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wouldntyou-liketoknow · 2 years

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Masterpost

What’s up? I’m 21, autistic, biromantic-demisexual, and use She/Her pronouns. Storytelling is really important to me, and the stuff I make is almost always dark, unhinged, and macabre.

This is a list of all the stories I’ve written so far (and I’ll be making updates in time with future stories). The characters I mainly write for are YouTuber Egos; those of Nathan Sharp/NateWantsToBattle, Markiplier, MatPat, Thomas Sanders, etc.

(You can also find all of these stories here, if you prefer AO3.)

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The Pentas Family Encyclopedia

(Goretober 2022) Day 2: Cannibalism (Caliban, Murdock, The Newcomer)

Running on Empty (Caliban, Murdock)

God, Being an Accessory to Murder is Exhausting (Sam, Murdock, Caliban)

What’s That Saying About Cinnamon Rolls. . ? (Azalea, Caliban)

Update the Letter Board! (Azalea, Murdock)

Toxic Tutorials (Azalea, The Newcomer)

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R.D.

Characters and Headcanons and References, Oh My!

What’s This? Natemare is EVOLVING!

Matt and Ro are Soul-Siblings, So. . .(But It’s Kinda Dark This Time)

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From Candygram to Requiem (Noah Walker and the Paranormal Investigators from Random Encounter’s Phasmophobia The Musical)

What’s a Detective Without a Case? (Noir!Engineer Mark, Noir!Mack, Noir!Captain)

Nobody Likes Rude Clients (Patty, Delux/Porniplier)

Caught Between a Monstrosity and An Abomination (EldritchPlier, LeviathanPat, The Reader)

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A Week of Goretober 2022

Day 1: Voodoo Doll (Phantom, Bones)

Day 2: Cannibalism (Caliban, Murdock, The Newcomer)

Day 3: Broken Glass (Damien, Celine, The District Attorney, Darkiplier)

Day 4: Suffocation (The Captain, Head Engineer Mark)

Day 5: Revenge (Natemare, FNAF’s Missing Children, Purple Guy/Afton/Springtrap)

Day 6: Specimen Preservation (Phantom, Anti-Matter)

Day 7: Lyric Inspired (The Reader, Scaredy/SCARED-E)

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Gifts for a Bat (an ongoing saga of snippets based off of @that-bat’s awesome Resident Evil: Village AU, where the mutated personifications of Nate, Mark and Matt are Lords serving under Mother Miranda and Ethan Nestor/CrankGamePlays is playing the role of Ethan Winters.)

Part 1: A Spider-Human Monster and A Necromancer Walk Into a Bar. . . (Nate/Lord Ophio, Matt/Lord Loxosceles)

Part 2: Chaos, Compromises, and Meal-Prep (Ethan Nestor-Winters, Matt/Lord Loxosceles, Mark/Lord Isurus)

Part 3: A New Face In Town (Nate/Lord Ophio, Hunter/The Baron)

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The Sides of A Nightmare (short drabbles inspired by @fangirltothefullest’s amazing Sanders Sides Little Nightmares AU)

The Actor (Creativity “Roman” Sanders/Red, Character!Thomas Sanders)

The Professor (Logic “Logan” Sanders/Indigo, Creativity “Roman” Sanders/Red, Character!Thomas Sanders)

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Incorrect Quotes: ISWM (Parts 1 and 2) Edition

Incorrect Quotes: ISWM Edition (The Second One)

How Mack Snapped and Became the Way He Is in Part Two

ISWM Meets Pokemon

Matt and Ro are Soul-Siblings, So. . .

Headcanons for Phantom and Monarch Being Allies(?) Since Nate and Amanda Are Friends

RE8 AU Incorrect Quotes

How a Lot of My Followers Probably Reacted to My Hyperfixation on Caliban

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subtletruamadumping · 2 years

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Random Bits; the Phantom Case (1)

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An excerpt from a story I was working on in middle school. I was obsessed with Sherlock Holmes and also the TV show Leverage. A short synopsis is: enemies to lovers; detective Nathaniel Spade is trying to solve a string of thefts committed by a femme fatale that I don't remember the name of. He quickly falls for her because of her genius, but she isn't won over so easily.

