(Poor White :( )
Black stormed in, his expression turning to disbelief and frustration when he saw White's stained white suit. "Oh, for crying out loud! How idiotic can you be to wear a white suit for this kind of work?" His anger flared, and he delivered a barrage of scoldings, his voice booming across the living room.
He pointed at Maroon, his tone sharp, "Look at your brother, Maroon! He's got more sense than you, understanding that bright clothing isn't advisable for this!" His words were stern and critical, highlighting his disappointment in White's lack of judgment.
Inside, White felt fear grip him like icy claws. The scoldings from Black rattled him to the core, and the weight of his mistake pressed down on him heavily, leaving him utterly terrified.
"S-Sorry, Uncle Black! I swear I won't do it again," White stammered, his voice shaky and apologetic. His fear was palpable, and he tried his best, hoping to appease Black's anger.
"Fine..." Black grumbled, his annoyance evident as he turned away from the situation. He had grown weary of the chaos unfolding that day. With a heavy sigh, he stormed off to his room, desperately in need of a nap to clear his mind and regain his composure.
Maroon, reveling in White's discomfort, couldn't resist a jab. "Smooth move, White. Really, wearing a white suit for a job like this? You never fail to amaze us with your genius choices ;)" he said sarcastically, his tone dripping with mockery, further irritating White.
"SHUT UP!" White snapped at Maroon, frustration bubbling over. But Maroon found it all too amusing and burst into laughter, seemingly enjoying his brother's discomfort.
Refusing to engage further, White decided he needed to clean his suit and stormed off to the laundry room, desperate to find a solution to the mess he had gotten himself into.
( Scene 2)
In the laundry room, White knelt beside a bucket filled with soapy water, his frustration still boiling inside him. He had changed into another white suit from his collection, rolling up his sleeves as he aggressively attacked the stained fabric. He scrubbed and abused the suit with violent determination, his movements fueled by a mix of anger and desperation to salvage his attire. (ayo white take a chill pill-)
He was literally channeling his anger into every scrub, hoping that the furious motions would somehow cleanse not only the stained fabric but also his own frustrations.
His aunt, Pink, hurried into the laundry room after hearing the commotion from Maroon. Alarmed, she exclaimed, "White, stop! You're going to tear that suit to shreds!" Her voice carried a mix of concern and scolding, fearing that White's aggressive cleaning might do more harm than good to the delicate fabric.
White abruptly stopped, frustration etched on his face.
"I don't know how to clean these damn stains!" he exclaimed in exasperation.
Pink, empathetic to his struggle, tried her best to assist him, but despite their joint efforts, the stubborn stains refused to budge, leaving them both feeling defeated in the face of the relentless marks.
(my brain is not braining currently for typing . Part 2 coming soon . See ya guys ! )
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Vs Imposter v4 : The Family
FanfictionWhat if Vs Imposter V4 characters (not all of them) were a family living on earth? Read this universe I made for giggles and fun! Hope you guys like it!