Mat sat down, holding a knife in his hand. He was keeping it close, making sure no one was near him.

'Who was Natemare?' He thought. 'I mean, he looked like Nate. But he looked more like the Marionette.' Mat shook his head, feeling something rock around.

He suddenly slammed his head on his desk. A hand was on the side of his head, his ear squished against the wood of his black desk.

Mat heard a liquid poured and the rustling of a cloth. 'Chloroform, cliché.' He thought, seeing the legs of a person behind him. His foot moved slowly and carefully calculated in front of the person's ankle.

Taking a breath, he kicked back. The person crumpled to the ground, moaning and holding their leg. A bottle rolled away. Mat was right. It indeed was chloroform and a cloth. He moved and felt his hands locked together by a rope.

"Smart. But I'm smarter." Mat mumbled as he scooted back and stood up, moving the attackers face with his left foot.

He held a gasp. It was Natemare, the self-proclaimed other side of Nate. Mat growled slightly and rubbed his face softly. The paint rubbed off.

'It really was Nate. But what did he want?' Mat's brain began to chug, trying to figure out his "problem".

Nate groaned. "W-What the h*** man? Why am I on the ground?" He asked, grabbing at Mat's desk.

The musician stood up, looking down at Mat, since he was taller. "Dude, you got one heck of a kick."

Words were caught in the theorists head, trying to figure what to say. "Um...." Was the only thing to escape his mouth.

"Please tell me Mat. I literally can't stand any longer." Nate winced. His head snapped back, and a devilish grin appeared on his face.

'Damn. I really got to get out of here.' The theorist thought as he bolted out of the room, feet pounding against the stairs and floor. Luckily, no one was here except for the both of them.

Lucky for Mat, bad for "Natemare". It was gonna be a while before that demon found him.

He ducked out the door and jumped in his car, backing out and driving as fast as he was allowed.

Mat stopped at an abandoned warehouse. 'Great place to hide.' He thought. The theorist jumped out of his car and booked it, hiding.

Then he saw a small light coming from the far eastern corner. Mat hesitantly walked down that corridor.

What he saw, he wish he could forget.