Mandela Catalogue REQUESTS (COMPLETE) (PART 1)

Yandere! Alt. Gabriel X Fem!Reader (PLATONIC)

Requested by Kit on AO3, FINALLY SOMETHING PLATONIC FOR YANDERE TYSM :D

. . . . .

You stared at the TV screen that illuminated your bedroom. 

A....

A man's face.

A man's face over the static.

"My sweet girl."

His voice spoke in a raspy yet mocking tone. He wore a hood over his face, and his face was pale and he had a smile of intimacy. You shivered slightly in fear, but you ignored it and leaned in closer to the screen.

"Do you remember me?" He smiled. "My sweet touch? Do you understand who you are as I, your caretaker, am telling you? You're not the real you. Your skin is not your own." He then grinned maliciously, waiting for some sort of response that would trigger his sadistic pleasure in seeing the victims be as vulnerable as possible.

You only stared blankly. 

And told him your father died when you were young. 

And that you never had a male caretaker in your life. 

Ever.

The man's face turned into frustration. "You are not human, you are not who you think you are." He tried again, smiling again confidently that this would work. "You are part of our league, our race: what humans call us Alternates. You are not human. You are not you. Do you understand now?"

You stared at him again, coldly this time. 

You deadpanned him that you didn't care and you never will. Then you leaned forward to the screen and tried turning it off.

It didn't work, but the man in the hood, seemingly enraged, yelled harshly at you. "Why do you not understand?! You. Are not. The real you. Do you. Understand?!" 

You snapped at the man to shut up in annoyance. You trued turning it off again, then pulled the plug. It didn't work.

But the man, seemingly given up and full of pent up anger, left the screen, and you got no need to destroy it. You blinked confused, then you just got up from your sitting position and went back to bed, and slept for the rest of the night, unaffected.

. . . . .

"So you deliver the news of failure."

Six felt nervous under the piercing gaze of his Lord and Savior, Lucifer. His red eyes shone under him, and the alternates surrounding them watched in glee and terror and curiosity, in complete silence. It wasn't an everyday even that Six fails to do something the Lord Lucifer would personally command to. A circle of space was there for Lucifer and Six, surrounded by the alternates. Lucifer didn't even give them a look and instead went straight to the point.

Six nodded nervously to his question, standing tall and stiff. Whatever happens he must stay loyal and fearless as possible. Even if he had to face Lucifer's notorious tortures. He was known for being a very ruthless leader after all. 

Lucifer sighed. "I have expected success from you, Six." He scolded. "Your actions will not go unpunished."

The hooded entity trembled under his pinning gaze. "I understand the consequences."

The false angel pinched his nose bridge with his index finger and thumb, thinking. "Then I shall send others to make her aware to her identity. You have failed me greatly, Six."

"I apologize, my True Savior." 

Lucifer waved his hand to send Six away. "Your punishment will be doing the dishes for a week. Now leave."