You watched as Nate was in his recording room, sitting by his friends and family. It was his request that he live stream his last few hours, or even minutes.

"You know we will always love you guys. It's been a great run, but it seems Xyloft beat me down."

And it was sadly true. The poor ebony was now bald, and his eyes were pure white. He was blind, as well as having the inability to stand or walk. The disease stripped the proud YouTuber of anything good he had, except his charisma and subscribers. In the short months since his announcement, he skyrocket to ten million subs and counting. But one last think stood out, why did he saw 'we'?

"Now I bet y'all are wondering what I meant by 'we'." Nate paused, his silver eyes looking at the camera. "Now, I bet this 'fandom' is used to the word Natemare. Excuse me, the BEING." Nate emphasized, his expression suddenly changing from a calm face to a smirk.

"Hello." 'Nate' said, as you noticed Natemare wasn't just a fictional version of the once-ebony male. The people of Nate's room (except Morgan) jumped back after hearing the demon speak, a little afraid. "I won't hurt you like those fanfictions say. I actually care for Nathan, and I am ashamed I could not aid or heal him in this battle."

The whole room watched as suddenly Nate's body was convulsing. The nurse beside him turned to the other two aides. It was his time.

"Just Sleep, Just Dream~" Nate sang softly as he and his demon stopped convulsing, falling to the dark abyss and taking Death's pale hand.

Those were his last words he would speak.

Ever.