Little Mix as your moms (With Some Ships)

Sociopathic, Adopted Son

What is a sociopath?: a person with a personality disorder manifesting itself in extreme antisocial attitudes and behaviour.

⚠️This contains mentions of school shootings, blood, gore and murder among other potentially disturbing subjects, viewer discretion is advised⚠️

Hi, the name is Matthias Robert Oxlade-Chamberlain, I'm just the 13 year old adopted son of Alexander Mark David Oxlade-Chamberlain and Perrie Louise Oxlade-Chamberlain. I have three younger sisters named Leia Amelia Oxlade-Chamberlain who's 15, Millie Bethany Oxlade-Chamberlain who's 9 and Daisy Allison Oxlade-Chamberlain who's 4.

Matthias's POV: Born Matthias Robert Daniel Andrews Junior, youngest son of Matthias Edward Andrews and Deborah Michelle Andrews. Both my parents were complete and utter psychopaths, commiting the most horrendous crimes throughout the country that I was born in, The US. I have a elder biological brother named Romeo Maxmillian Andrews who is 5 years older than me, he also turned into a mass murder, commiting one of the worst school shootings in the country a year ago.

Nobody knows whom my family are as I was put up for adoption before they got caught and sentenced to death. I've definitely developed simular issues to my family, making me labelled as a sociopath. Recently, I've been reading up about the school shooting that my brother commited and found loads of statistics about it, 118 students and teachers killed and 372 injured, it cost nearly 2.8 billion to repair everything. Jeez, my brother wasn't fooling around, makes me really proud for some unknown reason and makes me want to commit the same.

"Matthias, time for dinner!" My adoptive father tells me, leaning against the doorframe. I slam my book shut and put it in the dresser next to my bed, it wasn't any old book. Plans for something very special that I'm gonna do tommorow at school. I then follow my father downstairs, getting a glimpse of the gun cupboard next to stairs. The full plan for tommorow is to eliminate my family by the ways of using rat poison then get the gun and shoot up my entire school.

The next day: I'm making my whole family breakfast laced with the fatal rat poison.
"What you cooking there, bro?" My sister asks me, looking at the food.
"Just some breakfast for everyone." I respond, smiling. I serve the food and everybody sits down to eat, I stand at the side and just watch everyone's bodies just drop to the floor, eyes rolled backwards. My lips tug into a very sinister grin before heading to the aforementioned cupboard, punching in the code, grabbing the submachine gun and stuffing it into my bag.

At school: Nobody has suspected anything and I'm currently in my first lesson of the day. I smile, mischievously. Goodbye all of you pricks!

"Alright, everyone up against the wall!" I announce, pulling the gun out of my bag. Cowardly, everyone stands against the wall.
"Now, before I kill each and every one of you, you know Matthias and Deborah Andrews or even Romeo Andrews?" I ask my class and they all nod out of fear. "Well, I just so happen to be Matthias Robert Daniel Andrews Junior."

"Now, time for the fun part." I chuckle before pulling the trigger and blood squirting from everyone's throats. Each of them, dropping to the floor and I pull out the big boys.

"Daddy's back bitches." I whisper, referencing the iconic words of my dad after murdering his first victims.

I head into all the classrooms I can and kill every single student I can find. Blood spilt in every nook and cranny of this school, painting the walls red. After killing everyone in the final room, I sit on a table. I am smothered in blood but I don't care anymore, just like those violent video games I played as a kid.

"That's my boy." My father's voice rings throughout my head. "We are all so fucking proud of you kiddo.". I hear the bloody sirens, so skillfully I climb out of the building dropping all of my stuff in the process, even shedding all my clothes other than my underwear. Luckily, the guns had no fingerprints visible. I bolt for the hills, getting as far away as possible. I've left absolutely no signs of me being there, that's just how skillfull I am.

A few years later: I got all the inheritance money from my parents deaths and still nobody has found out about who was the killer despite them doing thorough searches throughout the entire school. I'm now living undercover in Bermuda, I am truly related to the Andrews's at this point.

I've done my real family proud...