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Mandela Toons

Summary:

A 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 are aged up. Some cartoon characters with ridiculous names (Fluttershy, Hedgehog, Spongebob, etc) will have normal names.]

[Mandela Catalogue belongs to Alex Kister. All characters in this book belongs to their rightful owner. I only own the AU which is Mandela Toons AU]

Notes:

[Quick note before you read this story, I'll only be writing cartoon characters that I know and I'll put each new cartoon-y fandom in the fandom tags. So don't expect me to write your favorite cartoon show in this storyline unless I know that show of yours]

[Also I don't take requests in this fanfic. This is not one of those one-shot fanfic where you can request me anything or anyone you want in this story. So please don't try to request anything in this story, thanks!]

Chapter 1: VICTIM 1: FINN MERTENS

Chapter Text

[You are Finn Mertens in this Chapter]

Tuesday, 5 August 1986, 10:42 PM

You are home alone without any supervisors, except for your dog, Jake. Your parents have went on a business trip in Canada, leaving you and Jake at home.

You sigh as you grabbed your notebook and pencil from your bedroom, went to the living room and started to write something when all of the sudden the television started to flickers.

A part of you got bit scared when the television was flickering but your other part is telling you to listen what the television is saying.

You chose to listen to your other part as the television says something about... 'Alternates'.

"WE ARE CURRENTLY RECIEVING COUNTLESS REPORTS OF AN UNIDENTIFIED HOSTILE ORGANISM THAT WILL BE REFER TO AS ALTERNATES. UNTIL WE HAVE A COMPLETE UNDERSTANDING OF THE THREAT, IT'S IMPORTANT TO STAY HOME, LOCK ALL DOORS AND WINDOWS AND HAVE ACCESS TO A LOADED RANGED FIREARM OR ANY RANGED WEAPONS AT ALL TIMES. YOU WILL KNOW, IF AN ALTERNATE EXISTS SOLELY BASED ON THEIR PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS. IF YOU SEE ANOTHER PERSON THAT LOOKS IDENTICAL TO YOU, RUN AWAY AND HIDE. IF YOU SEE A PERSON THAT HAS A BIOLOGICALLY IMPOSSIBLE CHARACTERISTIC, RUN AWAY AND HIDE. IF ONE MANAGES TO BREAK INTO YOUR HOME, REFRAIN FROM ANY KIND OF COMMUNICATION OR CONTACT WITH THE THREAT. THESE INTELLIGENT LIFE FORMS UTILIZE ELEMENTS OF PSYCHOLOGICAL WARFARE TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THEIR VICTIMS. WHILE WE HIGHYLY DISCOURAGE ANY FORM OF CONTACT OR COMMUNICATION WITH AN ALTERNATES, WE MAKE EXCEPTIONS FOR ATTEMPTS AT EXECUTING THEM YOURSELF."

Despite your age, you are intrigued by these 'Alternates'. You grabbed your notebook and write some things to do when encountering an 'Alternate'.

'T - TELL an authority figure about your encounter.'
'H - HINDER the alternate's movements'
'I - IDENTIFY the class type'
'N - NEUTRALIZE the alternate (if safe to do)

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'K - KNOW YOUR PLACE in reality'

As you finished writing all the things to do when encountering an 'Alternate', the television and all of the other electronics in the house was automatically shut down.

You thought nothing at first since it might be a black out but then you heard your dog barking.

"Jake?"

You called out his name.

"Jake, what's going on bud?"

You went to try and find a flashlight. Luckily you manage to find one in your parents bedroom. You then went to find your dog.

"Don't worry Jake, I'm coming for ya!"

You searched around inside the house to find Jake. No luck.

You thought to yourself that he might be outside. You wanted to go outside but the only problem is that your parents forbid you from going outside. Especially at night.

You went outside anyways.

"Jake?"

You yelled out his name.

"Where are you, bud?"

You kept on searching and searching outside the house. No luck.

"Come on, Jake."

You kept on searching for him. Until you found his... Dead body.

"J-Jake?.."

Pertrified and perplexed by the body of your dog.

Who was barking? You don't lived in a neighborhood that has dogs. You don't see any stray dogs around your house. The only animal you have seen is your dog, Jake. But now he's dead.

You ran back into your house as you cried and mourned for your now deceased dog.

Not knowing that an 'Alternate' has came to your house.

You went inside your house to cried. Who could of done this?

You heard a crack of a glass.

"Who's there?!"

You yelled. You saw nothing but pitch black darkness.

You were fearless to see on who is in your house.

"I'm... I'm not afraid on whoever you are! Show yourself now!"

To be fair, it was half-true. You aren't scared for what's is there but at the same time you are.

"W-Were you the one who killed my dog?!"

Your voice raised in anger. As you saw those eyes. Staring at you.

"Who... Who are you?"

You trembled in fear as the eyes stares at you.

"YOU FAILED TO SAVE HIM."

They said repeatedly. Driving you M.A.D.

"S-Stop!"

They didn't stop.

You were paranoid. You were going insane. You are having the urge to kill yourself.

You tried to run away and cover your ears to avoid them.

Didn't work.

You went to the kitchen. Trying to find something that is. Sharp.

Like a knife.

You tried resisting yourself to commit suicide.

But you failed resist it. You stabbed yourself in the chest.

You are dying. Slowly.

You saw those eyes again.

This time, it has transformed into.

You.

It watches you while you take your last breath.