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frixey · 2 years

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#the mandela catalogue #tmc #mandela catalogue #adam murray #alternate adam murray #the preacher #mandela catalogue vol 2

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sparescribbles · 11 months

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sorry about the terrible reveal of your true nature. nice legs though.

#the mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue spoilers #tmc adam #adam murray #alternate adam murray #body horror #i like drawing long characters so this was me just scratching that itch after being confined to human hell for a while #my art

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froggyworlds · 1 year

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hihihi alternate Adam makes me physically sick in the best way possible so naturally I’m going to screech over @shmorp-mcdurgen’s amazing Mandela Prophet design all day long or whatever

tw for body horror, blood, and spiders!! or like. mention of spiders in comparison to the body horror basically. …good god

Sarah Heathcliff pushed her chair out from her desk, muttering a string of curses under her breath.

“What the fuck was that? Is he insane?! I swear to God, Murray, if this is some kind of elaborate prank-” The girl dragged a hand down her face, letting out a long, shaky sigh. Even as she said it, Sasha had a sinking feeling that that “memorial video” wasn’t a prank. If she was being completely honest, she understood almost exactly what it was, and no matter how much she tried to deny it, she knew she was going to have to go and check it out.

Curiosity killed the cat and now it’s going to kill me, too, she mused bitterly. If that absolute idiot got himself caught by an alternate-

Sarah didn’t let that train of thought continue. She was more than happy to kick an alternate’s ass tonight, all she needed was an excuse.

The BPS headquarters were eerily quiet when Sarah arrived, the darkness almost stifling, like something was pressing against her throat, making it hard to breathe.

Undeterred, the girl flicked on a light and immediately blinked the dots out of her vision, squinting down the hallway.

“Adam? You better be here, asshole.”

She was met with complete silence, the kind of choked, muffled silence that weighs heavy on the chest.

Balling her hands into fists to keep them from shaking, the girl cautiously made her way down the hall towards Adam��s room. The entrance to which unfortunately sat at just the right angle to block most of the light from the hallway, even with the door open.

“Adam,” she tried again. “Seriously, if you’re here, don’t be stupid and jump out at me. …I thought the cheap jumpscares were Jonah’s thing.”

Once again, nothing but the ringing in her ears.

Hold on. Was that the sound of floorboards creaking? The soft shifting of fabric? Was her brain making up sounds now, desperate for something straining against the quiet?

“I know you’re in there,” she hissed, only half-believing her words. “The joke’s over, you’re not scaring me.”

She stepped into his bedroom, reaching for the light switch.

“I think that’s where you’re wrong,” Adam’s voice hummed, mildly amused but with a rawness behind it, like he’d been screaming or crying earlier. Sarah jumped before reaching the switch, and the voice in the dark gave a dry chuckle. “You’re scared shitless.”

The girl squinted into Adam’s room, but could only barely make out a figure sitting on the edge of his bed.

“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath, backing out of the room.

“You think I’m a doppelgänger, right, Sarah?” the voice offered. “That the Adam you know died not too long ago and I’m a cheap copy.”

She grit her teeth, suddenly wishing she’d brought her bat with her. It was lying in the main room, propped up against the couch. She wasn’t sure how fast this thing was, or if it could catch her if she ran now.

“I’m not, though!” It let out a strangled laugh, like there was something being forced down its throat, and it nearly gagged mid-chuckle. A blackened hand reached around the doorframe, and Sarah backed away even further, eyes wide.

The rest of the alternate revealed itself, crawling out into the hallway. It had eight spiderlike arms with elongated fingers and pitch black hands sprouting out of the back of its limp body, what would’ve been its main set of limbs (if it were a human and not an alternate) dangling almost entirely motionlessly at its sides.

It certainly looked like Adam if it weren’t for the extra arms, and Sarah noted in quiet horror that there seemed to be an entire set of hands dedicated to holding Adam’s head in place, covering his eyes and mouth. One of the appendages lowered, and when Adam’s mouth opened, small, black… legs, or something flicked out, as if tasting the air instead seeing.

“It’s worse than that!” Its head jerked to the side, slightly, and the hands tightened their grip for a moment. “I’ve always been an alternate. Can you believe it?”

Sarah’s mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. The thing that looked vaguely like Adam continued.

“This whole time, everything I knew was a fucking lie, Sarah. I’m one of the monsters we’ve been trying so hard to fight.”

“You’re lying,” Sarah finally managed to spit out.

“I wish I was.” The extra pair of arms (not the set holding Adam’s head or the massive pair that seemed to act as the creature’s legs) shrugged helplessly. One of its limp limbs twitched, but it paid the motion no mind. “Sarah, you have no idea how much I wish I was.”

