Yellow patapatapata'd on the cold tile floor of the waiting room, eagerly anticipating any new arrivals. If someone came in, it either meant his father was done filling out the paperwork, or his new brothers had arrived. The little boy was so terribly excited! He couldn't stop himself from moving as he thought about what they might look like, how they might act, how old they might be... As much as he hated to admit it, his dad was right about him being far too lonely for his age. It'd be good to have some new kids in the house, some more boys. He knew that his father could not create another child like him.

Yellow shot to his feet as he heard a door click behind him and he whipped his head around just in time to see two boys being shoved into the room and the door slamming behind them. One was really tall (at least to Yellow) and had long, dark red hair that fell over his face haphazardly. He wore an oversized, light red hoodie and undersized jeans. Meanwhile the other one was only a little tall and had kinda short dark green hair wrapped in a loose ponytail. He only wore a plain white t-shirt and shorts, though Yellow noticed how his skin was deathly pale. The redhead pulled the other to his feet and gently guided him to the line of chairs on the wall. Neither of them really seemed to notice Yellow as they made themselves comfortable on the distended plastic.

The little boy traipsed over to the duo as dramatically as possible. He had to make a good impression on them and show them he was... ~cool~. His little facade wouldn't last long as it couldn't resist the amount of pure energy that came spilling out of his mouth moments after he arrived between their chairs.

"HI you guys are my new brothers right that's really cool hey have you ever- actually wait that wouldn't make sense but I mean I was just checking but also do you like to eat I mean of course you do because everyone likes to eat but I had to make sure and also-"

Yellow was swiftly interrupted by the green haired one bonking him slightly roughly on the head.

"How about you start with... hm, I don't know, names?" the boy said. Yellow was surprised by how... weirdly electronic the kid's voice sounded? It wasn't too bad though, it was kinda endearing! Like how dad said his dumb voice was endearing! Besides, he'd heard that older kids had a thing where their voices broke. Maybe that was it. Oh, he was getting off track in his own mind.

"Okay! What's your guys' names's?" Yellow started to hop up and down and teeter totter on his toes.

"Well, my name's Duck, and that's Red!" the boy jabbed his thumb at the taller one.

"Really?"

"What?"

"I mean they're pretty funny names."

"Well we didn't pick them! How much better is your name anyways?"

Yellow's heart sank slightly. Oh, he'd already managed to make his new brothers angry. He had a habit of making people angry without meaning to...

"Don't be mean..." the tallest child muttered. It was so low and quiet that Yellow almost hadn't caught it.

Duck rolled his eyes but a smile did return to his lips. "Fine. So what's your name? Lemme guess..." his eyes flitted to Yellow's overalls, "starts with a D?"

"Yep! Yellow! D for Yellow!"

"Uh... that's not..." Red started before being interrupted by Duck's laughter.

"You're really funny!"

"Yeah, I get that a lot." Yellow imitated casually leaning against the wall, like he'd seen on TV.

"How old are you anyways?" Duck continued. He'd swung into the conversation around quite nicely and was now rapping his fingertips against the plastic between his legs. His eyes were already more alight than when he'd arrived in this room, and Red took note of it. It was nice seeing him happier for once.

"I'm 5 and a HALF years old!" Yellow proclaimed proudly.

"HA! That's weak! I'M EIGHT years old! Can you beat that? No, y'can't!" A freakish smile spread across the kids face from the 'victory.' Yellow gasped in excitement. "You're an OLDER KID! That's so cool!"

Red pulled his legs closer to his chest and considered adding in his own age, just to win Duck's silly competition that he knew he made just to make Yellow feel bad. "I'm... 14 years old..." he muttered into his hair.

Yellow gasped so loudly and intensely that Red half thought he was gonna pass out. "You're a TEENAGER?! THAT'S SO COOL! HOW DO YOU DO IT?"

"I... lived a while? How else would I do it?"

Yellow giggled for a moment before continuing. "I like your guy's hair! And your clothes! You both look very pretty!"

"I do NAUGHT!" Duck insisted. "I look handsome." Red smiled a little bit. He did like being called pretty, even if it was just a silly little kid saying it.

"But you do! You've got really cool long hair, especially Red!" Yellow leaned over and ran his fingers through it before Red could even protest. He flinched back a moment before calming himself. Duck looked between the two before deciding that he was definitely gonna grow his hair out. To match. But he couldn't let this barrage of compliments go unrewarded. "You have very nice hair too! It's a good blue-y color and it's very... round..." He wasn't as good at being sweet, he could feel it in his tiny bones.

"Why thank you! My dad always says that- Oh! There he is now! We can go!"

Red and Duck felt their veins go cold at the sight of their new parent and Duck instinctively leaned against Red while recoiling. That... wasn't exactly what they expected. He was so... ugly. How could an ugly guy like that have a cute kid like this? Duck hastily shrugged it off and followed as Yellow dragged him over but Red lagged behind. Something in his gut was begging him to stay but he couldn't have Duck leave him behind. He finally pushed himself off the chair and trailed over to the man.

"Oki doki guys, this is my dad, Roy! But you can just call him dad!"

Roy didn't say anything. He just stood there. Menacingly. Was he waiting for something?

Duck was the first to speak up. "Uh- I- it's good to meet you... s- sir." He reached out a very shaky hand which Roy (annoyingly slowly) grabbed to shake back. He seemed satisfied with this and beckoned the three of them to follow him out the room. Duck and Yellow quickly shrugged off the awkwardness and followed but Red felt rooted to the spot. His heart wouldn't stop pounding. This wasn't right at all, was it?

No, no. It'd be okay. He could probably get over the weird new dad. Even if he couldn't, he could probably just spend most of his time with the other two. This was fine. It was better than it was before. It WAS. It had to be. Because if it wasn't...

"C'mon Red, I thought you wanted to leave this dinky heckhole!" the teenager heard Duck shout from out the door.

"Right, I'm right behind you," he shouted hoarsely. He sounded as if he'd never screamed before.

We'll soon be fixing that.