Nate Wilson

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Tybalt moved back a little when Nate decided to wave his hand around in the gingers face. It was uncomfortable and a little strange he moved his hand up and grabbed Nate’s arm just so he wouldn’t get too close.

"Yeah Nate its just me, Tybalt." He paused. "No, why would I hurt anyone?" He wanted the other to believe him so desperately. Just so he could apologize and somehow make up for everything he had said. He then realized that he’d grabbed Nate’s hand. He flinched slightly not knowing what was going to happen now.

Tyz’s hand felt cold around Nate’s arm. He actually shivered slightly but he didn’t free his arm. Nate wasn’t sure if Tyz was telling the truth. So maybe he could choose to believe or not. It would be a risk. But he couldn’t really bring himself to walk away, not anymore. He wanted to check something. He raised his free hand slightly. “Can I…” Nate didn’t finish his question or wait for a response, still unsure of what was happening. He placed his hand on Tyz’s chest, over his heart. He felt one beat. He eventually felt another one but too long after the first. “Oh, Tyz.” Nate muttered sadly. “You deserved better than all this.”

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Curiously, Tatsuya tilted his head. It was unusual to see Nate this… calm. Last time they talked, he was definitely more hostile. Perhaps that was just the strain of the motive and this place back then…? Or maybe he had an ulterior motive now…? Still, the question caught him off guard, and he found himself stumbling over his own thoughts to get an answer.

"How am I feeling…?" He echoed, scratching at his neck absent mindedly. "I… I cannot answer that properly. Despite a lingering sense of how vehemently wrong this is, a general sense of uneasiness and the fact I do not feel very well… I gather that I am okay. Considering the situation that is…" After the longer period of speaking he coughed again, scrunching his eye shut in the process. "W…What about you…?"

Tatsuya struck Nate as slightly out of it, that was understandable. He said he was ok at least. So maybe it was ok to start asking questions. He’d introduce it as gently as he could though. He remember Tatsuya question. “Oh, I guess…” Nate thought for a moment, thinking of everything that had happened since Tatsuya had gone. “I feel better in a way, we’re still in danger but I feel like I’ve got a clearer head now.” Nate slowly walked closer to Tatsuya. “Look, I know you just... got back I guess and everything must be pretty strange. But I think I really need your help, is that alright?”

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Nate seemed to be shaking. That couldn’t be good. He watched as Nate took his time. Really this was it. It confirmed that Nate didn’t trust him and that Nate wouldn’t be happy to talk to him. He listened to what he said and it put Tybalt off even more.

"Tybalt I think." Wow, that was a harder question then you would have thought. "I don’t really know actually." He added after a short pause. "I was Tyz. Then I died…. Then I came back as something… I hated. Now I’m here and I don’t know why." He barely knew anything at the moment. It was mostly hazy and it gave him a headache.

Could Tybalt really be normal again? Nate wasn’t sure, it could all be a trick. He pretends to be normal and then turns on him. Nate waved his hand in front of Tyz’s face cautiously, for some reason. Nate wanted to believe. “So you’re…you again? You’re not gonna try and hurt… anyone?” Nate sounded hopeful, in his mind he sounded desperate and he regretted it immediately. Because if Tyz was still like before he’d just given him an opening.

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Tybalt stopped moving again. It was obvious that Nate was really distrusting. Tybalt held his arm and looked at Nate. He didn’t seem to be acting too badly though. Just a little nervous maybe?

"What do I want?" He repeated Nate’s question. He was stuck a little. He wasn’t sure how to respond. To make up and be friends? Just a coincidence I showed up? To find some way to go back to being dead again? He smiled and shrugged. “I honestly don’t know. Do I have something left to do or something?”

He felt like walking away. If it was just going to make trouble he should just go sit in some empty room somewhere. He wanted to see everyone again but he wasn’t sure if they wanted to see him. It was funny really, he spent his death wanting to say sorry and now he’s back he just wants to go sit somewhere.

Tyz’s answer just confused Nate. He didn’t know what to do. Tyz seemed normal. On one level Nate wanted to ask if it was really him but if it wasn’t, if Tyz was like before he’d use that against him. And because of that fear Nate wanted to leave, run away, or tell Tyz to leave him alone. But if he was normal then Nate couldn’t do that. Nervously he stood up, shaking slightly. “What are you?” Nate asked, his voice was not as calm as he would have wanted. He just hoped this didn’t all go terribly wrong again.

Saturday Nate Live

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Saito didn’t say anything, he simply kept his arms around Nate, and after a while he laid his head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry… I really need to be able to… talk to you without crying…” He murmured with a quiet laugh. “I promise I won’t cry again…” He felt happy now, but he was stupidly emotional. “You can go if you want to…”

“It’s ok to cry.” Nate tried to reassure Saito. He thought about the last time he cried, the bar, the resurrected Tyz, everything he said. He tensed up for a moment but managed to stop thinking about it. He relaxed and just enjoyed holding and being held by Saito. “I don’t want to go, honestly.”

