His Demons (PaperHat Mpreg)

~Chapter 23~

BlackHats PoV

From the sound of GreyHats voice, it seemed as though we wouldn't be waiting too long for this little meeting to take place. WhiteHat hung up the phone a small shiver running through his spine, both of us feeling some type of disturbance in the air. I hated this feeling, nothing came good out of it, and i slowly felt my paranoia creeping up on me once more.

WhiteHat and i looked at each other, before there was a knock at the door. WhiteHat went to answer it, me trailing right behind him as he slowly grabbed the handle and tugged the front door open. GreyHat took a step inside, fully dressed, yet still looking tired. WhiteHat closed the door behind him, and a heavy and overbearing silence weighed down on all of us, making my stomach turn. Finally, the uncomfortable and heavy silence was soon washed away by the sound of GreyHat's voice filling the room.

"Does anyone have.....any kind of idea why i called?" he asked. WhiteHat and i looked at each other, then back to GreyHat, clearly telling him that we both knew what was up. He sighed and held his head in his hands. "I know i'm not one to lose my composure a lot, but i can't help just being freaked out when things like this happen. I assume one of you had some type of....encounter as well, right?" he asked, a glimmer of desperation in his eyes. I took a step forward towards him.

"It was a nightmare....i had a nightmare about him," i said. He looked at me, and his whole body visibly tensed.

"What was yours about?..." he asked. I sighed, trying to remember.

"I don't remember any specific details, all i know is that Flug was in it too," i responded. I groaned, trying my best to remember anything i possibly could or this was absolutely going to eat away at me. If Flug or Damien were in danger, i wanted any type of clue that could possibly help me prevent anything bad happening. "I don't quite know....uh, it was something about, Flug for sure, something like....him whispering to me things that were going to happen. Everything seemed to go by so fast, and it was all just so chaotic and settling," i said. Both of my brothers were silent for a moment and that feeling of paranoia and anxiety started gnawing at me again, eating me alive like i was it's prey. It was such a unpleasant and unsettling feeling. Nothing scared me, but i'd be lying if i were to say that this didn't bother me in the slightest.

"Mine was a little different," GreyHat said, once again breaking the silence. "He just.... the room was dark, and he was just standing under the only source of light. I did the only thing i could do, and walked up to him. He just told me that i was going to have a part to play in this too.... and that things would be clear soon, but i should stay ready." GreyHat stood there, looking at the light grey tiled floor below him, his fists clenched and a troubled look on his face. "I don't know what it meant....frankly i'm not sure i want to know. But i've got a feeling something big is waiting for us down the road," he said.

Mine and GreyHat's eyes locked for a split second, both of us silently in an understanding before we turned to the oldest of us. WhiteHat switched his gaze from me to GreyHat a few times before quickly speaking up.

"W-why are you both l-looking at me!?" he asked, shrinking down slightly.

"You're the only one who hasn't said anything about this issue. Have you encountered him at all?" GreyHat urged, growing a bit impatient. I could tell this was really starting to irk him, just about as much as it did me. He never was one to even moderately lose his cool, but when it came down to our father, it was no joke.

Theres a reason why all of us are so afraid of our father....but that's a tale for a different time.

"It's late, i should probably get going. I don't want Flug to get worried. We can discuss this in the morning," i said. They both nodded and we said our goodbyes before going our seperate ways back to our homes. I arrived back to the mansion, going down to mine and Flug's room so i could try and get some more sleep for now. I passed by Damiens room, deciding to check on him just to be sure he was safe. I smiled as i seen him curled up in his blankets, 5.0.5 sleeping at the foot of his bed. I gently closed the door and went back to the room, opening the door and expecting to see Flug resting under the blankets comfortably, but i was not greeted with such a sight.