#Adam Murray angst

[goose-duck]

I thought the last req was pretty cool , I have one slightly based off of that if that’s okay. Same concept of Jonah running after the argument except Sarah or Adam finds Jonah like half-dead in the middle of nowhere

i see I've been prompted to write the last request properly hehe. I got carried away and made the last one very Adam centric. This one is all abt Jonah though!!

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☀️ don't leave me 🌙

👁️ Mandela Catalogue fanfic 🌺

💔Angst💔 to 💝Comfort💝

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Jonah was rushing through the woods away from his van which he'd parked on the side of the highway. That voice, that thing, it wouldn't shut up. It kept telling him he'd killed Adam, left his best friend to die. Jonah already felt shitty for leaving Adam but this thing was just pressing him further.

Jonah had almost killed himself initially when he'd pulled over on the side of the road but managed to throw the knife into the van and run off, overpowering those thoughts, but for how long? Jonah just kept running, tree branches hitting him, scratching him, making him bleed. He kept dripping over tree roots and small bushes, he just had to get away, he couldn't stay here any longer.

Jonah eventually got tired, leaning against a tree, sliding down it to the forest floor. He's covered in cuts and bruises, he's bleeding a bit but it's nothing sever for now. He'd need to get his wounds cleaned or they get infected. On top of his physical wounds he's hurting mentally, he left his only friend to die, he was alone, completely and totally alone.

Or so he thought.

Jonah hears that annoying voice again, telling him to kill himself, to punish himself for the death of his friend, to join Adam in the afterlife and appologize for killing him. Jonah screamed, wanting the voice to leave him, he tried to get up and run but his body was too weak. All he could do was sit there and wait for it to kill him as he heard it getting closer.

Eventually he sees it, this distorted nun, she look at him, continuing with her barrage of cruel words and thoughts, though not actually attacking Jonah. Jonah starts to break down at the sight of that creature, it's terrifying face along with the horrible things it's telling him weighing heavily on his mind.

Jonah slowly starts to crawl away, trying to escape her but he's too hurt to walk, his ankle bruised to hell and not responding when he tried to tell it move. Jonah tries to escape but he can't, it just slowly follows him around repeating that he should kill himself, that he killed Adam, that he's got no one, he's all alone.

Jonah finally breaks, going over to a tree and bashing his head against it repeatedly, making his nose and foreheads bleed. He continues this, trying to kill himself by blunt force.

Adam saw the knife in the BPS van, no blood, no Jonah. Adam was worried, but not overly sure what had happened and still consumed with his own thoughts about himself. Adam shook that off though, realizing Jonah's more important right now, he can deal with his sense of self later. Given everything Adam's seen Jonah could still be alive.

Adam gets in the van, starting to drive down the highway, thinking maybe Jonah ran along the highway to get to a town. After a while of this though Adam parks the van on the side of the road, getting out and standing around, taking in the fresh air and thinking.

Adam feels this pull towards the forest. He finds it off but follows the strange urge deep into the forest.

Adam wonders a bit before hearing thuds, it sounds like something hitting a tree. Adam goes to the sound, seeing Jonah bashing his head into a tree, his face covered in blood. Adam rushes to Jonah he grabbing him and pulling away from the tree.

"Jonah!? What the hell!? Stop!! What the fuck are you doing!?" Adam screams at Jonah, holding him tightly so he can't hurt himself further.

Jonah looks at Adam, not believing he's real. Jonah starts to cry and thrash around in Adam's arms. "You aren't real!! You aren't him!! Let me go! Let me die!! Let me be with him! I killed him!! I killed my best friend!!" Jonah screams, his voice breaking.

Adam holds Jonah tighter, "what the fuck are you on about? I thought you were dead! Were you trying to kill yourself? What the fuck is wrong with you, Jonah!?" Adam yells at Jonah, he sounds pissed of but really he's just worried, it's distressing to see anyone try to kill themself, it's even worse when it's someone who you've spent many of your days with. "Jonah... please calm down.." Adam still sounds annoyed but he's trying to be gentle.

"let me see your head... you're bleeding badly..." Adam gently brushes Jonah's hair out of his face, gently holding Jonah's head in place so he can get a good look at the injury. Adam goes to touch the injury but Jonah flinches away. Adam pulls back, opting to just hold Jonah in his arms until he calms down enough that he can take him back to the van.

Jonah keeps crying, having a hard time believing Adam is really there. As Adam holds him though he slowly starts to calm down, feeling Adam's warm embrace, hearing his gentle speech yet rude words, it's him, it's Adam. Jonah starts to calm down, he's still crying a little from the pain of his injuries but he's relaxing in Adam's hold, leaning more into him.

