《The Alternate Plans (The Mandela Catalogue Fanfic)》


 Prologue

    "I Have Deceived Them All."


    "Now, my soldier, rise, take the life of the one who looks like you, or, as some would say, you appear to be. Become the original, not the Alternate."


    "It''s your time to shine, my child."


    "Do not fear, I know you will succeed to do what you must do as of the time you fully awaken."


    -+=+-


    The alternate commonly referred to as Angelo Grym, finally awakens, and he knows what his duties are, he just isn''t sure how he knows, he just does. His objective is simple; Kill the man also called Angelo Grym... There can only be one, and he plans to be that one. The only thing that stands in his way now is his appearance... he was almost completely human looking, his arms, legs, and left eye give him away. These details are easy to fix, for after all, clothing exists for a reason, and he can just style his hair to cover his eye.


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    -+=+-


    After he covers up all his imperfections, he heads out to find his duplicate, to end him once and for all. He starts to wonder what the voice he heard was, but he soon figured it was his maker. He means, who else would it be? A dog? Probably not, since dogs can''t talk. Well, talk like people do, anyways. He was dressed a lot like the other Ange, blue jeans, a white tank top, black combat boots, black work gloves, and a black leather jacket. All in all, he had made himself more presentable, more believable even. All was set, now, he can go out and do what he was meant to do, what he wasmade to do. He made sure his upper-back length hair covered his left black eye, and his more pasty pale skin was visible, rather than his blackened arms and legs. He finally went out, and when he got that first whiff of fresh air, he could recognize the scent of his target, so naturally, he followed it, leading him to a small apartment in a small part of town. For weeks, he watches his target, waiting for him to get to his weakest state, in order to end him in the most easy and efficient way possible to hopefully keep the mess he''ll have to clean up later at a minimum. This was a hard thing to come across for sure. This man acted so mentally sound, until one way, he didn''t, one day, he completely broke, and that was his queue to make his move, and fast. He got in as soon as he could and gutted the poor soul... well, he wasn''t poor, he was an imposter, a fake, and he was meant to die a painful death, a death he''ll live through over and over again until he finally stayed dead in the afterlife. He ate this man''s organs, enjoying every bite, having finally gotten a good meal in, a meal he''ll never forget in his lifetime, however long that is.

 Chapter 1 - The Aftermath

    Night soon falls, and "Angelo" gets rid of the body of the man he just killed. He had options, of course; He could leave it in the sewer, a dumpster, or the forest on the edge of town. Truth be told, the first two options will get him caught, so he was left to dispose of it in the forest, where no one will find it, or at least, find it before animals start to eat it. Getting caught wasn''t an option... he had to stay under the radar of the local authorities as long as possible. He skillfully takes the body out to the forest, making sure no one sees him do so. Now it was a matter of where to put it in the forest, which was a rather hard decision to make with such little light to go off of. The best place to put it is near the densest part of the forest, which no one would willing to venture into, unless, of course, they were insane. Then again, no one in the city was truly dumb enough to leave their homes at this time, except to go to work, obviously. He inhaled the cool night air after he had successfully gotten rid of his burden, feeling truly alive. He was the only one now, as it should be, making him the real one, not the cheap copy. The feeling was amazing, and he sneaks back to the corpse, and takes a few bites of the intestines, curious to see how it would taste, and by god, was the taste heavenly to him. He would have more if it wouldn''t look suspicious to anyone who may find it. He started to sneak back to the apartment, wanting to get everything cleaned as soon as he possibly can get to it. It would be safer once the place is cleaned up, naturally.


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    -+=+-


    As the day went on the next morning, he was sure he would succeed at being the original, mainly because he was sure that was what he was; the man he killed was just an imposter, not the other way around. He got up and did the routine he learned to do from observation. It felt odd, the warm water he used to shower... he knew it was a normal thing, but somehow, it felt off, for reasons he didn''t know, that was for sure. He continued on with the day, regardless of the odd feeling twisting in his gut he couldn''t put his finger on. Maybe it was the fact you shouldn''t eat raw intestines for dinner. Or maybe because it''s a new environment he has to adapt to fit in more seamlessly. He was starting to care less about this off-feeling, but he still was curious about the few who rushed into the bar to escape what everyone was calling the ''real world'', which made no sense to him. Wasn''t all of this real? Wasn''t this still the world they knew? Or are they trying to mess with his head? Either way, he simply did his job, serving drinks, listening to drunk tales, the whole nine yards.

 Chapter 2 - New Life

    As the weeks and days go on, Altnerate Ange continued to live his new life, only fighting when it was started by others, which, of course, never really happened often. When it did though, it was always counted as self-defense, which always kept things from getting really messy in the bar. As he worked, he checked ''his'' phone. To be fair, he wasn''t used to these cell phones, but he was getting the hang of it. No one had reported the body just yet, thank God, but he still should be cautious, just in case. Life outside of work was dull, not much really happened, except for the occasional message on social media. he knew that this site called ''Tumblr'' was really popular among these people, and he can see why. It was all chaos, and there were barely any worries there, just good times. But what really confused him was that people on Twitter were going on and on about politics and the like, when it was literally stated that this time, we''re in a state of emergency, so why the flying fuck were they going on about whatever politics are left in this damned world? It is pointless. In the end, they''re all gonna die soon enough anyways. He couldn''t wait for the people to realize that they will have to just suck it up and live with the fact other beings believe in different things. He does means, well, not everyone is easy to agree with, if at all, so why try and change them? It just didn''t make much sense to him.


