#tmc x reader

Before

You were originally brought into the fold by a friend of yours to the Bythorne Paranormal Society and it was going well. Despite the occasional eerie moment where you could hear someone calling your name in some of the places where you went with the group but one person caught your eye and it was Adam.

But something was going wrong with Adam after Jonah’s death, he started acting more rude, more different than the person who you fell in love with in the beginning. You had started noticing that the voices that took the form of close friends or loved ones occasionally whispered your name to open the door late at night were slowly disappearing. But you thought it must be a rough patch for him and he’d be somewhat back to normal.

You tried bringing him back to normal but often it would be met with subtle jabs of disdain—completely unlike your Adam. You tried your best to hold on to him, trying to see the person that you had fallen in love with but the whispers at night only seemed to increase. They had now evolved by the new addition of door knocking every hour, begging for you to open the door and complaining how the weather was affecting them.

After

When you found out, he was an alternate. It only seemed to answer the questions that had been swirling around in your mind but the one thing that stood which was when did he become an alternate and who did you fall in love with. The alternate or The real Adam, was there even a real Adam?

The relationship between you and him is strained after this development but it’s obvious that neither of you can bear to end the relationship as it is the only thing that can tether the both of you to reality even if that means slowly developing a subtle case of MAD.

And you are glad that you decided to continue talking with him in that online space. Fortunately, he is not an Alternate or some kind of monster you have heard stories about. Gabriel looks like a literal angel—his skin is fair and flawless, his hair is blonde and long. Though he looks slender from afar, he is much more toned than you expected. His eyes are sharp and dark—for some reason, his gaze is full of mystery as if he possessed some kind of forbidden knowledge. Plus, his gaze does feel a bit malicious—but that's probably your imagination.

“Is it that dangerous?” Gabriel asks as you are unloading stuff into your fridge. You pause and turn your head towards him, confused. Is he unaware of Alternate’s existence?

“W-Well… Yes.” You say. “Have you never experienced any… paranormal encounters?” You ask. As you remember correctly, Gabriel has said he has been here in Mandela County since long ago. He looks older than you—it is very likely he has seen some shit, no?

Gabriel instead smiles before he cackles. His cackle does not sound humanly for a quick second before he eyes you again. “Right…” He says before he leaves the kitchen. You frown, confused by his strange act. He feels… off, tonight.

You shrug and continue to arrange the stuff in your fridge before you hear a loud thud coming from the living room. You rush out from the kitchen, only to find nothing out of the ordinary in your living room.

Your living room is dark, lacking any lights other than the moonlight from the window. You look around, trying to find Gabriel. He wouldn't just leave unannounced, right? He is a polite man.

“Gabe?” Your small voice echoes in the room. “Gabe, where are you?” You ask again as you walk slowly to the door, making sure it is locked—it is a basic step to avoid confrontation with any Alternate after all.

You check the window and for a second, you see Gabriel's reflection in the glass—he is standing at the kitchen’s entrance, with a strange wide grin on his face. You gasp, turning around quickly, only to find no one is standing there.

And the first thing that comes to your mind is just—you are having an encounter.

Breathing hastens, legs fasten, you run to your room and immediately, you slam the door shut and twist the lock. You drag the stool from your dressing table and block the door with it.

“The window…” you mumble, remembering the only window you have in the bedroom. You rush there and push the curtain away to check the lock. However, you notice that the night sky which is supposed to be illuminated with moonlight has turned solid black.

There's no cloud waving away, there's no moon shining through. A complete darkness.

“My, my.”

Your fingers are shaking and your fingertips feel numb as you notice a very tall man in a white robe, dark eyes and sinister grin standing just right behind you from the reflection on the window. He is staring at you, right at your reflection.

Your throat is struggling to make a noise, even a simple call for help. Even when your body has a little courage to take an inch step back, you only stumble against his chest and it dooms on you when you realize how close he is right now to you and how dangerous this situation is.

You don't even know if praying even helps.

And yet, your heart is repeating prayers to God, asking Him to forgive all your sins, give you an ounce of mercy and save you from this misfortune—just save me, save me, God, please save me, help me, help me, help me

“It is almost endearing to hear you beg for me to save you from myself, my child.”

His voice is a deep haunting whisper as he brings his hand—his fingers are strangely slender and long, his nails are sharp—and traces your face with the tip of his nails. You shut your eyes, trembling in fear as you feel slight pain from the tiny scratches on your skin.

“God, h-help me, h-help…” The words come out like a string of cries—and the being behind you just laughs, mocking your fruitless prayer. You refuse to open your eyes, in fear you might stare back into his reflection.

Gabriel’s hand strokes your cheek before you feel his touches slowly leaving you. He traces his finger from your cheek to your neck and down down to your spine before it retracts away.

“I have feared my little lamb too much, it seems. It was fun to play with you for a moment, my dear. I will see you tomorrow. Do not hide. I will find you.”

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