Adam notices this and reminds Jonah to stay awake as he has a head injury, " you can't sleep now, Jonah...you could have a concussion or something.." Adam mumbles into Jonah's ear. Jonah nods in response, trying to stand up so they can go back to the van but whining in pain and collapsing when he feels the sharp pain from his heavily bruised ankle.

Adam goes to take a look at Jonah's ankle, gently rolling Jonah's torn pant leg up a bit. It's bruised and bleeding, probably broken, though hopefully only sprained. "Jonah...this is bad...we need to get you to a hospital." Jonah says concerned.

"it..hurts a lot..." Jonah responds pitifully. Adam gently holds Jonah's cheek, rubbing away some of his tears, "you're gonna be okay...okay..?" Adam says, finally speaking softly with no coldness in his tone, just worry for his friend. Jonah nods at him, leaning into his touch.

Adam gently picks up Jonah, holding him over his shoulder like a firefighter as he finds it to be the easiest. Adam quickly rushes back out of the forest and to the van, setting Jonah in the passenger seat and quickly getting in the driver's seat, speeding off to the first hospital he can find.

Jonah starts to pass out a bit in the passenger seat. Adam sees this out of the corner of his eye, gently hitting Jonah on the chest once to wake him back up. Jonah let's out a whine but stays awake enough to be considered conscious.

Adam hears Jonah's pained whine and feels a sting in his heart, if he hasn't told Jonah to leave none of this would be happening, Jonah and him would probably be bickering over pizza or something stupid like that. Adam gently holds Jonah's hand, trying to give him some form of comfort while still focusing on driving.

Adam squeezes Jonah's hand a bit, hoping Jonah will squeeze back to show he's still alive. Jonah squeeze Adam's hand weakly. Adam let's out a soft sigh of relief. Adam does this every few minutes while searching for a hospital to sure Jonah's still with him, he has a mini heart attack every time Jonah takes a little longer than usual to squeeze back.

Eventually Adam finds a hospital, driving straight up to the ER and flagging down some staff. The hospital workers rush out and grab Jonah, rushing him inside. A nurse directs Adam to a waiting room, giving him a glass of water and asking some questions about what happened and if hes hurt too.

Adam answers everything the best he can, also confirming that he's unharmed. After a few hours a nurse come back into the waiting room with good news, telling Adam Jonah is okay and will make a full recovery. The whole time Adam had been sitting there he was extremely stressed, unknowingly holding his breath. Now knowing Jonah is okay he lets out a deep sigh of relief, asking if he can go see Jonah. The nurse shows him to Jonah's room, telling him to be quiet as Jonah is resting.

Adam walks in the dimly lit room, grabbing a chair and setting it beside Jonah's bed. Adam looks at Jonah's bandaged ankle and face, lingering on his face, talking in how handsome he looks even when beaten. Still the same Jomah, suspiciously good looking even in the worst of situations. Adam gently takes Jonah's hand, squeezing it lightly. Jonah squeezed back, smiling a little in his sleep. Adam smiles back at the sleeping man, laying his head against the bed near Jonah's hand, allowing himself to rest too now.

Adam is just happy Jonah's okay, everything else can wait. He can deal with himself some other time, he doenst need to worry Jonah while he's healing.

Adam drifts off into a light sleep, ready for when Jonah wakes up.

[goldyluna]

I like to mahe my favorite characters suffer not only in art, but also in words! I think it is a talent of mine to write angst...

Here is my take of Mandela Catalyst and Adam's pain. It may or may not be a part of bigger AU that I think about, but it is work in progress still!

Summary:

This was not what he thought would happen when he went down to this damned basement. He should know better.

Now he just wants the pain to stop.

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It hurt. It hurt so much his skin was melting and lungs were burning. Or maybe he was on fire, because it hurt. His body twisting and disintegrating while he screamed.

His mind was a mess. Messier than ever, he couldn't even form a proper thought. Everything ended in pain and fire. He shouldn't have done that. He should have listened to Jonah and maybe he wouldn't be here. Maybe his friend would still be alive. Maybe everything would be okay. But it isn't and won't be and he is in so much pain.

He wants to die, he has to remind himself about it. He wants to die, that's why he tried, that's why his blood is boiling and insides are twisting. He wants to die, but he can't. He can't. A blessing and a curse some would say, but he only sees it as loathesome irony of life. He got what he was searching for, even if he didn't know what he wanted at the time. Ah, how much he would love to stay blind to the evil. To be invincible. He didn't want to know anymore. He didn't want to be anymore.

But he couldn't.

The world is black in this little room he locked himself in, but he could swear that all he sees is red. Be it his imagination, alternates playing mind games or just blood. Anything is better than the mirror next to him that shows him his mutilated body, his long face and unusual blackness in his eyes. He never had a weak stomach, never avoided horror and gore images. But now... he knew, if his body wasn't already in a such distress, if his stomach wasn't already upset, it would be now with such force, he would retch.