Not completely sure about the date written. Some time in middle school.

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“I’ve tried everything short of trying to contact Sherlock Holmes himself!” Harrison cried as paced back and forth in front of his desk.

“That would be rather difficult to do,” Nathaniel said, crossing his arms “Sherlock Holmes doesn’t actually exist, after all.”

“I know that.” Harrison snapped. Nathaniel sighed. He doubted Harrison knew whether Holmes was real or not, but didn’t want to argue the point.

“At least, it’s not murder,” Nathaniel pointed out, trying to ease his boss’ mind “only thefts.”

“So, it’s better to have a thief we can’t catch than a murder, eh?” Harrison said, narrowing his eyes at Nathaniel.

“Well, in some ways, yes.”

“I’m going to ignore that comment.” Harrison declared “The reason I brought you in here was to help with the investigation, not mock our efforts.”

“But, sir, I wasn’t--”

“I’ll let you by, this time,” Harrison interrupted “you’re still on the case. In fact, I’m shifting complete responsibility to you.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you.”

“But, what about--”

“The man who was previously in charge?” Harrison interrupted with an incorrect guess “He got caught up on a drug bust in the North of the city. Got a little roughed up. Lots of his cases are being handed out.”

“But--”

“And I’ll be pushing plenty of your old cases on others.” Harrison continued “I want you completely focused on this case.”

“Sir--”

“You’ll have Markison as your partner.”

“Sir--”

“Here’s the file,” Harrison slid the papers across the table.

“Maybe if--”

“I want field reports every week and I don’t expect you back until you have some answers.” The room was suddenly silent. Harrison was holding the younger man in his stern gaze with his arms crossed. This was his infamous ‘discussion over’ look. Nathaniel picked up the file.

“Yes, sir.” He muttered and left the room. It wasn’t that Nathaniel hadn’t wanted to work on the case. In fact, he wanted to desperately. The problem was the fact that Chief Harrison had pushed it on him to solve. This wasn’t exactly an easy case and certainly wasn’t one for only two men. A case like this needed a lot of people with many different perspectives. Fresh ideas, fresh eyes, and fresh minds had to help take over after long hours of working. Nathaniel knew very well, that Harrison was pushing the case onto him because he assumed it was going to fall apart any second. Harrison didn’t want to be left without someone to blame. Nathaniel had just happened to catch his attention, somehow.

Nathaniel kept down the hall, eventually ducking into Markison’s cubicle. The two had worked on a few cases together before, but had never really been able to work out much of a friendship. Too different personalities, Nathaniel thought. Markison was on his cell phone when Nathaniel entered.

“Oh, gotta go.” Markison quickly ended his phone conversation when he saw Nathaniel. Nathaniel pursed his lips, but leaned easily against the frame as Markison slipped his phone back in his pocket.

“Harrison gave us the phantom case.” Nathaniel announced flatly, dropping the file on Markison’s desk. Markison winced and gingerly picked up the file.

“Well, aren’t we so lucky.” He said sarcastically “Who else is on board?” Markison leafed lazily through the file as Nathaniel hesitated.

“No one.” He finally answered. Markison’s head snapped up.

“What?”

“I guess he thinks we can handle it by ourselves.” Nathaniel said half-heartedly.

“Ugh, he’s just trying to push the blame one us!” Markison growled, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms “Why can’t he do his own dirty work, for once?”

“He is right down the hall.” Nathaniel quietly reminded him. Markison lowered his voice, but didn’t keep his under-the-breath muttering at bay.

“Always making us do everything. Why does he get to walk all over everyone? One day, I’m going to give him a piece of my mind...” Markison’s over-inflated sense of pride often made him talk like this and Nathaniel rolled his eyes. It was amazing Markison did any work and didn’t think he was above it.

“I’m going to look over the file tonight and get a head-start.” Nathaniel interjected before Markison could complain some more “Care to join?”

“Sorry, Nate,” Markison said with a shrug, ignoring that Nathaniel told everyone repeatedly he hated being called that. Not to mention, it was common courtesy to refer to your partner by their last name as a sign of respect. Nathaniel frowned and crossed his arms.