The whole thing shuddered for a moment, and the hands covering Adam’s eyes pulled away slightly, revealing panicked blue irises. The strange black leg-mandible-things in his mouth momentarily retracted and his expression immediately twisted into one akin to absolute horror.

With a voice that sounded like he desperately needed to cough and clear his throat, the boy screamed.

“RUN!”

Sarah, acting on pure instinct and adrenaline, did as she was told, whirling around and making a dive for her bat. The alternate quickly righted itself, tightening its grip on Adam’s body once again. It didn’t say anything else, instead suddenly bursting into motion in pursuit.

Fucking shit, it was fast.

Sarah swung her bat in a wide arc, felt it connect with something, and spun on her heel to sprint away again. She slammed the door behind her, hoping that would give her at least another second longer, and scrambled into the BPS van, jamming her key in the ignition.

“Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit-”

The vehicle started up, and she punched the gas just before one of those black hands could smash through the window and drag her back out.

She swerved around a corner, barely missing the curb, in hopes of throwing it even further off. She was definitely speeding. It couldn’t run 70 miles an hour or however illegally fast she was going in a partially residential area, right?

For a good while she just sped along, pushing the engine to the max until she was sure the alternate was far, far behind her.

Hopefully.

Finally, the reality of the situation fully sunk in.

Adam’s an alternate. Adam Murray, acquaintance of two and a half years, is a fucking alternate.

The worst part was that it made sense. His detachment from other people, his weird apathy and fearlessness, the way his emotions always seemed to do a 180 out of nowhere… she almost felt stupid for not seeing it sooner, but who would expect their friend (friend? How well did she even know Adam, really? It wasn’t like she ever told him anything about her, either) to be a horrifying nightmare monster?

Unless it was lying. That was likely, too. It could’ve killed Adam, taken his appearance, done all the usual alternate-y things.

The painful tug on her heart told her that wasn’t the case.

“Who the hell am I gonna call for help?” she muttered to herself. Not the police. Did she have any other allies?

There was one person. Neither of them we’re going to like it, though.

Sarah started on route for the MandelaTech shop, hoping Evelin was still working there.

#actually where the FUCK were either Sarah or Adam during vol.4 #like. they couldn’t have both been at the BPS headquarters because then they would’ve just talked to each other #but where else would they be lmao??#does one of them just. have an apartment somewhere?? why????#yet another thing we will never truly know #just pretend Sarah was at home idk #the mandela catalogue fic #the mandela catalogue #the mandela catalogue au #sarah heathcliff #adam murray #alternate adam murray #mandela prophet #mythic's drabbles

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peachebo · 10 months

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wake up Adam

don't make me wake the others

#the mandela catalogue #adam murray #alternate gabriel

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fizzzyz · 8 months

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Emo boy shenanigans

#mandela catalogue #tmc presto spoilers #mandela catalogue fanart #tmc #tmc fanart #the mandela catalogue #horror art #fanart #art #horror #tmc adam #adam murray #alternate adam #tmc alternate adam #tmc presto #mandela catalogue adam #mandela catalogue alternate adam #mandela catalyst #body horror art

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1-800-pinkdoll · 2 years

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just a normal day at the movie theaters…

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saladtweezers · 3 months

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STATIC AU shitpost

Joke but jonah's face may still be a bit weird for some .

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#the mandela catalogue #alternate universe #art #tmc #doodles #jonah marshall #adam murray #static au

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hazel-nethzzz · 2 months

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Saw the tweet and i HAD to make this

The original photo erm

#despairduo #im insane abt them #not shipping ofc #if you do i hope the alternates get you #i saw that on i think pinterest and i got the idea IMMEDIATELY #the mandela catalogue #adam murray #tmc #mandela catalogue #tmc adam #thatcher davis #thatcher tmc #tmc thatcher #erm #>_<

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slashing-bunni-farm · 5 months

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I’ve been pretty dead, wowzers.

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valentimmy · 1 year

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a sillier version of my doodle from last night + some stuff that wouldn’t stop rotating

#I just realized I got the intruder quote wrong I’m yelling #the mandela catalogue vol 4 spoilers #tmc vol 4 spoilers #tmc #the mandela catalogue #alternate gabriel #sus gabriel #dave lee #The Intruder #six #stanley tmc #??? r they the same #adam murray #timmy draws stuff #doodles

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inkcoffinz · 1 year

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Third time that month

#the mandela catalogue #tmc #alternate gabriel #Adam Murray

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frixey · 2 years

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alternate adam real

#the mandela catalogue #tmc #mandela catalogue #adam murray #alternate adam murray #if you're reading this go read the sleeper agent series on ao3 by digitaltrees (;

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sparescribbles · 11 months

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spotted

#mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue spoilers #adam murray #alternate adam murray #body horror #ok i promise last one #my art

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froggyworlds · 1 year

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ugh fuck listen. I’m on mobile and the formatting on here is whack idk how to put things under the cut on mobile I’m sorry. inspired by the HTB AU, tw for suicide and body horror and all the usual fun mandela catalyst things

update: got the cut in there.

it was all good until things went wrong.

okay. okay, that was a lie. it stings a little in the back of his throat, even now, even when lies are all he is. it is? he isn’t really sure, and bites his tongue a little too hard and is met with something thick and tasteless that definitely isn’t blood.