He couldn't look at anything more than red and his reflection. Was it even him? Was this body really his? This voice, hair, hands and birthmarks. Should he even still refer to himself as a "he"? He was "it" no matter how it looked at it, how much it wanted to believe it's all only a bad dream. It or he...

He won't ever wake up human with its friends safe and alive next to it, happy and unbothered. He missed those times. It craved them. How much it would give to just look at Evelyn one last time, hold her hand, say he's sorry. How much he wants Jonah to be here with him, to joke and be silly and not serious at all. How much it wants to see Sarah's determined eyes. They all were as good as dead. Except for him. He. It... Fuck it. He was fated to suffer for eternity. Good grief.

Fuck.

He was in such pain. He could only hear his screams, cries and static.

Help me.

Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me! Help me! Help me!!!

He wanted out, but he couldn't move. It hurt.

It hurts... it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS!!

WHY DOES IT HURT SO MUCH?!

Please, make it stop...

He wanted to... end this. So, so, so much.

Why can't I die...

WHY CAN'T I DIE?

He won't ever die.

Was it worth the risk?

[soupetiedee]

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Headcanons for Mark, Jonah, and Adam and an S/O who has a bunch of vita carnis Mimics as "helpers."

What would the three of them think of someone who can somehow "tame" these things and just keeps them around as house pets? They just hang out in their home and on their little plot of land (that I'd imagine is isolated because people moved tf away when the rumors started spreading) and keep any threats away. Reader doesn't actively do anything to sate their diet though. Although they aren't opposed to the Mimics stomping out any would-be troublemakers or those who piss them off... They still get their food themselves but use reader's home as a place of refuge.

Maybe the way the three of them meet their S/O was finding out that Alternates were being warded off from there. Idk, I haven't had a chance to get fully invested in MC but the idea just sounds really interesting. Also, I have the mental image of a Mimic putting away the dishes and someone's immediate reaction is screaming "What the FUCK is that?!?!" And just getting this whole explanation of what it is and that this one and all the others are friendly despite it needing to be reminded that the human in front of them is not food.

I LOVE that mental image you described. Mimics just doing chores and human things, only to see an actual human look at them absolutely HORRIFIED

........

Mark

He was relieved to get away from the Alternate-populated Mandela County for a while.

But when you answer the door while preparing dinner, you called out for James (one of the male Mimics you named) to stay in the kitchen...

Without realizing how extremely suspicious that sounded until you saw the look on Mark's face. "Who's James?"

"Oh! He's uh...can you wait here while I-?"

"Is he your new roommate or something?" He jumps to conclusions immediately, thinking you're cheating on him as you never told him you lived with another person.

In anger he storms past you to confront this "James" you were apparently being so secretive about....

Before you could stop him, he sees the Mimic and freaks out, causing it to drop the plate it was holding and screams right back at him.

You're quick to disperse the situation before it becomes a bloodbath, but by then it's too late. Mark was thoroughly traumatized.

When you mentioned living with creatures who kept the local Alternate population out of your town..he didn't think they'd be be skinless humans.

He locked himself in your bathroom, trying to stave off a panic attack as he recites his prayers, convinced there was "evil" hanging over your house.

Eventually he lets you in and you help him calm down, reassuring him that wasn't the case at all before explaining the Mimics and their role in your household, answering whatever questions he had (which were a LOT).

"Even if they're not demons....why would God make something like that?"

"Maybe..it's the same reason he made the platypus."

"......that's not the same, s/o."

"I know, I'm just trying to help."

Jonah

He's made jokes about the Mimics before.

But he didn't think they were real living and breathing creatures you were coexisting with.

He swears he was smoking something when he saw one wearing your clothes and sweeping the floor with a broom like any ordinary person would.

At first he tries to be chill about it as to not freak you out..

Until he goes into your pantry for a snack and finds shelves with jars filled to the brim with Crawl sticks.

As well as a Mimic curled up on the highest shelf, asleep.

Next thing you know, Jonah's dry heaving over the nearest trash can.

"Babe for the love of GOD please tell me that I'm on some weird ass trip because I can't handle this rn"

"...well maybe if you didn't brush off my research, you wouldn't be as scared." You pat his back before glaring at the Mimic who was just seconds away from lunging at your boyfriend at his most vulnerable moment.

"Jonah, sweetie..rule number one is to never turn your back on a Mimic unless you're running away from it." You make him turn around to face it, and they stare at each other before it eventually calms down and leaves.

Even after you explained how you "tamed" the Mimics, he's too scared to leave your side or be alone in the same room with one.

Their permanent smiles and wide eyes just...give him the chills. Even if they're just staring with curiosity, he always insists it's a look of hunger.