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At some point mid-yell, Tatsuya had slid down to the ground, his body in a heap. Sobs had begun to violently shake his form, the tears from earlier shifting into a flood pouring from his good eye. His mind was an absolute mess, he remembered much more, but the details were fleeting and kept falling out of his grasp. He couldn’t even organise his thoughts properly at times.

As he sat there, one hand moved from his face. It trailed over his neck, where a rope should have been. It trailed over his hairline, hadn’t he been injured there once…? And lastly, it trailed over his robotic eye. He should be dead. He should be dead.

"I… I should not be here… they should… they… why is he dead…?" The male muttered to himself, oblivious of the person who had just entered the morgue.

Until Nate spoke up.

Tatsuya’s gaze shot up, confusion and a sense of relief flickering across his features as he saw the Marksman properly. “Nate..?” He coughed, clearing his aching throat. “I… I am sorry… I…” Stopping himself before apologies filled his speech, he simply let a faint smile tug at the corners of his lips.

"Hello…"

Nate observed Tatsuya, listening to him speak his stray thoughts aloud, wondering what he remembered. Then he was noticed. He was curious what Tatsuya was apologising about, maybe it was just a general apology. He noticed a small smile but he couldn’t tell if it was genuine or not. He wasn’t sure what to say. Nate had questions, important question and Tatsuya could hold all the answers. But he didn’t want to spook him given everything he’d been through. “How are you feeling?” He still kept his voice calm, he was speaking slowly, quietly even.

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Saturday Nate Live

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When Nate let go of him, Saito smiled. He was really happy Nate had told him, since if it was up to himself, he would have taken the secret to the gave. Well, it wasn’t exactly a secret, Saito was still unsure of his feelings. The only thing he was sure about was his dumb crush, and he didn’t know if that was the same as liking Nate, but he knew he would come to like him, and it wouldn’t take long.

"W-Wait!" Saito grabbed Nate’s arm. "You don’t need to leave… unless you really want to…" He said, running his hand up and down the other’s arm. Reaching out with his free arm, Saito wrapped it around Nate’s waist and pulled him a bit closer for another hug.

Nate was surprised when he felt Saito grab his arm. He didn’t expect Saito to want him to stay but he was happy to. He smiled when Saito pulled him into a hug and slowly wrapped his arms around Saito in return. “I’ll stay then. I want to stay, I thought you would’ve wanted but if that’s not a problem then I’ll stay.” He was repeating stay a lot, he wasn’t sure why he felt the need to explain everything, probably nerves. But he was happy.

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Tybalt flinched at the sight of Nate. He sounded scared. Was that what he did? Tybalt walked over cautiously to Nate. He wasn’t sure if this was the right thing to do though. He remembered what he’d said, the gun. He was sure Nate was pretty hurt after that. He paused for a moment.

"Nate?" He looked at the floor then back at Nate. "It’s me… Tybalt.”

It was risky he thought. but he had to give it at least a shot. He wondered who else was like this. Who else was going to react like this. He looked back down at the floor and let out a small sigh. He honestly didn’t know what to say. If Nate didn’t trust much… Then how would he believe Tybalt? "I’m sorry…" Well, he had to give it a shot right? Nothing was pointless. He was already dead really so there wasn’t much to loose.

Nate looked up at Tyz as heard an apology. Was it just a trick? Tyz looked different, his eyes seem more normal. Maybe his mind wasn’t as twisted. No, Nate would be stronger this time. He back away from Tyz more but he didn’t stand yet. He didn’t know what to say, what there was that Tyz couldn’t use against him. “What do you want?”

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The world was both in grey, and in colour. The two had merged into one, leaving the scenery that a green eye was observing to seem ominously blurred. The blurring was counteracted though, by the machinery now acting in place of his damaged eye. Green that was very much akin to his eye colour scanned the room from side to side, analysing the awakening students that he had left in the morgue a while ago. They seemed to be recovering well despite being dead, much like he was… Was this the right thing to have done though…?

Slowly he turned away from the others, looking towards the door. Flashes of the bodies outside suddenly came to mind and that was when he felt the pain in his chest. In fact, Tatsuya’s heart was tearing itself to shreds. Tears were cascading from his one good eye, hands clutching almost desperately at the little journal in his grasp.

His friends… they were dead… Katsumi… Chi…

Growling quietly he slammed his back into the nearby wall, every little thing that he had failed with weighing down on his mind. As he moved, black and white caught his eye. What was he wearing…?

