"Well, if he was, I can't do anything about that. I swear, that child is out of control..." Lewis sighs, looking down at Bad. He was short. Very short. That didn't stop him from being a hostile, bitey shit though. His sleeves where all ripped up. Lewis turned to the old man. He had one eyebrow raised, and was staring at the little terror.
"Aggressive, I can tell. Why... Don't tell me he's made from the same DNA as B.A.T.T.E.R!?" he exclaimed. Lewis sighed
"He is. See, what's interesting about the old race is that... Well... They weren't... Human?" Lewis said, his voice gaining a higher pitch. Luther nodded.
"Does this mean that... The boy can change into him...?" He asked, looking from one child to the other. Batter looked bored. Tired. Like he didn't want to be there at all. Bad was staring at Luther intensely, wondering. Could his older brother change into him? What did that mean? that didn't make any sense.
"Yes. However, because B.A.T.T.E.R's bloodline is so strong his "Monster" form is much more nasty than Bad here. It should, anyways. he hasn't transformed yet. I hope he never has too." Lewis said, looking at Batter, who now was staring him down with his grey, cold eyes. He had a gazillion questions, all of them he'd never ask. Mostly because he knew he'd never get an answer, or at least a straight one. Bad had decided he would sit. the floor was solid black, the material unknown to Batter. His best guess was rubber. He didn't really care about it anyways.
"Ah. I see. You may have mentioned a third being here too. May I see them?" Luther inquired, peering down the dark hall as if he may spot them. Lewis just nodded.
"I'll call for him. GHOST! HERE, PLEASE! AND BEHAVE, WE HAVE A VISITOR!" Lewis yelled. A moment later, a specter-like being drifted lazily down the hall. He looked identical to Batter, but his eyes where hollow, and well, he was a ghost. Luther was nothing short of amazed.
"B-but. You cannot make ectoplasmic beings in a lab, at least from what I am aware of-" He was cut of by Lewis.
"He wasn't. He was a test to see if I could make a version of B.A.T.T.E.R without the monster genes. Unfortunately, he got ill and passed away, and lo n behold, he was here the next day, fighting with Bad over some normal nonsense. Ghost, Bad. Introduce thy selves." Lewis commanded. Both looked at Luther. Both looked at him, and Batter sighed.
"MY NAME IS GHOST. I FUCKING LOVE FOOD AND READING." Ghost yelled, and grinned. Bad looked like he was steaming. He huffed.
"And I'm Bad. I like food. And running. And biting things. Nice to meet you." He huffed. He was polite. More so than Ghost, whom he was glaring at.
"Lovely to meet you too my boys." Luther said. He turned to Lewis, who looked very tired. He did in fact, just woke up. He was in his casual clothes, black sweater, and tan sweat pants. He blinked at Luther. He seemed to take no notice of the other man's condition.
"May I have a tour of the lab?"
"Yes, sir. You funded it. You get to see it by all means... Oh. A bit of a warning. It may be messy in some areas." Lewis said. Luther nodded. Batter, Ghost, and Bad looked at each other, all with the same face:
Who the heck is this guy?
Note: yoooo guys, just so ya know this'll take awhile cuz school and stuff, but expect updates on the weekends.