“And what’s got you occupied tonight?” He asked.

“A date.”

“Ah. The usual.”

“Hey, a man’s gotta live.” Markison said with a laugh. Talking about his love-life always cheered him up.

“Whatever,” Nathaniel replied, picking up the file “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Markison quipped “Unless you solve the case tonight.”

“Very funny.” Nathaniel said with no hint of humor in his voice, then turned to leave.

~*~

“The usual?” The waitress asked, causing Nathaniel to jump.

“Oh, yes, please,” He said quickly, giving her a friendly smile. She scribbled down his order and moved on to a different table. Nathaniel liked this quiet, little coffee shop to do much of his research. It had excellent coffee (which Nathaniel took with sugar when he was working on a case), polite and timely service, and not very expensive. Not too many people came in, so it was usually nice and quiet. Coincidentally, there was also a bar across the street that every now and then brought on a few arrests while he had been trying to work.

He looked down at his current work again. He knew he was going to have to study it carefully. The odds of Markison reading it were very slim. He always managed to get out of the reading part of a job. It was going to be up to Nathaniel to actually know what they were looking for. And, truth be told, the file really wasn’t much help.

It basically outlined similar thefts that had been taking place in the city over the past few years. They had all been done in such a short amount of time, it left the victims baffled; so random, there was no real clue what the phantom was after; so far spaced apart in such a short amount of time, it seemed like no travel was necessary; and so complete that not even fingerprints had been left behind.

Nathaniel’s favorite account was of an instance where everyone on a certain street had their watch stolen between 4:30 and 4:45 everyday for a week, then later found it their house; of course, with the exception of one, who was the real victim. The poor man was extremely flustered and confused why his had been the only watch not returned. Harrison had been extremely flustered and annoyed when none of the returned watchs showed any prints. Nathaniel added ‘expert pick-pocket’ onto the list he had been creating to see if listing characteristics of the thief would make it any easier to understand:

· Travels far, fast

· Avoids cameras easily

· Scale walls?

· Left handed

· Right handed

· tall/short?

· Expert pick-pocket

Nathaniel sighed and rubbed his temples.

“Here, this should help.” The waitress startled him again as she set down his coffee.

“Thanks.” He said, happily giving it a sip and immediately burning his tongue. She nodded politely as he winced, then moved one again. He gingerly blew on the top before taking another sip, then stared down at the paper. He had hoped the coffee would give him some new ideas, but none were coming. He decided to simply wait awhile for the caffeine to kick in.

The file had been labeled “the phantom case” because of the impossibility of it. It was true Nathaniel couldn’t even come up with a way for all of the characteristics to be imposed on any one human. Still, he was one of the few left who refused to believe such a silly explanation as a ghost for these things. No matter why Chief Harrison had given him the job, he had, and Nathaniel was going to see it done. He just had to figure out how.

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash. He quickly jumped up as many others had. The middle of the cafe had suddenly turned into mass confusion. A waitress had dropped her tray after running into a girl trying to squeeze past. She fell over onto the tray, cutting her hand on shattered glass. Another man had slipped on some newly loose ice and tried to catch himself on a table, making it tip over. The table knocked over some chairs and sprawled some people on the floor. Nathaniel quickly went over to help.

There was shouting and arguing between some of the people who had been affected. One of them seemed to have been drinking. Nathaniel was probably going to have to take care of him. The waitress was apologizing profusely as she scurried to the back to get a broom, only to be caught by a manager demanding an explanation. Nathaniel went over to the girl who was sitting on the floor, coddling her heavily bleeding hand. He knelt down next to her while the rest of the cafe slowly settled.

“Here, let me help you.” He said gently. She instinctively pulled her hand away.

“It’s alright, I’m not going to hurt you.” He assured her “My name is officer Locke. What’s your name?” Like usual, once he had made it clear that he was a man of the law, she was much more at ease.

“Holly.” She said quietly, but she still kept her hand back.

“Well, Holly,” He continued, still using his gentle tone “you’re bleeding rather heavily. Mind if I take a look?” She hesitated a little longer before giving him her hand so that he could inspect it. He looked carefully, but made sure not to touch. The cut was deep and ragged which explained the tears and sniffling from Miss Holly.