They are aware he's dating you and will playfully threaten to eat him, but never actually go through with it bc you'd probably kick them out and leave them without food.

Adam

(gonna make this post-Catalyst)

He's having a tough time keeping the relationship alive and coping with being an Alternate--a secret he only recently shared with you.

Despite him being the first one you've ever encountered, you're not all that afraid. Just surprised.

You confess to having your own secret to share, taking him to your home where you could talk about it more.

He keeps asking how you could trust him with anything when he looked like a hideous monster. But you reassured him he'll understand soon enough.

After you arrive, he sees the Crawl trees behind your house, but thinks nothing of it until you bring him inside.

You whistle and a Baby Mimic comes skittering towards you on all fours, climbing onto you like a koala bear before you turn back to your boyfriend, smiling.

It takes him a second to connect the dots. "....wait, that's a....Vita Carnis...i-it's a real thing??"

"They've always have been."

"Wow, this is...one hell of a secret. D-Does..that Mimic know what I am?"

"The adults can usually tell, but this little bugger thinks you're tasty food." You scratch the baby Mimic's chin, hearing it coo sweetly as it nibbled on your jacket strings. "But you see why I'm not scared of you? Because I've made peace with these "hideous monsters", just like I've made peace with what you told me."

He tears up at your sweet and kind words, though he listens as you introduce him to the "helpers" of your household aka the adult Mimics who wore your clothing and were doing different tasks.

They all kinda stared at Adam as he awkwardly greeted them, but didn't do anything more.

It's strangely comforting that they perceive him as a human.

At the same time, he feels lucky to not look appetizing to them.

[ethical-cane]

[fostopia]

The Moon Will Sing [Tethered Jonah + Adam]

Hey tumblr it’s been less than 24 hours but here’s some more whiteboard music pain

Their relationship is complicated

(cw; implied Jonah character harm)

[!!THIS IS PLATONIC BTW!!]

[muyru-iru]

The continueing of the breakdown...

Gabriel my man, my bro...

[baynicole8]

TW for angst

I keep reading family-dynamic fanfictions of the 4 victims so I made Mark a sad boy :)

[locallosersblog]

Idea, Adam and Lynn or Adam and real/baby Adam

Sorry this is so late i got art block 💀💀

[goose-duck]

Mandela catalogue short scenarios ✨ angsty ✨

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"ah! Mother fuck- you fucking ass!!" Jonah yelled, jumping around in pain.

Adam is just giving Jonah a look as if Jonah is crazy, "come on, it wasn't that bad.."

Jonah glares at Adam, "you broke my fucking rib!"

"stop being dramatic, the worst you'll get is a bruise." Adam says annoyed.

"you're so damn weak, Jonah." Adam follows up his words with an annoyed sigh.

Jonah walks over to Adam, a harsh pained look on his face, "you're a real dick, you know that?"

Adam responds by letting out a sarcastic chuckle, elbowing Jonah in the ribs again. This prompts Jonah to whine in pain and clutch his midsection.

"why the fuck would you do it again!?" Jonah yelled, tears in his eyes.

Adam responds, "because you look funny when you're in pain" he snickers a bit.

Jonah just lets out a defeated sigh, falling to the floor with a thud and laying there, groaning in pain. Adam just laughs some more before calming himself and smirking at Jonah.

Jonah glares at Adam from his spot on the floor, "quit staring, creep."

"don't think I will." Adam responds in a snarky manner, enjoying bothering Jonah.

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Cesar is sitting on a bench with Mark, the two are just chatting when Cesar's mother walks by.

"watch out for balls, mark!!" She says, continuing on past them.

Hearing this prompts Cesar to start laughing, mark blushes in embarrassment.

"what was that about? Ahaha!" Cesar laughs, having not noticed how embarrassed his friend is.

Mark responds quietly, "quit laughing you ass..."

Cesar starts trying to calm himself but can't completely quell his laughter, calming it to a quiet snicker.

"okay! Okay...tell me..." Cesar gets out between little giggles.

Mark sighs, the blush on his face subsiding a little, "well...you know how I have this black eye..?" Mark turns to look at Cesar.

Cesar looks back at him and nods, "it's pretty nasty, hard to miss." Cesar is a bit more serious now as it is true, the black eye is a lot more than just Mark's eye, it's a quarter of his face.

Mark continues, now looking away from Cesar, "well...you remember that ass? Ronald? Well...he..uh.." Mark sighs, some tears forming in his eyes, prompting him to further hide his face from Cesar by putting his hands over his face.

Cesar looks worried, gently putting a hand on Mark's shoulder, "what did he do to you..?" Cesar sounds concerned and angry, he's worried about his best friend, but he needs to know what happened before he does anything.

"its not like it was intentional...its just...the way he acted after...that's what the problem was..." Mark says, sounding like he's about to cry.

