Gabriel x Y/N

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Snow. It was all over. Over the trees, streets, houses, buildings.... And that meant the alternates couldn't get through such a frozen weather, right?

You were in your room, in a random tent you bought to hide away from no one. You crawl out of the tent, having a taste for some TV, grabbing your telecomanda you press on a random channel, but it doesn't work. The TV doesn't work, it has a grey-ish weird background and it froze, suddenly, a HUGE ass alternate-like figure crawls out of it, it has wings, and long blonde hair, it's obviously a angel...but alternates can steal identities only after they kill their victims, so does that mean...that's the devil himelf??!

"OUAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!" Y/N screams their lungs out at the sight of the strange creature

"Be not afraid, little mortal..for there I have not come to harm you."

Y/N stopped screaming, looking up at the devil

"W-what did you come for, then..?"

the devil's calm comforting smile faded into one of pure evil and malice

"For...." It starts, then morphs into






























Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle babyLet me knowGirl I'm gonna show you how to do itAnd we start real slowYou just put your lips togetherAnd you come real closeCan you blow my whistle baby, whistle babyHere we goLook, I'm bettin' you like peo...

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Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go
Look, I'm bettin' you like people
And I'm bettin' you love freak mode
And I'm bettin' you like girls
That give love to girls and stroke your little ego
I bet you I'm guilty, your honor
That's just how we live in my genre
Who in the hell done paved the road wider?
There's only one Flo and one Rida
I'm a damn shame, order more champagne
Pull a damn hamstring tryna put it on ya
Let your lips spin back around corner
Slow it down, baby, take a little longer
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go (hey)
Whistle baby, whistle baby (hey)
Whistle baby, whistle baby (hey)
Whistle baby, whistle baby (hey)
Whistle baby, whistle baby
It's like everywhere I go, my whistle ready to blow
Shawty don't even know, she can get any for the low
Told me she's not a pro, it's okay, it's under control
Show me soprano 'cause, girl, you can handle
Baby, we start slow then you come up and park close
Girl, I'm the whistle man, my Bugatti the same notes
Show me your perfect pitch, you got it, my banjo
Talented with your lips like you blew out a candle
So amusing (amusing)
Now you can make a whistle with the music (music)
Hope you ain't got no issues, you can do it (do it)
Even if it's no picture, never lose it (lose it)
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go (hey)
Whistle baby, whistle baby (hey)
Whistle baby, whistle baby
Whistle baby, whistle baby
Whistle baby, whistle baby
Go on, girl, you can twerk it
Let me see you whistle while you work it
I'ma lay back, don't stop it
'Cause I love it how you drop it, drop it, drop it on me
Now, shorty, let that whistle blow, oh-oh-oh
Yeah, baby, make that whistle blow, oh-oh
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go
You blow my whistle baby
Whistle baby, whistle baby
You blow my whistle baby
Whistle baby, whistle baby
You blow my whistle baby
Whistle baby, whistle baby
You blow my whistle baby
Whistle baby, whistle baby

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