“It doesn’t look like you’ve got any glass in there.” He said “We just need to get you cleaned up, now. Will you come to the back with me?” She nodded and he helped her to her feet. She followed him closely as he explained to the manager that he needed to use the sink and made his way behind the door that read “Employees only”. He quickly located a sink at the rear of the kitchen.

“Here, put your hand under the water.” He commanded, turning on the faucet “It might sting a little. I’ll see if I can find a bandage.” She nodded and winced as she put her hand in and the blood mixed with the water. He quickly found a First Aid kit attached to the wall (as the law required) and opened it up. The contents were promising and he brought back a bandage and some disinfecting cream. She had managed to get most of the crimson off her skin and he helped her carefully dry and wrap her hand. They both jumped at a crash coming from the cafe.

“I’ll be back in a moment.” Nathaniel said, hearing shouting also. She nodded and he hurried back through the door to see what the commotion was. Apparently, the man who had drunk several beers had gotten into an argument with the husband of a woman he hand knocked over. A very violent argument. The waitress looked on in horror at the ongoing fist-fight and the manager was trying to calm everyone down. It wasn’t working, however, and Nathaniel knew he had to step in.

“Hey!” Nathaniel called, catching the husband’s arm as he pulled back for another punch “I need you two to calm down, now.” He quickly flashed his badge, making the husband instantly drop his fist.

“Augh, you cops always stick your nose into other people’s business.” The drunk man growled.

“I think you’ve had enough to drink, tonight.” Nathaniel said calmly.

“I don’t need some badge telling me what to do.”

“There’s nothing to fight about.”

“There is and I’m going to beat the--”

“Well, we could easily sort this out back at the station.” Nathaniel said cooly.

“I’m not going anywhere.” The drunk spat.

“Be reasonable.” Nathaniel continued, placing one hand on the radio at his waist. The drunk saw the movement and narrowed his eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere!”

“Listen--” The drunk threw a sudden punch, catching Nathaniel square in the face. He tasted blood. He blinked for a millisecond, then grabbed the drunk by the arm.

~*~

“Public intoxication, assault, assault of an officer, and resisting arrest.” Nathaniel quoted the list in his notebook as the drunk was being assisted into a squad car.

“I didn’t do any of that!” He yelled, struggling against the officers “What is this town comin’ to? Innocent guys getting arrested for nothin’?” He continued his caterwauling as he was pushed inside of the car and the door was shut.

“There’s an injured girl in the back I want to check up on.” He said, ripping the page out of his notebook and handing it to the driver “You’ve got him?”

“Yeah, we’ve got him.”

“I didn’t do nothin’!” The man yelled, then threw up on the back seat.

“Lovely.” Nathaniel breathed “You want me to check up on him later?”

“Nah, I’ve got it.” The driver replied “Go save your damsel in distress.” Nathaniel rolled his eyes as they drove away and turned back to the coffee shop. All the customers had been cleared out, so it was almost empty when he walked in. The waitress who been serving him, the manager, and the waitress who had dropped the tray were the only ones left. They were busy sweeping up the mess, but nodded to him as he walked past. He nodded in reply, then pushed open the door to the back.

“Holly?” He called “You alright?” He was met only with silence. He looked quickly around the kitchen. Empty. He frowned. Exiting the kitchen, he went to the nearest waitress.

“Excuse me,” He said “did you see you see anyone come out of the kitchen that wasn’t one of the staff?”

“Only you.” She replied.

“The entire night?”

“Yes, sir.”

“No one else?”

“No, sir.”

“Are you certain?”

“Yes, sir. I’ve been working here for 18 years. I know all the employees from the corner of my eye.”

“I see.” Nathaniel said thoughtfully “Well, goodnight, ma’am.”

“‘Night, officer.” Nathaniel went back through the kitchen, this time taking the back door. He looked around thoroughly, but it was no use. The girl wasn’t here. He sighed and crossed his arms. There was nothing more he could do tonight. He began the walk home, wishing he had been able to finish his cup of coffee.

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