Staring at his arms he shifted them into view, shaking his head at the sight of a black shirt with white cuffs. This was… this was what he wore… before… before…

What happened before? Wasn’t it…? Wait…?

There were holes in his memory, things he was having trouble remembering despite recalling them before. Was it because of his death…? Or…

Unable to hold back the torrent of emotions and confusion building up within him, a screech left his lips, hands moving to cover his face. His head was thumping already and every situation was becoming difficult to process…

W…What was going on…?

They were different now. Nate could see that. They seemed themselves. Nate didn’t understand, why bringing them back? Was this a motive? Had Monobear actually done this or was it the Serpent’s doing? Nothing made sense. But then Nate realised there was someone who might be able to make sense of it all. Once he was done talking to Tyz he headed to the morgue.

He walked in and was greeted by a loud noise. A screech. Nate looked around and saw Tatsuya was the source. Nate asked himself how he’d deal with coming back to life after, knowing he’d died, especially in Tatsuya situation. He slowly approached the mysterious boy, the Arrow, with his arms raised; a showing of peace. “Tatsuya? It’s me, Nate.” He was trying to keep his voice calm. He needed to stay as calm as he possibly could, even in a situation as insane as this.

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The bartender took a deep breath his eyes opening once again. His head pounded. He looked down at himself and his eyes widened. He moved his left hand over to this right arm and gently held it. He pinched it softly after still surprised. I mean he wouldn’t put it past Monobear to do this but…

He was back. Not cruel, heartless, uncontrollable him but him. Silly, stupid, gentle him. He smiled a little. He could play with the others and they could get out and have fun and… He remembered what he had last said to everyone and it hit him again. He wandered out the corridor and looked around. He hoped it wasn’t anyone that hated him.

As he turned rond to walk down the hallway he paused. Someone was walking down it too. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Hello?”

Everything was going crazy. It was like watching a car, filled with people but the driver’s just been shot. They’re dead, everyone left is screaming and unable to do anything, what’s about to happen is unstoppable and terrible. That was how Nate felt now. Two dead bodies. The Serpent, Katsumi. Chiasa, he assumed she was their Thousand Mornings. She looked long dead.

Nate had an idea, the eleven lights in the morgue. One body extra. He wondered if it was Chaisa’s. So he was going to the morgue. If it was missing it would confirm his idea. He turned a corner and stopped in his tracks.

“Hello?”

Tyz. Why was Tyz here? Why was he alive again? Nate actually felt scared because of had happened before. He stepped back, trying to get away but he tripped and ended up falling over. He sat up, barely processing what he was seeing. “Tyz?” He asked. He tried to say it confidently but his tone was too shaky, too afraid.

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Damn them. All of them. [Chiau and Nate]

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—♧ Chiau’s thoughts came to a halt, as Nate shot down her idea. She pursed her lips, as if in deep thought. No, she didn’t mean bring him back like the other students. Not gormless, despair driven and emotionless… But actually bring him back. The Tatsuya they all knew. She needed him. She needed him.

She….

”…! Nate, please… Don’t bring my idea down just yet… Okay, sure, I get we’ve all made these mistakes… And, trust me, I’ve made a lot more mistakes than anyone else, and not being there for Tatsuya was a major one… So, listen to me… We have to bring him back, no matter what the cost… W… Where do they keep the bodies here?! They gotta put them somewhere? Let’s go for instinct rather than reason here, just for once. Perhaps this won’t be a mistake… We can change things…!”

She was in a sense of delirium right now, her thoughts not quite there. She was hellbent on getting Tatsuya revived, if that were at all possible, given the state of his body when he was found. Chiau took hold of Nate’s shoulders and looked up towards him, straight in the eyes,

“… Can I count on you?”

“Instinct rather than reason?” Nate repeated back to Chiau, somewhat incredulous. “Reason’s got us this far and my instinct says this is a bad idea.” He had to convince her, actually convince her. She had her hands on his shoulders and he laid one of his hands over hers. “Chiau just ask yourself; would Tatsuya actually want us to do this? Ignore how possible it is, ignore any consequences, ignore everything else but just think; would he want it?”

The Despair Hospital's The Natemare Before Christmas | (Trinket and Nate)

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Trinket hummed as she kept thinking about who had the gun. Saito or Hiromi could have it, Kyo had that pass to the male ward anyways. She shrugged. “Well I’m sure if someone fires from it we’ll hear it really soon,” she chuckled. “They’re really noisy, but now I know who’s innocent if another murder does come around.” Trinket pressed a finger to her lips, “Then again…. You’re a really quiet person, I have no idea how someone knew about it, unless….” The magician glanced at a camera next to her ‘name’. Maybe it was that one red dude.

