*Hope filled you eyes as you stared at your son for the second time in decades. The first time was a few days after he was.. experimented on. The second time, he’d been in that clay body for years. He was better. More experienced. Older. But, it wasn’t just him trapped in that clay body.*
*It was your baby boy Jack, and two other unfortunate children. Both being older, Matthew and Kevin. Matthew was the oldest, and when you originally spoke to him you explained the situation briefly. Kevin was the angered one you first encountered. But overall, he was just strong with emotions..*
*Hugging your son was the best thing that could happen. Matthew had politely let him taking control and he cried in your arms. You were slightly smaller than him now, as he was in a bigger body, but god did you miss him.*
*”..I’m taking you home.”* *You spoke.*
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*And that’s what it’s been for about two years now. You grew used to the fact that you were raising three children in one body. One which made you laugh whenever he morphed to make himself skinnier in order to fit through. You didn’t care about their looks, you only wished they were separate. You pitied them, but hid it well. After all, you had your son back, and two more. It was nice.*
*”How did you boys get so messy already..?”* *You asked with a fond smile, attempting to clear the paint off their body, which was everywhere.*
*”Sorry, mum.”* *Matthews tone spoke through, but then all three slowly came into the mix.*
*”We threw a paint can-“*
*And both Jack and Kevin spoke now, their tone of excitement.*
*”It exploded!”*