The Last Time We Met [Markiplier x Natewantstobattle]

Part 1: The Nightmares

Spoilers! If you haven't seen the last two (or any) nights of FNAF the Musical, by Random Encounters, this will spoil it for you so I suggest watching them first things first. I'll even leave the first video above this chapter for you guys!

Love ya, bye!

-Apple

Mark's POV

"They're coming for you."

I held my breath, flashlight against my chest.

"They found you, and they're angry you left them."

The voice grew louder, and louder. It tried to warn me, but the sneering voice made me wonder whose side it was on, mine or their's?

I shut and locked the door, heart hammering in my chest. Who were 'they'? The police? Or... them? I heard scrapping, metal against the wall. It took every once of courage I had to shakily unlock the door.

"Don't open it, he'll get you."

I turned on the flashlight, it shone against the darkness. With one final breath, I tore the door open. He stood there, hook leaving a long line as it scratched the paint on the wall. His one yellow eye saw me, fangs shining in the light. His scream was deafening and he leaped forward, jaw at level with my head-

I screamed, my entire boy jerking up, looking around. My room, my bed. The alarm clock to my left said it was five o'clock, an hour before my usual wake up time. I jumped, grabbing the flashlight from my bed side table. It was the only way to tell if it was a dream of not. I opened my door to the hallway, flashing the light. Nothing.

I sighed, dropping to my knees. These nightmares felt so real, I couldn't help my fear, my anxiety. "I can't let them hurt me," I recited the mantra, standing to enter my bathroom. "They can't hurt me. They're dreams, not reality." I opened the little orange bottle, swallowing two of the white pills. I placed my head in my hands, trying to let them kick in, but it was taking too long. I groaned as fear induced tears slipped past my fingers.

"I can't let them hurt me."

I sunk to the tiled floor.

"They can't hurt me."

I pulled on my hair, thinking maybe the physical pain would erase my mental stress. Nothing.

"They're dreams, not reali-"

My phone rang. My head shot up, and I froze. Five rings, and the phone clicked. Slowly, I stood and left the bathroom. A red light flashed on the phone's cradle, indicating I had a voice mail. The mattress sunk under my weight as I lifted the phone to my ear. An automated voice said the usual "You have one new voice message" then clicked. There was static for a second, then I heard a familiar voice. One that made my heart lurch with how closely connected it was to them.

"Hey, I hope this is the right number. Mark, if this is your number, it's Nate. You know, the uber driver for a bunch of puppets? Yeah, listen. I've been thinking about what happened those last two nights, and I couldn't help but remember... You kinda broken down there, and I was a bit worried. Are you okay? No, wait, don't reply. This is the pizzeria's phone, I'll call you on my cell soon enough. Just, I'd feel better if I could see you in person. It's been so long, and I just want to see you agai-"

The phone clicked, he ran out of time to talk. I looked at the receiver, as if I could see him there. Nate. The night guard after I was arrested for 'attempted murder'. They had let me go after I made my statements, but I never saw Nate after that night.