Mandela Catalogue REQUESTS (CLOSED/UNFINISHED) (PART TWO)

Evelin X Reader (PLATONIC) (Fluff/Comfort)

Requested by Glitch_G0RE on WATTPAD, finally an Evelin request! (also finally a non-romance request lol)

Also this is based on the Mandela Catalogue - Presto video thing so yes there are slight spoilers

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"Adam?"

"Evelin."

"Come here."

"What are you doing?"

"There's something I want to show you."

The sound of voices and the hissing of the radio.

"Adam?"

She turned on the light. 

Sees the face of an alternate.

She turns it back off in fear. 

"Who is that?!"

The voices and the walkie talkie only gets louder.

"ADAM WHO IS THAT?!" 

She is afraid.

The sounds fade away and she turns on the light. There is no face in the shadows outside her door anymore. She, paranoid, turns the light on and off again, but the elongated and pale face outside is gone now.

Along with Adam's voice and the sounds of conversation.

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"... And, I heard like a police radio siren or... SOMETHING, and so I turn on the light switch and it was just STARING into my SOUL, and I was SO confused because I didn't know if he was just tricking me again, I... should have listened to Amanda, she tried warning me."

[Name] listened to their friend, Evelin. They have been best friends ever since elementary school, and even if they were now adults and older, they always relied on each other. Both of them had sleepovers and playdates very often, and sometimes Adam and Jonah would tag along. When everyone was younger and the world was less dangerous with the purge of the alternates, everyone was happy. Everyone had their golden times together and formed bonds that weren't meant to be broken.

However, it seems that nothing goes forever, for Adam seemed to be... something else. Jonah was dead. Evelin seemed paranoid and afraid, and seemingly felt that she was alone in the dark. Everyone she knew once during her younger days were gone, all buried in sands of time. 

But no matter how much Evelin was struggling, [Name] was always there for her, such as today. She must have had a hard time since she seemed pretty shaken up, especially after the encounter at her room at night yesterday. She tried to call Sarah, but she told them that she suddenly got cut out, and had to call her back later. But it seemed like the M.A.D. was getting to her already, since she was rambling everything that Adam had said and did with other friends. 

[Name] tried to reassure her the best they could, and then decided to invite her over to their house so they could both protect each other and comfort each other for this night. It wouldn't hurt to spend time with a friend despite all these alternates wreaking havoc, even if it meant that Evelin could possibly be also an alternate. 

Alternate or not, they were friends. And friends always stick for each other.

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She came in to [Name]'s house right after she have heard the invite over the call.

Ding dong!

[Name] invited the girl with a smile, and they both hugged in relief that they were both safe from alternate invasions for now. The hug was warm and comforting, the sign that they were alive and human. Evelin kind of needed the hug, especially after realizing that her boyfriend was an alternate. Now, other than Sarah, [Name] was the only person she had left. And she was ready to cherish that fact.

"Guess what I have, [Name]?" Evelin spoke with a playful tone and with a bright smile, her brown eyes twinkling. 

[Name] was quite curious themselves so they questioned the items in the brunette's hands. 

Evelin lifted the supplies up with a happy squeal, as if some of her childhood self was never lost in the winds of cruelty. "I brought art supplies~! And your favorite food!" 

[Name] happily laughed with her, as they let her in without hesitation. This was her friend, no doubt—she was no alternate, she couldn't be. And they knew it by heart. 

They spent the next few hours drawing and doodling. Evelin was quite the artist herself, and used to sell artworks and do commissions of painting for other people before the recent alternate invasions that was uprising yet again. [Name] used to support her by buying some of the artworks: they sometimes wished they were as good as Evelin. At least during this time, Evelin pointed out common mistakes artists made, and helped with their art. It was relaxing, and it was quite therapeutic, especially for those who suffered from M.A.D. Psychologists should do this more often, rather than asking questions and revealing personal information that wished to not be spoken of. It would be quite nice.

Speaking of therapy,. [Name] wasn't the best person to comfort someone, however before they went to sleep together like two children having a sleepover, Evelin burst into tears and [Name] sprung into action. Despite that Evelin had changed from a bright and optimistic person to a depressed and more pessimistic woman, [Name] knew that she was kind at heart, and didn't deserve to go through the pain. So they comforted their friend the best they could to their limits, as what a best friend would do. 

[Name] didn't care if Evelin had the chance of being an alternate that was just manipulating with their feelings. They knew that life was unpredictable and at any chance, they could lose one of their best friends to an alternate, or other deadly things this world offered. And [Name] didn't waste time as they hugged and whispered comforting words and sweet nothings to Evelin. Even if [Name] had nothing to say they would just hug her and stay with her.

It was interesting how a mere presence can be so powerful to someone else.

So when they lied down and snuggled up together, like how young children do during sleepovers, Evelin turned to [Name] with a smile and a soft whisper. The night was peaceful and under the quilts the two friends felt warm and safe: no alternates that would intrude [Name]'s house, no messengers or preachers. Just the two best friends to together.  

"Hey [Name]?"

Her voice was small and soft, settling into the atmosphere comfortably.

"Thank you."

[Name] gazed back into her eyes with a soft smile as they thanked her back, for being with them despite all odds. And so the two best friends fell into a deep and serene slumber, something that they both had not had for a long time after the alternates. 

After all, friends always stick for each other.

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that took like 1364687665403667049878 years and came out so much shorter and weirder than expected, im so sorry T-T