A/N: DEATHLLYYYYYY AND HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Okay now that's out of the way, HERE'S YOUR UPDATE. (I'LL TRY TO UPDATE FASTER, IF LILLY DOESN'T DESTROY ME FIRST.)

Chapter Two

"..."
 
Silence spread across the room.

Wintergreen stared into Slade's one eye, hands twitching with barely concealed anger. Slade braced himself for the wrath of Wintergreen.

"SLADE WILSON YOU ARE INSANE!"

"It was for the best."

"HOW THE HELL IS WIPING THE BOY'S MEMORIES AND STICKING A F*CKING CUSTOM NEUROTOXIN INTO RICHARD FOR THE BEST?!"

Wintergreen swore. Wintergreen hardly swears. When Wintergreen swears, shit's going down.

"This way I get to start anew."

"YOU COULD HAVE USED ANOTHER WAY!"

"...and that would be?"

"I DON'T KNOW, MAYBE F*CKING FOLLOWING MY ADVICE AND BE NICE! AND APOLOGIZING TO HIM!

"And how would that help the situation?"

"HOW IT WOULD HELP?! HOW IT WOULD HELP?! GOOD GOD, SLADE, YOU ARE IMPOSSIBLE! APOLOGIZING WILL MEAN YOU'RE SINCERE! IF YOU BE NICE AND NOT WHACK HIM AROUND LIKE SOME BLOODY TRAINING ROBOT, AND CHANGE YOUR ATTITUDE AND BEHAVIOR OF RAISING HIM, PERHAPS HE WOULD COME TO RESPECT AND ADORE YOU! BECAUSE SLADE, IF YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED, RICHARD IS SIMPLY A CHILD, WHO HAS BEEN DEPRIVED FROM LOVE AND AFFECTION FOR A VERY LONG TIME!" Wintergreen screamed, face red with anger, before stomping away to his room.

Slade stood there, alone, with only his thoughts to accompany him.

(Forever alone~)

...

He stomped his feet in frustration before flopping back onto his bed.

"Stupid memory. Stupid brain," he muttered to himself.

It's been a few hours since he woke up, and he couldn't remember anything.

The only thing he could remember clearly was the word, "Poison". It kept staying there. Everytime he tried to concentrate on remembering something else, he would come out blank and with a huge headache. Which sucked, a lot.

...

Poison?

Was that his name?

I mean, it couldn't have been, no parent stupid enough would ever name their kid Poison.

Yet again... kids are getting pretty weird names these days.

So Poison was technically possible.

Plus, it was the first thing that popped up in his head when he woke up...

So he decided, Poison would be his name until he found out his real name.

Poison. He liked it.

...

A guy had come in to his room a few minutes after he woke up, wearing an orange and black mask. He decided to call him Mr Mask. So Mr Mask said something about being an apprentice and whatever. Poison wasn't really listening, he was more focused on Mask's covered eye.

Mask was annoyed at the lack of attention he was receiving. He took a deep breath and sighed, leaving the room, aiming to come back later when Poison was more focused.

Poison stared at him, wondering why he had left. He shrugged and began to focus on the bits of the conversation he managed to catch.

Apprentice, blah blah blah, working for Mask, blah blah blah, accident, blah blah blah, amnesia, blah blah blah, Mr Mask's name is Slade, blah blah, newly dubbed Slade is his father, blah blah-

Wait.

Mr Mask- no, Slade is his dad??

If Sladey was really his dad, why did he get bad vibes from him?

Being in a car accident and suffering an concussion would explain the amnesia.

Being Slade's apprentice would make sense since he was supposedly Slade's son.

But...

It didn't feel right, any of it.

The fact that Slade called him Apprentice made him feel very uncomfortable.

He had a weird feeling that the lack of memory wasn't caused by a car accident.

Digust filled him at the thought that Slade was his father.

And he had a gut feeling that Slade was a very very bad man.

However, he would focus on that later as his head hurt and he needed sleep.

As he got onto his bed, and adjusted his pillow, he felt something inside the pillowcase. He felt around and his hand curled around a note.

A note?

He shoved it into his pocket, and fell asleep.

~Three hours later~

Poison woke up feeling way much better and his previous lack of appetite was replaced with ravenous hunger.

He went out, yawning, and found the kitchen. There was an old man, cooking something that smelled so good.

The old man turned around, and his face lit up. Poison decided to call him Santa. He looked like a Santa, just without a whitebeard.

"Ri-Apprentice!" Santa the Beardless's face darkened a bit when he said Apprentice before going back to normal. "You're awake! How do you feel?"

Poison had mixed emotions towards Beardless Santa, he felt happiness, adoration, respect and a weird feeling of familarity towards the old man, but also disbelief, betrayal and anger. But the good feelings overthrew the bad ones, at least, for the time being, and Poison decided to trust him.

"I'm feeling fine, thanks uh-"

"It's Wintergreen."

"Thanks Mr Wintergreen."

So Wintergreen ushered him to sit down, and provided with pancakes and syrup. Poison attacked the pancakes with passion. It was so good. He decided that from then on, pancakes was his one true love.

Then as Poison was starting his second plate, Slade walked in. The atmosphere in the room immediately changed.

"Slade," Wintergreen said, coldly and curtly. "Hello, Wintergreen," Slade responded with a nod. They seemed to have been in a fight of some sorts, Poison could sense the tension between them, which made him pretty uncomfortable.

Wintergreen placed Slade's plate of pancakes in front of him, with narrowed eyes, before going back with his errands, ignoring Slade.

"Are you feeling well, Apprentice?"

"Yeah I guess."

"That is good to hear."

"Slade?"

"Yes Apprentice?"

"Um, I don't mean to be nosy, but did you and Wintergreen get into a fight?"

Hearing those words, Wintergreen twitched with anger, gripping the edges of the sink so hard that his knuckles turned white.

"Something like that."

"Oh, okay."

Awkward silence filled the room. Poison quickly finished off his pancakes and gave the plate to Wintergreen, muttering a quick thank you before rushing back to his room to find refuge from all the tension.

Wintergreen continued washing the dishes in silence.

"Look, Wintergreen."

"..."

"Wintergreen, answer me."

"I have nothing to say to you."

"Come on, Wintergreen."

"..."

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. I sincerely apologize for my actions, I admit that something might have gone wrong, and I should have consulted you first, although you would have immediately objected to that idea. Again, I'm sorry Wintergreen."

Wintergreen raised an eyebrow, Slade almost never apologizes. For him to apologize, that was a big step on his part. He sighed, he could never stay mad at Slade forever, especially when he apologizes.

"I forgive you."

"You do?"

"Of course I do, or else why would I have said it? Just don't ever do that again."

"I'll try."

"Slade."

"Alright, Wintergreen the Mom."

"...sigh, I expected that sooner or later..."

"...you're a good friend Wintergreen."

And with that, Wintergreen smiled.

"Of course I am. Now, pass me your plate, won't you?"

(AGH, WHY DO I THINK THIS IS CUTE. MY NEW BROTP GUYS ;-; All they need now is flower crowns ;-;)

...

Poison sat on his bed, having a feeling that he had wanted to do something but forgotten.

Oh wait! The note! He was going to read it! That's what he wanted to do...

Opening the note, he read the contents, feeling even more mixed emotions than before he read the note.

A/N: AND THAT'S THE END OF THIS CHAPTER! SEE YOU NEXT TIME :D