SUBWAYS 4: THE WHITE 2-I-EST

[50shadesofstardom]

IT'S TIME TO MOVE ON.

THE YEAR PASSES. THE EVENTS OF WHITE 2 OCCUR. SUBWAY REMAINS FAIRLY UNINVOLVED AND UNINTERESTING AT THIS POINT.



IT'S THE POSTGAME THAT ROCKS.

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[tsuntrader]

[...Big... brother...

He's gonna have a little sister or little brother-

Oh. Oh, Gold looks really confused.]

You okay? [Big brother...]

[boltbadge]

Sorry, Gold. You'll probably have quite a bit to catch up to.

[mischiefbreeder]

Silver, can we... talk for a moment? You know, over there? [And by that, he means they're going to talk right now and you have no choice in the matter as he grabs Silver by the collar and drags him over to the spot he's talking about.]

[tsuntrader]

[Wh- okay brb mom he's being dragged over here by Gold and all, please hold--]

[mischiefbreeder]

[And once at the designated spot, Gold looks squarely at Silver, with a serious expression on his face.]

You plannin' on fillin' me in here?

[tsuntrader]

[...?]

On what?

[mischiefbreeder]

On the whole 'family' thing you got goin' there.

[tsuntrader]

[...? Gold, what...]

I never said anything? [really Silver, really]

[mischiefbreeder]

No! You mean this's been ongoing?!

[tsuntrader]

[Dude Gold chill

chill]

I've been here for years, Gold. [Not consecutive years, but. Years.] Ingo and Emmet were family since we were all in Luceti.

[mischiefbreeder]

You never told me that.

[tsuntrader]

[...Oops...]

...I'm telling you now.

[mischiefbreeder]

So... Ingo's your 'dad', and the lightning lady's gonna be your 'mom', then.

[tsuntrader]

Emmet's dad too.

[mischiefbreeder]

...So you have two dads, then.

[tsuntrader]

[Nod.]

[mischiefbreeder]

Two dads.

[tsuntrader]

[Yes. Yes, that's what he said.]

[mischiefbreeder]

I can't even begin to describe the number of things wrong with that sentence.

[tsuntrader]

What's wrong with it?

[mischiefbreeder]

Never mind, you're better off. [Gold gives Silver a dismissive handwave as he walks back over to Elesa.]

[tsuntrader]

[Nope! Hoodiegrab.] C'mon, tell me.

[mischiefbreeder]

Nope. I don't even wanna think about it anymore. [Yanking his hood away and continuing walking.]

[tsuntrader]

[Nope, pulling you back, Gold. The worse you make it sound, the more he wants to know.]

[mischiefbreeder]

[NOPE.]