Cesar prompts Mark to continue, "it's okay ..keep going buddy...im here..." comfortingly squeezing his best friend's shoulder.

Mark continues his story through a broken voice, holding back tears, "well, he hit me in the head with a base ball, which wasn't his fault, it was just bad circumstances, wrong spot wrong time kinda thing...but after...he...when he saw me in pain he laughed...he said 'finally, that dream's suffering', he laughed and said he hopes my brain is bleeding so I'll die..." Mark finally just gives up, letting himself cry.

Cesar holds mark tightly in a hug, rubbing his back and telling him everything will be okay.

"oh..ah...its okay...well...its not...everything will be okay...its gonna get better ..okay..? Cry all you need to...im here for you...ill be here...okay..?" Cesar says as Mark cries on his shoulder.

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Jonah's sitting in math class, they have a test, Jonah hates tests. He's one of those people that is great at everything until he has to take a test then he loses everything, can't even remember 2+2.

Jonah's sitting there at his desk, staring at the paper, he hasn't even answered the first question and it's already been 10 minutes. He starts sweating, getting stressed. All he can think about is how stupid he is, how his mother will tell at him for getting a bad mark on his test, how he'll be sent to his room and not given dinner.

Jonah starts to breathe heavily, his vision blurring a little. He knows exactly what's happening, he's having a panic attack. He hates when this happens, he hates feeling so powerless over his emotions. Jonah sits there, slowly breaking down more and more as tears finally begin to fall, making the test paper wet and smearing what little ink was on it.

Jonah starts to get more upset seeing this, thinking about how pathetic he is for crying over something other people find so easy. Why was he so stupid? Why'd he have to freeze up? Why's he crying? These thoughts raced through Jonah's mind, putting more pressure on his already distressed mind.

Adam is sitting beside Jonah, Adam finds tests easy, having finished this one in record time, 20 minutes. Adam hears Jonah sniffling and looks over at him, seeing Jonah shaking and the tears on his paper he makes a weird face at the side of Jonah's head, not understanding why Jonah was crying.

Adam may not know how to express he cares or like to express it, but he is a bit worried seeing Jonah has only written his name and the date on the paper. Adam wonders why Jonah's got nothing done and why he's crying. As Adam's thinking he's making a face, it looks like he's glaring at Jonah, like he's annoyed with Jonah for crying, but he's not, he's just not sure what to make of this.

Jonah looks over at Adam, seeing that look on Adam's face Jonah assumes he pissed Adam off and starts whining his tears, trying to make the crying stop. Adam sees this and realizes the face he's making, relaxing his face and giving Jonah a concerned look. Jonah doesn't see this look though, only telling himself off mentally for assumedly bothering Adam.

Adam raises his hand, calling the teacher over. Adam asks to go to the cafeteria and get something to eat since he's done with his test. The teacher gives him the okay and Adam leaves.

Seeing Adam leave so quickly after him seeing Jonah's tears solidifies for Jonah that he'd bothered Adam with his crying, making Jonah insult himself further.

Adam walks down to the cafeteria with the intent of getting something to make Jonah feel better. Adam isn't good with words and given they're in a test he wouldn't be able to use them even if he knew how, so instead he's using his actions.

When Adam gets the the cafeteria he asks what they have available. The lunch ladies give him the list, when Adam hears there's jelly filled cookies he buys two and quickly rushes back to class. Jonah loves jelly cookies, how could Adam not get him one? He of course bought himself one two, he's got a while until the class is over and snacking may make the time pass quicker.

Adam gets back to class and sets a cookie on Jonah's desk before sitting down in his desk and munching on his cookie, no longer paying attention to Jonah and just zoning out from pure boredom.

Jonah seems Adam set the cookie on his desk and stops crying for a second, shocked Adam wasn't upset with him but had in fact gotten him a cookie presumably to make him feel better, or maybe just to shut him up? Either way it's a cookie from Adam rather than an insult or an annoyed scowl so Jonah will happily take it.

Jonah eats the cookie, calming down enough to try again with his test, he's got 30 minutes left, maybe he can do it. Jonah looks over at Adam hoping for reassurance but Adam's just staring into space. Jonah sighs and smiles to himself, it's just like Adam to be staring into space when done his work, he can do literally anything else, like draw or listen to music, hell, he could even leave the class, yet every time he chooses to just sit and wait for Jonah.

Jonah begins his test, still not confident he can do it, but feeling better knowing his best friend will still be there when it's over.

[yami-yomiel]

Thatcher and Adam centric.. thing

This all spawned from me seeing a g/t post - [specifically this one - shout out to OP] - and then i rambled my ideas on discord. I just cleaned it up to post here!