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    -=+=-


    Another week has gone by, and no one has caught on to him yet, which is odd, since SOMEONE should have been dumb enough to wander deep in the forest and report the body... then again, they could''ve been killed too, so there''s that. He liked that idea, mainly because it kept him safe, undetected by the local law, who would try to kill him, or worse. He shuddered at the potential worse since he would be rather clueless as to what that could be, and he hopes he never had to know. Now he starts to think about what he has been told in the past... All these things he had to do made no sense sometimes, like what the hell they meant he had to ''entertain'' the people in the bar? Don''t they mean he has to keep them under control and out of jail or some shit? It just didn''t click with him. Maybe it was because he was technically new to the whole bartender shit... or he''s just dumb. Ah well, life goes on, as they always tell him. They always had something to say, didn''t they? There had to be something said, something to speak of, even though silence is as strong as noise, or, as he believed anyways. As the days went by, he becomes more and more restless, Why was that? he wondered. Why am I feeling like this? I should be fine, right? Questions kept crawling in, and he wasn''t a fan of them all.


    -=+End of Month 1+=-

 Chapter 3 - Part-timer

    Journal Entry 1.


    So, this will be where I write out random shit that happens to me I guess. Never thought I would be doing this kind of bullshit in my whole life. So, um, I''m Angelo Lucifer Grym, god, what the fuck do I''m so bad at these motherfucking introductions... Either way, today was boring as hell, and I''m thinking of getting another job since being a bartender only gets you so much in life. So, yeah, my life is boring as hell. I really hope no one finds his bitchass journal.


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    Ange was in a coffee shop, hoping to get hired. During the interview, he shared his experience with making different kinds of cocktails and such, sharing his work experience at the local bar, the ''Old Traveler''s Hub'', and thanks to his experience at the bar, he got a fast "We''ll think about it." which was promising... or at least, he hoped. But that was another thing, right now, he needs to try the coffee that imposter always drank. He had to admit, it wasn''t that shitty, could use more sugar, so he added another packet and went back to the apartment, where no one would really bother him. He scrolled through this place called ''Wattpad'', and decided to read one of those lemons people seem to like so much. After the first chapter, he realized the terrible mistake he made reading this lemon, and he intended to never read lemons again. He found himself googling ''what to read after a terrible Wattpad lemon.'', which told him to read fluffs or more lemons. He hated the latter, so he went fluff hunting. And after a lot of those, he simply gave up and went to Reddit, hoping to find some interesting shit for once. After hours on the internet, he finally slept that night.


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    -=+=-


    The next day, he checked his email... which was full of spam, without news if he got the new job whatsoever, which really sucked ass. Well, there''s always tomorrow, right? Why would he expect to get a response the next day? It wouldn''t be that fast, since others would fight for the same position as he went for. Of course, it wasn''t the only open position, but it''s probably the easiest, regardless of what others may say. Hell, he was probably lucky that they are so lenient to let him work more than one job at all. Ah well, at least he tried. Right now, he assumes he''s in a grey area, as people call it. Right in the middle, not really in the right nor the wrong, just there. Hey, we aren''t going down that rabbit hole of a thought train, not today. He reminded himself, since most start to think bout that, they tend to go mad, and that was the last thing he needed this week. At least he stopped himself, right? Things could be much worse, and he could''ve just let himself get stuck in that mindset... not now, at least. He sighed. Life is weird as hell, isn''t it?

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 Test Interactions.

    "Ange, when are you going to take another one?" Cesar Torres, who is another Alternate, asks Angelo over the phone. "When it''s needed Cesar, alright? No one has gotten close to finding the trash, so I won''t have to just yet."  He sighed, of course, this was going to be something he would be bugged about for eternity. Oh well, at least he doesn''t have to forget about the people trash he will have to take out later on. "Anyways, I have something else to ask; this house is too fucking big, and honestly, what''s the point of living alone? I was wondering if maybe we could bunk together, and we each pay half of the taxes. Fair deal?" Cesar says, his voice proving his point of being bored. "Alright, I''ll have to pack my shit and list this apartment though." "Excellent! Adam is going to be here too, so technically, it will be a three-way split." "Oh great Gaberial, you invited him too? You know he''s insane." And the conversation continued from there... rather awkwardly... but went on, nonetheless.


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 Changing the Formality (Test Interactions Cont.)

    As he packed his things, Angelo readied himself to be living with two people he had only met a few months ago. After all, Cesar did have a rather large home, so it made sense he tried to get some roommates. And hopefully, the bills will be easier to pay, since it''s three people instead of one. The only thing that really sucked was he was the only one who actually worked for his money. At least he could get some good money from selling the apartment in its rather good condition. Another downside was the house would probably wreak of the dead, this is so because Adam and Cesar were more like hunters, getting the money from their prey.


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    All set... Angelo thinks, his eyes scanning the next-to-empty room. Well, looks like he is ready to move in with the boys. As Angelo neared Cesar Torres'' home, he felt a sense of completion, he was finally not going to have to worry about a shitton of rent. Maybe he would be able to finally try that shit called "coffee" people seemed to like so much. It was worth a shot. But that was another thing. Right now, he has to get ready to face the man he''s only heard over the phone. It was going to be awkward, but at least he''ll have to worry a bit less, right...? Or would he be worrying more? Come on, Angelo! You gotta get going! He internally yelled at himself, wanting to just get this over with already.


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    He finally reached the door, and range the doorbell. Cesar opened the door, and smiled. "So, this is the elusive Angelo Grym?" Cesar asked. "Yep, that''s me." Angelo replied, not really expecting to see a man in a suit, but he has to admit, it''s better than what he envisioned.