Mandela Catalogue REQUESTS (COMPLETE) (PART 1)

Adam X Reader (Romantic/Angst)

I struggled on the beginning part but then it got fun to write in the end
TW: suicide (yes again), bad ending
Requested by Jello_Angela on WATTPAD

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"I-I don't know why he would say those terrible, vile words to me!" Evelin sobbed on her phone. "He was such a nice guy before but now, now, I don't know what happened to him! Like, how could a person change overnight because of those investigations about what, alternates?? The fuck are those? HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO ME?!!"

You listened to her cry and vent to you on the call. She seemed pretty shaken up, based on what has happened to her and Adam. You felt pretty bad for her.

It was more heart wrenching that you also felt bad for Adam. You, Evelin, and Adam were in the same school: Bythorne High School, and even in some of the classes together. Evelin and you were friends, but for Adam it was a different story.

In all honesty, you heavily crushed on him.

You loved everything about him: his cute wavy blond hair, his dazzling icy blue eyes, his tall, lean figure. The way he was brave and selfless when it came to facing those alternate investigations, despite the fact that alternates weren't real. The way be snored softly in class when sleeping through boring lessons. The way he looked at Evelin.

You were initially jealous of Evelin, because the two were at first dating. But now, now that they were officially separated, you might get a shot at pairing up with Adam. You felt bad towards Evelin because she might feel betrayed towards you: her best friend, becoming couples with her ex, and because of the breakup, she vented about it the same friend who would be Adam's lover.

But you really loved him so much it hurt. And you couldn't miss this golden opportunity to try and give it a chance.

So you had asked the founder of the BPS, Sarah Heathcliff, if you could join. She let you register for this club, and you were in. One step, two steps, closer to Adam.

But when you did interact with him he was different than the guy you remembered and rather was the person Evelin described. He was very snappy at you whenever you tried to talk to him, and most of the times downright ignored you. The progress towards advancing towards Adam was slow. Two steps forward, one step back.

But then on one hellish night, you found out why Adam had become the way he was today.

While you were in the living room couch reading a book, the TV suddenly flickered on. You turned towards the glowing white static in panic and confusion, because you made sure the cord was pulled off. Then a man's face appeared out in the screen. He looked like he was in the late twenties or early thirties: pale white skin, onyx black eyes, and charcoal hair with a cowlick in the left side of his hair.

You made eye contact and held it with the mysterious TV man. Then the man suddenly smiled wide, uncanny and terrible. Voices could be heard: a raspy, hoarse monotone voice that pierced your ears and into your skull. You tried to cover your ears with your hands, staggering back, but it was too late. You heard the words loud and clear as day, no matter how much you tried to block out the sounds and the letters. The letters full of malicious intent and M.A.D.

"You foolish human.

"Do you not know of Adam's identity?

"My sweet boy, who I cradled in my arms.

"My sweet boy, and I took him away.

"But his skin is not his own.

"He's not the real him."