(Referring to the image linked)

Ok, but that gave me the visual of Adam’s skin cracking like porcelain and i really like that. What if Thatcher has to get on-top of this BIG (emo)tional giant just to bandage up these cracks to the best of his abilities. Thatcher probably takes care of Giant!adam to cope with Ruth’s death, the latter uses this to cope with his own problems of losing his identity and friends- maybe even the chance of actually having an actual father figure. Because i doubt Jude was there for adam.

tl;dr Thatcher dadvis and his giant emo son

(Here i joke about Adam being a mama’s boy but in the worst way - and one of my friends agreed - for its interpretation at least.)

To bring up that point comment again, i feel like these two can bounce off of one another dynamic wise.

“Please do not imagine a very shakey Adam- so shakey he cannot hold things right without almost dropping it, holding a (taken back/equally scared) Thatcher close to his chest because it’s 1. The only human contact he’s had in a LONG LONG WHILE or 2. He needs the comfort so bad because all of his friends probably abandoned him and don’t want to be around him.” ”2 is also ironic becasue Adam probably sent a lot of his life pushing people away from him- especially Jonah and look where that ended up. And now his wall of ‘I’m Adam and im a dingbat’ has fallen down.”

(Insert a short convo about how he was funny mean in vol 2 and then straight up a bully in vol 4 - he had reasons .. alternate reasons but still. 2 was the set up and 4 was the rising action, and catalyst was the climax - or however that book structure goes.) Back to the topic - there’s probably a long period of which Thatcher HAS to (try and) get used to having an alternate in his home - which may or may not kill him depending on the mood- and getting close enough TO that alternate to ask ‘what happened to you?”. Knowing Adam he’s going to deny it and say he’s going through ‘puberty’.

(‘Oh its just puberty you wouldn’t get it old man’ “Your jaw is sliding off your face” “….and your’s hasn’t’?”)

[turtlestm]

ok this is just a hc but headcanon that after jonah died, adam copes by writing letters addressed to him every week, knowing jonah will never get to see them

:((

[seraphblood-art]

" You're too mean, I don't like you— "

" Fuck you anyway, you make me wanna scream at the top of my lungs."

" It hurts but I wont fight you, you suck anyway. You make me wanna die. "

(lyrics/dialogue from The Neighbourhood — Afraid. Jonah in blue, Adam in red)

i feel so bad for jonah, like genuine sadness

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

i don't much know tmc so i hope this makes sense, but 65 for adam and jonah and friendly alternate reader? maybe it goes the way you laid out in your original post, where the events of volume 2 make them distrust reader briefly and the fic is set in the aftermath?

Good idea! Also this is slightly different from how I wrote those hcs, but the general idea is still there!

65) "I didn't mean it...please forgive me."

.......

While waiting for your human friends to finish their investigation inside the house, you remained in the van that you all arrived in, trying your best to remain patient.

You would have much rather accompanied them, knowing of the dangers present....however the fragile trust you've formed with the two was close to shattering.

Preacher arrived without any warning on the second night, and you caught her whispering things to Adam while he was trying to get some sleep. Jonah was wide awake and had the misfortune of seeing her face-to-face before he hid somewhere, allowing you to confront her.

Although you succeeded in driving her off by pretending that they were your victims to claim, he wildly misinterpreted your actions and believed you summoned her here to kill them both. He didn't believe your ruse for a second, as he freaked out on you and demanded you to get out.

In fear of triggering a panic attack in the already frightened boy, you just quietly left, but stayed inside the van to ensure that no other Alternates could interfere with the radio signal or hijack it.

Yet as the minutes dragged on, you grew more and more worried about their well being.

Preacher easily believed your lie--considering Alternates were master manipulators--so she won't be coming back anytime soon...but you didn't like the thought of leaving those two all by themselves.

Sometime later you saw the front door open, and you teleported out of the van, finding Jonah standing there. He appeared unharmed, much to your relief.

However that's when you noticed only he emerged from the house..Adam was nowhere in sight.

"Jonah, are you alright? Where's Adam?"

"Th-The basement door opened..and he wanted to check it out. I-I told him not to, but he wouldn't listen!" He panicked, before he suddenly fell silent as his expression turned to a hateful scowl--aimed at you. "I bet you opened it, didn't you? Or was it your freaky lady friend?"

"That was neither my doing nor hers. And she's not my "lady friend"." You huffed, wishing he'd stop accusing you. "Why did you leave him all alone in there? It's too dangerous."

"He doesn't know the first thing about "danger". You don't think I've been trying to tell him these ghost hunts are gonna get us killed one day?! It's like he doesn't even hear me! We both know his mom is dead and he's looking for something that's not actually there..but god forbid I ever tell him that. I'm just sick of him getting pissed off at me for wanting to fucking live."

