Colors (CrankGameplays x Reader)

Clear (Prologue)

We all start off clear. No color. Every baby is given a clean pallet to work with, no paint, no mess, just nothing. A clean pallet. No colors to work with. Then the baby is given a name. A mother and father look into the baby's eyes for the first time. The first splash of paint. This color is different for everyone. As the baby grows, the baby starts to crawl, the baby has a birthday, the baby takes its first steps, and every milestone in life is another splash of paint. Then the baby grows older. Puberty mixes around the paint, removes some colors and adds in others as the child grows. When you grow up and start getting together with other people, your color mixes with them. You want to find someone that you can mix with.

-October 24, 1996-

A new pallet is made. As the baby takes the first breath as the mother sighs in relief from the hours of labor she had endured. The labor that felt like her stomach was being punched and kicked, and her back was being torn out. The father smiles as the baby is brought up to the surface by the doctors. The light shines on the new born baby who is crying and breathing, healthy and alive. The baby is given a gender.

A boy.

The mother is handed her new baby boy. The father looks over at his new son and smiles. As the mother rocks her new baby back and forth, she feels the soft velvet baby blue blanket against her chest and arms. The baby is given a name.

"Ethan"

This baby is Ethan. Ethan Mark Darling Nestor. A plop of white is dropped in the middle of the pallet. There are many other babies born that day, but this one is special. Something is different about this one. The brand new baby is welcomed into this world, healthy and happy. But some babies aren't so lucky.

-December 11, 2002-

Another pallet is made. As the baby gasps for the first time, the young teen girl breathes heavily from the hours of labor she had been through. Her stomach feeling like it is being ripped open, and her back aching, feeling like it had been torn out and ripped to pieces. There is no husband, or boyfriend. Just the doctors and her mom. As the doctors take her baby away, she cries knowing she can't keep it. The baby is given a gender.

Girl.

Her name will be changed. The name won't stay. But she must be given a name.

"Janice"

The baby won't be called that for long. As the teen is handed her baby, she cries and looks up at her mother. Her mother nods in approval of her choice. The big sacrifices the teen made for this child. The long 8 month and one week journey that felt like forever. The child she can only hold onto for so long. A stroke of black appears on the pallet like lightning. The soft wool blanket held her baby fell over her arms like a waterfall. She rocked her child back and forth as it cried. It was like the baby knew what was going to happen.

A few hours later she has to let go of the child. The child is handed over to another woman, a stranger. She smiles at her new child, and thanks the teen. The teen nods and walks back into the hospital. The baby is adopted, and given a new name.

"Genevieve"

This child is named Genevieve Eric Dare. A splatter of white is spread onto the black.