A Date With Nate: A Joe Moraliste Story

It's your lucky day! You get to go on a date with the one and only Nathan Von Wright #2 of the Anti-Polls! Get ready for the biggest adventure of your life!

(Note: This is a parody of A Date With Markiplier. This is not canon to the rest of the stories.)

The Story
Romantic music plays as you enter the restaurant. You are meeting your date here and you can't wait to get started.

A waiter opens the door for you. "Bonjour!" He says as you walk in.

You walk up to the host. "Ah, bonjour!" He says to you. "Your table awaits!"

You walk up to the table and there he is - your date, Nathan Von Wright #2. Or just Nate for short.

He looks up and sees you. He smiles.

"Oh, hi!" He greets you. "I've got something for you."

He reaches into his elegant suit, and pulls out...

"A rose!"

He sniffs it deeply, and then promptly throws it behind him.

Waiters pour some drinks for you and Nate. "Oh, thank you! Bonjour, bonsoir!" Nate exclaims as they walk away.

Nate then takes a closer look at you. "You look so familiar. Have we met? Must be destiny..."

Some food comes to your table. Nate sniffs it before it is immediately taken away. "Good year," Nate tells the waiters. You are bewildered.

Nate turns back to you. "I can't wait to get to know you. But it feels like I might have-"

He is cut off as more food comes to your table. Nate once again sniffs it and then both plates are taken away. You are kind of uncomfortable now.

Nate continues. "It feels like I might have known you for a long time. But either-"

Some dessert then comes to your table. Nate looks excited, but this time, he doesn't get to sniff it before it's taken away again.

Nate finally finishes what he's been saying to you. "Either way, I can't wait to see what this date has in store."

Suddenly, an extremely intimidating chef slams a checkbook on your table. He clutches Nate's shoulder and gives the two of you a menacing look.

"So, who's gonna pay for this?"

Nate shudders. "Oh, I can take care of... this..."

He pats himself all around. But he doesn't seem to have his wallet.

The chef's breathing intensifies as Nate turns back to you. "Well, I... must have... lost it..."

The chef grabs a lone knife on the table and holds it up.

"Maybe you could pay...?" Nate suggests, sweating. "Please? Just once?"

You're just as nervous as Nate is. What do you do?

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