"I understand your frustration, but..leaving him behind is not the solution here." You tried to reason with him. "To my knowledge that's not how friends should treat each other, even if they-"

"I'm not sure if I even see him as my "friend" anymore." He scoffed, hugging himself as the air grew chillier. "He literally screamed at me to leave, [y/n]. So that's what I'm doing. I don't give a shit about him or the fame or the money anymore. I'm done. I'm going back home. Alone."

Hoping to put this conversation to rest, Jonah stormed past you and hopped into the driver's seat, trying to start the engine...but it wasn't turning on at all.

He tried hotwiring it as well--to no avail.

"Shit, [y/n]..are you doing this?" He glanced at you, annoyed. "Are you screwing with the transmission?"

"........."

"C'mon, I'm not in the mood for-"

"We cannot leave him behind, child." You insisted. As much as you hated to anger your friend, this was the only way he'll listen. "Is this truly how you wish to end things between you two?"

"I'm not a child, I'm a grown ass man. And I've made my choice, and he made his."

"It doesn't have to be that way. I can still help you both-"

"If you're so insistent on "helping" me, you'll let me start this goddamn car and stay out of my life!!" Jonah slammed his hands on the steering wheel, but unfortunately for him, you weren't about to give into his childish tantrum.

"The only way I can help you is by NOT letting you leave." You shook your head, trying to stay calm and logical. "There is no running away anymore, Jonah. If the others realize you are all by yourself...they will come for you, including him."

"...wait, how do you know he'll show up?" He blinked.

"Because...I've known him since our creation. I'm aware of his patterns. Your government calls him Intruder, children call him Stanley....we call him Six. His connection with technology knows no boundaries, including radios and GPS, so it's imperative that I'm here to stop him from- "

"Oh, so you've been bffs with that child kidnapper since the dawn of time...and you're telling me he could've been fucking eavesdropping on all our conversations regarding BPS?!!"

"I.." For a moment you tensed up, realizing you may have said too much. "No, Jonah. That's not what-"

"Damn, I wish I knew all of that before we decided to trust you." Tears welled up in his eyes again, threatening to spill over. "Adam never should've let you come along. I told him he was making a huge mistake letting you out of that TV..and guess who was right?!!"

Your nonexistent heart sunk slightly at his words.

"Jonah, please calm down. You're not thinking-"

You tried setting a comforting hand on his shoulder, but he violently smacked it away before your claws could even graze his jacket.

"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!! You're all the same....you're a bunch of heartless, lying, demonic bastards who destroyed our lives and made our loved ones kill themselves!!" He choked out. "You've taken everything from us...a-and if it weren't for you....THEN MAYBE ADAM WOULD STILL BE ALIVE RIGHT NOW!!"

You physically flinched at his screaming, having never seen a human look so enraged...yet sorrowful at the same time. The emotions emanating from him were quite powerful, and when he stopped to take several deep breaths, you needed a moment to absorb them all.

But seeing as you didn't immediately leave, Jonah felt his resolve completely crumble as he gritted his teeth together, trying to stop his sobs from escaping..only for them to come out as small hiccups and gasps.

"J-Just stop pretending to care, alright? Go and...a-and leave me be." Tears streaked down his face as he clutched the steering wheel with trembling hands, laying his head on it as he tried muffling his sobs.

He felt like he just gave himself M.A.D with how badly he felt like dying right now.

Although you were initially stunned by his emotions going from one extreme to the other so quickly, you snapped out your shock and frowned slightly at his distraught state.

'He's so young...and has gone through far too much...'

You gently reached over to set your hand on his back, feeling his entire body trembling beneath your fingertips. Surprisingly enough, he didn't shove your comfort away this time as he was too busy scrubbing away his tears.

You understood that he didn't actually mean those hurtful things. He just needed to lash out after all the stress of these past few nights, and you so happened to be the closest person--whose species is the very cause of his anxieties.

"[Y/n]..I-I..I know you're not like the others. It's just...I'm so lost and I'm so fucking scared to lose one more friend...!" His voice cracked. "I-I don't wanna lose him.."

"I know, my little fish.." You soothed. "I know your heart and mind are deeply troubled. I know you're very afraid...but rest assure, I will not let anything bad happen to either of you. Whatever you think of my kind is fine, but please understand that I would never pretend to care for your safety. It is...my purpose to protect you both from their evil ways."

"..a-according to who?"

"Me. Not my "Savior" or anybody else." Taking your hand off his back, you stepped away as he finally looked up at you. His eyes were wet and tinted red from crying so hard, but through blurred vision he could see you offering your hand. "Come, let us seek out Adam. I sense he is still alive."

With a small nod, Jonah grasped your hand so you could help him out of the van, though as soon as you let him go....he hugged you unexpectedly.

