The Mandela Catalogue || Oneshots!

† TV Intruder/Six x Reader †

Out of all the goddamn "people", I chose the TV intruder to show off my goddamn writing.

Notes -

† TV Intruder uses he/it in this

† You don't actually see him in the TV

† No use of Y/N

† Literally no dialogue from you or Six

† I've clearly never written anything good in my life, ever.

After setting your baby in their crib, you plopped down on your worn-out vintage sofa in your living room. Being a single parent was hard enough on its own, and the fact an unworldly threat was looming over Mandela county didn't make it any better.
All of the informational broadcasts were getting to your head, and nothing really helped you get your mind off of them. Something always felt off about them, like something was watching you from the other side of the screen as you took in all the information you could. It was unnerving to say the least. What unsettled you the most was the child safety broadcast, the information was more than wrong, it was inhuman. '"Wait until the screaming stops to check on your child"-my ass,' you thought to yourself as you ran a hand through your hair.
The worn cushions of the sofa welcomed you into a state of strange comfort. You took a moment to look around your bleak living space. You really got screwed over when it came to adulthood. Your parents weren't any help during the time you were in college, so you assumed they wouldn't help you move in somewhere. Now you're stuck with this dump-of-a home. Scanning the room like it's your first time being in this place, you spotted a dusty picture frame resting on the TV stand. Inspecting closely you see it's a picture of your baby when it was first born. In all honesty to yourself, it was awkward. You expected loud crying but it was tame sobbing instead. The sound played in your head crystal clear every time you think about it, this time it was more dull.

That was when you finally heard it.

Soft whining turn to muffled screaming.

You tense for a second before leaving your memories behind, and dashing your fastest to your baby's room. You didn't care what the broadcast said, it was your child and you sure as hell ain't gonna let it disappear on you, or even worse, die on you. You burst into the room to see a tall, lanky man with neatly combed hair and moldy-grey skin holding your child up in the air. Once it heard the door swing open on it's hinges, it turned to face your direction. Now that it was facing you, you could see it's face more clearly.
It looked deranged. It's smile was uncanny. It looked like it was persistently trying to simulate human happiness, but you could see past it's deceitful façade.

The creature continued to stare you down. It's pearl black eyes filled with no emotion and showed a clear display of false mercy. There was no doubt in the world this thing would kill you if you made an attempt to save your child. He...no, it held your baby close to its chest. It was like he was protecting them, but that wouldn't make sense. This thing wasn't human like you, why would it act this way if it wasn't human? Either way you caught it off guard somehow, so you made your first move by running up and taking your baby out of it's arms. You thought you got yourself into a deathtrap at first, but it didn't move at all. Was it going to move in the blink of an eye and snap you in half? You stared into it's eyes then, waiting for something, anything to happen. They looked human but the feeling you got didn't make them feel human. The entity finally made it's first move after what you did. It creeped it's way towards you leisurely. Inching closer and closer. Only then did you realize how tall it was compared to you. It being 7'0"-ish, maybe even taller considering how much it towered over your frame. It was like a tall and cold skyscraper in contrast to you. You were nervous. More than nervous, actually.

Mortified.

You were most definitely more than mortified, if that was even possible, but what other word could describe the amount of dread piling up in your gut? The silence between you and the other-worldly being was deafening; it was that quiet. All it did was observe your features like you were some sort of doll behind the glass of a toyshop display. You completely forgot that you were holding your baby in your arms, how entranced were you to forget something so drastic? The 'man' seemed to take notice of this, but it didn't do anything. Maybe he was stuck in emotions the same way you were, but how could this thing feel anything? Next thing you knew, it rested his hand on the base of your arm. His hand was strangely warm, like the heat you get when you touch a lightbulb. Yet at the same time, the feeling of its hand was cold and static. It was like putting a cold drink on your thigh after a long summer's day. The feeling seemed electrifying to this strange monster, and he clearly wished to never let go. Much to its dismay, you moved your arm out of it's grasp. He looked...sad? Maybe he was human deep down under the horrifying persona. You felt sympathy for it.
You moved over to your baby's crib and set your child down on the soft cushion. The man didn't really do anything besides watch you set your baby down. You looked back at him and you saw something in him. He may be an alternate of some sort, but in this moment he felt real. He felt human. If it weren't for his unnatural height and twisted features, maybe he'd be fit to your liking. Maybe you'll stick beside him for a while if he stays any longer. You felt some sort of warm connection with him, weirdly enough.

Maybe he will stay that tiny bit longer.