Nate held his light blue guitar in his frail hands, strumming lightly. He smiled and sang quietly to himself.

"Hey Nate? Mat's here!" Morgan called, startling the musician. He put his guitar on the rack, stretching and calling back.

"I'll right there Morgan!" Nate smiled, walking out of his recording room.

Sure enough, the brown-haired theorist was right there. He was chatting with Morgan, then noticed Nate. "Hey Nate!" He chirped, but Nate grabbed his arm, leading him away from a confused Morgan.

"Woah Nate! What's wrong dude?" Mat questioned, being pulled by his arm to Nate's recording room. He pushed Mat in and locked the door.

"I-I have a problem." Nate said nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. His brown eyes started intently in Mat's.

"What do you mean Nate? I don't get it." Mat asked, looking at Nate, who was more nervous than he had ever been.

"I-I'm not a normal person Mat. I'm actually two people." Nate said quickly. He looked at Mat's confused expression.

"What are you talking about? You're Nate, a musician and great guy! How are you two people?" Mat chuckled. He thought this was a joke.

"I'm not kidding." Nate said sternly. He balled his fists. "Do you need proof?"

Mat nodded. "K-Kinda...."

Nate sighed deeply. "Please don't kill me." He closed his brown eyes, focusing.

Mat gasped as he saw Nate's skin pale. Blood escaped from the musician's eyes, staining his face. The red changed to purple and hardened, looking like the Marionette's tear streaks from FNAF. Nate's body shook with each with each change as his nails and teeth sharpened into claws and fangs.

"N-Nate? What are you doing?" Mat asked, scared.

"Showing you the truth." Nate said, his voice an octave lower and more, sexy. He opened his eyes, which were a dark brown, no longer a soft light brown.

"What are you?" Mat shook, his hand trying to reach the replica sword behind him. It seemed to be from an anime.

"Welcome to your worst nightmare, Matthew." The beast smirked and grabbed Mat.

"WE HAD A DEAL!" Nate's voice echoed in the beast's head.

"You made a mistake Nate. You trusted me." The beast said out loud.

"G-Go away!" Mat held the long black sword in front of him. "Y-You're not real!" He screamed, swinging the blade.

The blade shattered over the beast's head. The beast's smile grew larger. He grabbed Mat's wrist, slamming him on the ground. "Heh. Humans are so fragile."

Mat looked up at the beast in fear. "Nate! Please stop!" He yelled, attracting Morgan.

"I AM NOT NATE!" The beast roared, grabbing Mat's shirt collar. "You do not call me that. Call me Natemare." He said in a calmer voice.

"P-Please......" Mat's eyes diluted.

"NATE!" A female voice called from the other side of the door. "WHAT'S WRONG?!?"

Natemare smirked and opened the door using his magic. A blue flame grew in his left hand as his right held Mat.

Morgan stared as her boyfriend was about to kill Mat. She ran at Natemare, tackling him to the ground. Mat fell out of Natemare's grasp, to ground.

"Get. Out. Of. My. WAY!" Natemare shoved the blue flame into Morgan's chest. It burned at her insides, melting at everything inside of her. Her blue eyes dulled and she fell to the ground next to Mat, dead.

Mat screamed. "MORGAN!" He yelled, looking at her. "Morgan?" He looked at Natemare, pure anger in his eyes.

"NATE!" He stood up.

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" The beast roared once more. Natemare balled his fists, punching Mat across the face.

Mat fell to the ground. "Please.....stop this...." He croaked.

"SHUT UP! I AND WILL ALWAYS BE DOMINANT! Natemare yelled, kicking and breaking Mat's ribs.

"P....Pl...Plea....Please......st.....sto......stop....." Mate wheezed. "I.....I'd.....ha....hate.....t.....to.....ki....kil...kill.......y.....yo....you..." Mat's eyes flickered purple.

"What are you doing?" Natemare looked at Mat's figure. The theorist slowly stood up. A purple aura surrounded him. A cracking noise was heard as blood vanished from his chest.

"Becoming what you want." Mat's eyes turned fully purple. His skin turned a highlighted light purple.

A villainous smirk appeared on Mat's face.

"Welcome to the floor, PurpleMat."