You blinked, looking down at him in confusion. "Jonah? Is everything okay?"

"Y-Yeah, I...I'm just sorry about what I said to you." He sniffled quietly, his forehead pressed to your chest. "I didn't mean it..please forgive me. You know how I tend to say stupid shit when I'm scared and-"

"You needn't justify yourself, my friend. I absolve you." You smiled as you patted his head. "I have gotten worse insults in my lifetime, so they don't affect me as much."

"Good to know. Also...why did you call me "little fish"? I don't hate it or anything, but I was wondering."

"Ah, because you remind me of some...old friends, we'll say. Were you ever told the story of Jonah and the Whale?"

"...uh-"

"What ever happened to "I won't be here to confirm that"?"

The moment was cut short as Jonah suddenly let you go, looking back to see Adam emerge from the house completely unharmed. He had the camcorder and other equipment in his arms, and an annoyed expression on his face.

As he approached the van, he stopped short upon seeing the other male, blinking in bewilderment. "Were you crying?"

"..n-no, it's the allergies. I told you it's that damn cat's fault.." After making a point to wipe his eyes, Jonah shoved his hands into his pockets. "So um...what did you find in that basement?"

"Just an old TV. And you're right about that cat..it was actually an Alternate. But I got some other good footage, so I'm ready to bail."

"What about staying-?"

"We'll tell the lady we stayed all three nights." Adam shrugged. "It's not like she'll know."

"Oh, so now you listen?"

"....look, this shit's getting heavy. So if you don't mind-"

"I'll help." You spoke up, disliking this growing tension in the air as you took the heavier equipment away from Adam and loaded up the van with it.

But still, you refused to allow it to start, and Jonah knew exactly why.

He couldn't just act like he didn't have that huge fight with his friend only a short time ago, so they both talked for a few minutes, apologizing to one another and hugging it out.

When they heard the engine crank on, they immediately rushed towards the van...only to see you sitting behind the wheel, much to their confusion.

They didn't know Alternates could drive.

"You kids had a rough few nights. I'll take us wherever you desire to go." You offered.

"Jeez, since when did we have our own chaperone?" Adam rolled his eyes, but opted to climb into the back while Jonah called shotgun. "I guess we owe you an apology too, right?"

"Well..Jonah and I talked it out already, but I forgive you both."

"Yeah...I still feel like shit, though."

"Dude," the brunette huffed. "What did you say to them?"

Jonah opened his mouth to speak, but thought better of it as he didn't wanna bring up the harsh words he said out of frustration and anxiety. Instead he just shook his head. "I-It doesn't matter. Let's just get outta here and go for some pizza."

"I would very much like that." You agreed, backing out of the driveway and heading down the main road.

"And....as thanks for putting up with our bullshit, we'll let you pick the toppings this time."

"What?!" Adam's jaw dropped, but your smile only grew, and he had no choice but to relent.

It was certainly something to think about on the way to the pizza shop you all knew and loved.

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a lil gift i made for my favorite tmctwt artist!! here's her design of the sillies as alternates 😋

[muyru-iru]

The Rule of Origin (part 1-20)

This comic format is a bit different to what you're used to see, just a little bit I think. Some part you might actually recognise mostly those with Alt! Gabriel. Needless to say the comic will be updated whenever I reach around 20 different "panels". These different parts are distributed to around 6 chapters. Each chapter has it's own theme.

This comic will deal with heavy topics such as character death, guilt, manipulation, blood, violence and so on. So, be careful when reading, It is anticipated that I will warn you- The Mandela Catalogue itself is an analog horror that deals with dark stuff.

Let's jump into the introduction:

"It is not fate nor coincidence that you met them. It is all an unspoken rule of Origin." The woman looked at Adam and quietly sniffled. He should have known her, he should have remembered her, but his mind is all fuzzy.

Then she pointed at him, mouthing the expected yet surprising reason behind everything that has happened to him and indirectly to the other residents of Mandela. "The origin of the supposed person you are impersonating." Somehow, the answer was still open. It was not enough to satisfy his needs. There was more to it than she has given him. He then realized that it was not only about him. It was about...

CHAPTER ONE - ADAM UND EVA

CHAPTER TWO - The snake's curse

CHAPTER THREE --- humane emotions

CHAPTER FOUR ---- Torment

CHAPTER FIVE ----- Recall

CHAPTER SIX ------ Home no more

I'm so proud of the latest chapter, because it literally took longer than the other chapters. And I am still experimenting with the colours! As you mostly can see already- each chapter is rather short, I know, but it's easier for me to devide my comic and for me to actually work on it.

Feel free to comment or anything, I really appreciate your opinions and your theories about TMC. :Dc, (my poor app- it crashed several times while I was working on my comic- luckily it has an automatic save c':)

No Psalm 23 for now ;))