[You are Asher Corenton (Apple) in this chapter]
January 28th 1990, Sunday, 9:51 PM
You are humming to a song. A made-up song that you and Owen have made while you are making a snack for yourself.
As you just finished on making your snack, a phone call rang.
You answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Ash."
It was your best friend, Owen Calson.
"Uh... Can you do me a favor?"
"Sure, what's the hold up?"
"Well... You see. Uh... How do I say this um... Can you come to... Uh my house?"
"But Owen, didn't the government told us to stay in our homes since y'know... Alternates?"
"I... Know. It just that... I'm scared of being alone in this house... What if there is an Alternate in my house? Or even worse... More of them..."
"But-"
"Please?"
"... Alright, fine. It'll take me about an hour or half to get there since my car is broken so stay safe for a bit."
"Okay. I got it. Thanks, Ash. I knew I can always count on you."
"Anytimes, Owen!"
You hang up the phone, grabbed your hoodie and key, went outside, locked the door and walked to Owen's House.
Half-way through your walk, you gotten pretty tired and slightly thirsty. Luckily there was a nearby gas station.
You bought some snacks and waters for you and Owen to eat, despite him probably having food supplies.
Another hour in a half later, you finally arrived at Owen's house.
You knocked on the door.
No answers.
You knocked on it again.
No answers.
You decided to just let yourself inside the house.
"Owen?"
You called out your friend's name
Just to see him...
Dead.
You were frightened to see him like that.
Were you too late to save him?
You look up to see an Alternate. Turning into your deceased friend.
It notices you, so you quickly tried to run away by opening the door.
The door was unfortunately locked.
You kept trying and trying to opened it.
Still doesn't worked.
As you kept trying to opened the door, the Alternate came closer.
And closer.
Until eventually it was behind you.
You stopped trying to unlocked the door. As you feared the Alternate being behind you.
It bends down to you, trying to get you M.A.D saying.
"🆈🅾🆄 🅵🅰🅸🅻🅴🅳 🆃🅾 🆂🅰🆅🅴 🅷🅸🅼"
Before it could try to manipulate you by commiting suicide, you quickly ran into your friend's bedroom.
You manage to locked the door before anything can happen to you.
You slowly sit down and cried. You wrapped your knees with your arms as you cried and saying.
"I-I'm so sorry, Owen."
"I wasn't able to be there in time."
"I... Failed."
"To save you."
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Days went on. Or weeks. You didn't really counted the time as it went on.
The Alternate kept trying to get in the room. Banging on the door and tried to kept you thinking that Owen is still alive.
"Hey 🅰🆂🅷🅴🆁. It's me, 🅾🆆🅴🅽! 🆈🅾🆄'🆁🅴 🅱🅴🆂🆃 🅵🆁🅸🅴🅽🅳!"
Of course you kept on ignoring it, as it is not your real friend.
You did thought of trying to called the polices. But then again, they won't even help you in this situation. So you just kept staying in the room.
You're so tired that you want this to be all over.
Until you found a knife.
You don't know why there's a knife in your friend's room but you felt slightly confident. Or M.A.D by how many days you been in here.
It is time to attack. Even if you died.
You slowly unlocked the door while holding the knife up.
The Alternate laughs and you say your final words.
"YOU FUCKING DIM-WIT."
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🆄🅷 🅾🅷! 🅱🅰🅳 🅳🅴🅲🅸🆂🅸🅾🅽, 🅰🆂🅷🅴🆁!
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🆄🅷 🅾🅷! 🅱🅰🅳 🅳🅴🅲🅸🆂🅸🅾🅽, 🅰🆂🅷🅴🆁!
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🆄🅷 🅾🅷! 🅱🅰🅳 🅳🅴🅲🅸🆂🅸🅾🅽, 🅰🆂🅷🅴🆁!
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Mandela Toons
FanfictionA story that describes each cartoons characters in their own perspective of alternates. Some has survived, some has not or even so some has become one of them. Stay toons. [Non humanized cartoon characters has became humans. Some cartoon characters...
