to many close calls, Matt had to accept defeat. Nate twirled around the purple flashlight he'd picked up from the top of one of the cupboards, Matt unashamedly walking behind his friend. It wasn't like he was scared or anything just...

Terrified out of his God damn mind.

The floor boards creaked loudly and Matt winced, slowly lifting up his foot again as Nate gave him a look.

The hallway was seemingly endless, just repeating the same scene over and over. The same window, same painting, same stupid grandfather clock. Matt had tried to open the window once, only to yelp and jump back as code and errors flashed violently at him. It seemed like there was pretty much no escape.

Then, almost out of no where, there was a door. The door was dark, almost black, with a strange purple substance dripping down from the top like tears. Nate and Matt exchanged a look before Nate spoke.

"I'm going in first." Matt frantically shook his head.

"No way!!! Not in a million years!!" Nate gave him a look like he was stupid.

"Matt, I'm the one with the flashlight. I'm going in first." Matt felt his face heat up a little and he crossed his arms.

"Fine." Nate rolled his eyes, although they seemed to linger on Matt for an abnormally long time before he turned and opened the door. Almost the second Nate stepped foot fully inside, Matt was thrown back by an invisible force, the door slamming shut with a crash and locking Nate inside. Matt groaned in pain from his rough collision, eyes wide.

"NATE!!!" There was a ear splitting screech that had Matt recoiling back, and the door disappeared like it had never been there in the first place. Matt got to his feet, clutching the baseball bat tightly.

"Nonononononono!!!" Matt pounded on the wall to no avail. Tears rolled down his face as his thought raced, going through all the worst possible ending to this.

Creak

Something was there.

Matt froze, heart pounding. He slowly turned around to face what had come up behind them in the hallway, a small whining sound coming from him as he took a shaky step back, coming into contact with a wall that definitely wasn't there before.

It was an amalgamation, Constantly glitching and changing. Horrific claws-Soulless eyes-Lanky long legs- Metal-Fur-Yellow-Brown-Blue-Red-Purple-Gold
The form seemed to stay the longest on Freddy, occasionally glitching to a clown-rabbit-man-boy-chicken-fox-

Matt gripped the bat even tighter then before, seeing no other way out of this. Taking a deep breath he muttered,
"Forgive me Scott for I am about to bash your child's head in with a baseball bat."

Mark groaned, running a hand over his face and he slammed yet another door shut with his fists. He was getting restless, waiting for the others to come back. They've both been gone for way to long and he was getting badly worried. What if...No no, Stay positive Mark.

"Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw." A voice stated. Mark startled violently, accidentally punching the desk. He turned around, eyes narrowed to face the figure leaning in the doorway. Fluffy dark bangs covered half his face, black eyeshadow surrounded the empty void filled eyes making them look overly large and covering almost all of his face. Thick tar like tears, ones that Mark knew for a fact should be light and purple, were rolling down the face, staining his skin and shirt. It's form was solid, casting three shadows on the wall behind, one black, one red and one blue. One arm was almost completely covered with a sleeve, the purple ink sometimes giving the illusion of movement. A dark blood coated hand waved in mock cheerfulness, who's blood Mark didn't want to know.

"Guess they don't call ya the king of Fnaf for nothing then huh." The puppet like Ego pushed off the doorframe causally, expression bored. Mark just shrugged, not wanting to let the ego know he was unnerved. Like usual, every time he felt rising panic he clenched his fists, thinking about Amy, Amy Amy Amy-

"I'm a man of many talents. So, You're one of Natewantstobattles egos then? Or are you the only one?" Something flashed in the egos eyes that Mark couldn't decipher. Hmmm...

"I'm the only one that matters." Was the growled response. Mark just laughed at that and turned back to the screen, checking on Foxie again. He could see Jack, or what he hoped to god was Jack, just in the corner of the screen and absentmindedly wondered what he was doing in there.

"You got a name then?" Mark felt the air in the room shift, becoming more thick and harder to breath in.

"Natemare will do." Mark nodded, only half paying attention. He was curious, of course he was, but he also didn't want to take his focus of surviving and keeping the office safe. Besides, if he's learnt anything over the past few years about egos is that they thrive of attention, so he'd like to give this guy as little as possible.

"So, How'd Dark convince you to do this? He's not usually the type to play nice with others." The Ego stiffened, And for a split second there was a flash of confusion in its eyes. So Dark got to him then, Whether or not the ego realised or remembered that however could be a problem.

"He's full of surprises." Mark shook his head, side glancing at the ego for a few seconds.

"He's full of shit, That's What he is." Mark laughed bitterly. "I've been on the end of one of his deals once and let me tell you, No one ever comes out a victor in them." Natemare growls.

"Darkiplier isn't a villain, If anything you are!!" There's static in the room, and from who it's coming from, Mark doesn't even know anymore. So, He laughs. Natemare's eyes narrow.

"What?" Mark straightens up his back, still not facing Natemare, a tight pain in his chest like something was clawing at it from the inside, wanting to escape.

"What do you remember from the past few minutes Natemare?" Natemare stilled.

"Wh...What?" Mark smiled an empty smile.

"Answer the question." Natemare snarled for a second before complying.

"I was in one of the bathrooms-" Mark cut him off.

"Why?" Natemare snarled, his patience clearly running thin.

"I don't know." The Ego grit out. Mark chuckled.

"Heh, I bet you don't even know why you're in here? Seems out of nowhere that you'd come check on me seeing as up until now you've only really been focusing on Nate." Natemare spluttered.

"Heh?!" The static in the room had grown even more, It was practically crackling. Mark just kept laughing, the pain in chest growing and scratching at his ribs. He could tell the poor Ego was getting nervous, it having not noticed the three shadows behind him instead of one. Dark must of latched on and then erased all memory of the event. "What the fuck is your damage?!" Something was trickling down Mark's face, drip drop, drip drop.

No not now! Mark wanted to run, wanted to scream, wanted to have Amy close to him and stay with her forever.

But instead he just smiled, words falling from his mouth like a script.

"It's not fair is it?"

The red and blue shadows trashed violently behind Natemare, the ego himself having to cover his ears in pain from their screams and the rising echo.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"Go. It's not me that you want, and I know you wouldn't dare touch me." He said lazily, Mark's eyes however narrowed nervously when the red and blue shadows behind Natemare glowed. "It's Nate that you want right? Better not keep him waiting, tick tock tick tock. It's past five am already." Don't throw Nate under the bus you fucking-

"Yeah, Whatever asshole." There was a swirl of smoke and the ego vanished, taking the static along with it. Mark panted, legs buckling underneath him and crashing back into the wheely chair. As Mark squeezed his eyes shut, the words echoed around him.

It's not fair is it