“Well it’d be better if we found it before any fires it.” Nate replied seriously, he was kind of bothered by how casual Trinket was going about is. She did hit upon a good point though. Someone had found out about this somehow. Trinket probably kept it quiet, he didn’t tell anyone…Tyz was dead again. This was confusing. Nate sighed. “Well thanks anyway, I better keep looking.” Nate waved goodbye to Trinket and left to try and find the gun before anything bad happened. But he wouldn’t find anything in time.

Saturday Nate Live

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Saito could hear the sad tone in Nate’s voice, and it made him feel guilty. He wasn’t trying to reject him or make him feel sad, and even though Nate said he understood, Saito somewhat doubted it. “I’m sorry…” He murmured just as Nate hugged him. He hugged him tightly, nodding as he heard him whispering. “I’ll do my best…” It didn’t sound as convincing as Saito expected, but he hoped Nate wouldn’t catch on the slightly uncertainity on his voice.

Nate didn’t notice any uncertainty in Saito’s voice. He just took what he said at face value. Everything was spinning out of control, one way or another things were coming to a close but maybe if he was lucky stuff would work out for them. Nate let go of Saito. He didn’t know what else to say. He considered saying Saito didn’t need to be sorry but he didn’t, he’d just move on from that. He looked away, to the door of the male ward. He looked back to Saito and smiled at him. “I’ll give you some space now. I’m glad I told you though.”

The Despair Hospital's The Natemare Before Christmas | (Trinket and Nate)

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"Freak out? Of course!" Trinket exclaimed. "I mean someone already got killed by poison, a knife, some ice pick thing, telekinesis powers, the only thing missing from that group is a gun." Of course with the supplies given, drowning someone wouldn’t be a bad idea either, swirlie gone wrong. "But…. Really how many people here knows how to use a gun?" Trinket asked. Saito would probably drop it, Chiau would definitely try and shooting someone, Kyo was smart enough to figure it out, Hiromi might confuse it for an instrument… The chances were pretty slim.

“So you understand.” Trinket seemed pretty at ease with the idea of another murder, had she gotten used to everything so easily? “Who knows how to use a gun?” He repeated Trinket’s question. It was interesting. No one particularly struck him as the type but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t try. How they got it was a more pressing question really.

Saturday Nate Live

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When Nate complimented his eyes he blushed harder. He had no idea what was so special about his eyes, they were just a normal brown color… Saito thought Nate was exagerating, but didn’t say it out loud. “T-Thanks…” He didn’t know how to reply to that, so he whispered his quiet response.

After their second kiss, Saito unwrapped his arms from around Nate’s neck and awkwardly reached his glasses, which he had dropped on his bed, before putting them on once again and sighing. “H-Hey, Nate… I’m sorry, but… we shouldn’t take this any further for now…” He said in a quiet voice. “I-I mean, it’s not that I don’t like you… but we should be careful… and we should wait until we leave this place to… you know, actually have a relationship or something… Y-You understand that, right?”

“I… I understand.” Nate’s voice was quiet, sad. He wasn’t lying though, he did understand. He understood everything, he should have expected it really but he didn’t and now he did feel hurt. He wasn’t being rejected or anything, if they made it out of here together everything could be great. But there was so much chance of thing’s going wrong. Nate began to feel frustrated as he thought of it all, everything bad that could happen that he was powerless to stop. Nate quickly ended up hugging Saito. He wouldn’t let things go further now but he needed another hug really, in case stuff did happen. Holding Saito tight Nate began to whisper. “Please don’t die. Or kill anyone. Just stay alive and stuff, ok? Please.”

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The Despair Hospital's The Natemare Before Christmas | (Trinket and Nate)

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Looks like this was a serious situation, to Nate that is. For Trinket this was basically another regular day. “Keep quiet? Man you’re shushing me up lately!” Trinket almost looked offended. “Jeez if this keeps up I might go mute,” she chuckled after a sigh. “Don’t worry another secret is safe with me, but you should really keep your weapons closer, or at least in a more secret place.” Trinket tsked at him. “Take it from me, the better you hide your weapons in the lease expected places, the less people will snoop around and find something they don’t like.” Trinket tapped a finger on her arm. “Then again, you can hide regular tools like pipes or poison and no one would ever notice, but then again you have a gun which is awkward in a hospital….” The magician kept mumbling about weapons which wasn’t very audible anymore.

Nate found Trinket’s ramblings about weapons slightly disconcerting. But he’d ignore that for now, he had more important things to deal with. Like the gun. He figured Trinket was joking around when she complained about secrets but he decided to explain anyway. “I just think people might freak out if they find out someone has a gun. You know what I mean?”

The Despair Hospital's The Natemare Before Christmas | (Trinket and Nate)

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