Double Strike

Chapter 10

Third POV

A few years has passed. White lost count, but Black knows it has been 7 years. What helped him remember was keeping track on Grays age. Who is thirteenth now.

Gray has changed into something else. Homicide, insane, delusional. Just like their parents.

White felt a little tad guilty for turning into their own loving one into a maniac. But what else could he do? That kid always wanted to follow their footsteps and pattern.

Gray wanted to be like Black. Who is now, the most dangerous Impostor anyone has ever met. Too threatening for the world. Even for the other parasites too.

Black was always good at everything. Killing, planning, manipulating, ruining your life. He was too much to handle for.

On the other hand for White, he doesn't get that type of treatment from Black. He didn't dare to manipulate White, since he is rather smart enough not to listen to him anyway.

Instead of the harsh treatment he used for others, he still makes sure to take care of White and protect him at all cost along with Gray.

White enjoyed his affection and lot. What's mostly his favorite was doing duos with him. That duo always had victory in countless of sabotages and killing spree.

After those times White learned to love again. He's happy and much more better, but still a top murderer in the world.

Others didn't question them with their kid. They all thought Gray was actually theirs. It was mostly because of the color palette making sense.

A angelic figure was in the kitchen belonging to a chef who is away for now. He doesn't know where he could be, but he knew it was all part of the plan.

His halo shine brightly than ever in a specific lighting. In front of him was eggs laying around next to a big bowl filled with ingredients he added. He began to break those eggs into the bowl carefully without spilling egg shells.

A sweet quiet tune filled in the lonely room. There was no one else around besides him. He didn't mind that, alone time for himself was always his comforts.

At least for one more person. White nearly jumped when he felt a presence beside him. Funny to think he was going to be murdered for a second there. But instead, it was just his little kid.

"Jeez, you're starting to be like Black too much.." he whispered out. His heart was still going off excitedly from that moment.

The once little Crewmate looked at their parent in a staring manner. They were curious on what he was doing all alone in the kitchen.

White wasn't bothered at all with the staring. If anything he grown use to the habits the two always shared as an odd thing. He was used to it after all, being randomly startled by their presence.

That's one thing he hated about Black and Gray. Always appearing out of nowhere without him noticing. Has Black teach Gray how to be a ninja? Well, he can't complain too much about that. It helps a lot in missions.

As the white impostor finished cracking, he turn to the smaller one next to him. "Wanna help me stir this?" He asked.

Gray looked at the bowl for a second. Then back to him with a slight nod.

White smiled at them before scooping them up into his arms. He couldn't find a stool to help Gray reach into the counter more. So he did what he had to do.

With Gray in his arms he admit that they have grown a lot more over the past few years. It secretly scares White that they would be the same height one day. Or maybe they would grow taller.