Adam spits it out with a gag, ignoring how it’s darker than red.

^ my skin is not my own. ^

no fucking shit.

he sucks a breath into lungs that don’t need air, and wonders briefly if he ever really needed to breathe at all, or if this whole time it’d just been one big lie.

as noted before: he’s made up of lies.

^ lies and shadow and static. ^

he feels his eyelids start to droop, not in a really tired way, but in a my-humanity-is-slowly-seeping-out-through-the-cracks-in-my-body-into-the-floorboards-and-my-eyelids-feel-like-they’re-lined-with-needles way.

no. no, he cannot close his eyes. they’re too far open and if he sinks he doubts he’ll be able to claw his way to the surface again. it’s so dark back there.

^ I am a cog in the machine. ^

he can’t feel anything. it’s not an entirely foreign sensation, but in this context it makes awful sense that he wishes it didn’t.

it’s bizarre, for certain: being… vaguely aware, somewhat, of your surroundings, but every detail becomes blurred, every emotion only half-processed. his screams don’t even reach his own ears, but his throat still burns with anguished, staticky wails and the taste of chlorine and saltwater and soap.

^ please, just fucking kill me. ^

Adam’s skin feels awfully like rubber, and moving makes the partially-melted substance shift over his bones horrifically uncomfortably, so he can’t even bring it in himself to try and get up. not that he really wants to. he’d be content to sit here until he rots, until the thing in his mind with him dies.

he has a terrible feeling, though, that if one half of him has to go, his humanity will drain first. it already is, in a steady drip-drip-drip like a leaky tap or an IV filled with black ichor instead of plasma, into a murky puddle that stains his palms and soles of his feet.

^ there’s not enough room for the both of us. ^

except there’s only ever been one of it. it was wearing a very well-crafted mask, and it has worn that mask for a very, very long time, but there was never an internal war to be had for long. it remembers now. it knows what it is, and it knows that Adam Murray died 17 years ago.

he shoves that away. no, no, he's alive. he has to be. there must've been something there that was real: the way his fingers felt intertwined with someone else's, the way cheap arcade pizza always tasted better when he was eating it on a date with Evelin. the way a laugh tasted in his eyes when Jonah told a stupid joke, the way his teeth ached whenever he stared at the mirror for too long even though he couldn't remember what he was looking for, the feeling of metal against skin even though it never cut through, stop, stop it, stop fucking messing with my head.

^ PLEASE, JUST GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD. ^

he hates the way his skin feels like plastic shrink wrap over his tendons, shifting around inside him like an action figure over an open flame. without really thinking, he puts a hand over his mouth and forces out a sob into it; why would he have to force out a sob? crying is one of the most natural things to do in this situation.

oh. that answers itself. crying is the most human reaction.

^ I’m not the real me. ^

he hasn’t stopped to breathe in a little while now. he doesn’t cry anymore, but he thinks there is something streaking down his cheeks, blurring his vision even more.

coils and claws grab the back of his mind and yank downwards, and instead of gasping for air he grasps for purchase on the slippery glass-smoothness of reality, trying to hold himself away from the cracks that it knows it would be oh-so-easy to slither into. it cannot close its eyes now.

^ my eyes are wide open. ^

Adam (or whatever it is that’s been Adam since it killed him) screams again, jaw swinging open like a door on broken hinges. it can’t keep clinging on like this. sooner or later it- he will falter.

^ no one is coming to help me. ^

Sarah and Evelin wouldn’t. what reason would hey have to? neither of them owe Adam anything. they probably wouldn’t even recognize him as the Adam they know if they were to see it now, curled up and screaming and frantically trying to hold onto his humanity as his insides roil.

who would even come into this house on accident? generally peoples’ first instinct when they hear a static-filled scream is to run in the opposite direction.

so he's fucked. that's it. he's going to lose himself here, and that's that. he can almost hear his friends' the others' voices clamoring inside his head, shouting nonsense ranging from weather reports to "are you still there?" to "Adam, please, I know you're in there-" to "we always knew you were weak." it doesn't make sense, it's just pointless cacophony, and Adam thinks that might be the point.

^ PLEASE, JUST FUCKING KILL ME. ^

Adam curls into himself a little more and keeps screaming.