Based on my Final Descendent story. Frost Is not on good terms with Y/N and is doing his own thing. He's with some friends and they've called themselves the Cold Squad.
A small motorhome drove down an old abandoned highway. Inside the driver seat was Frost.
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In the passenger seat was Y who was working on fixing the radio.
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Y: You had to pick the worst car possible.
Frost: Only one that could fit all 3 of us that I could find.
This third person was seen in the back sitting at a table playing with multiple toys, this was Hunter, or more commonly known as the son of Alt Y/N.
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Frost glanced back momentarily to take a look at Hunter.
Frost: You okay lil Buddy?
Hunter: Still okay Mr Frost.
Frost: Just call me Frost.
Y chuckled slightly then looked curious.
Y: Why'd you take the kid? I get me but....
Frost: I didn't want him sticking around Y/N.
Hunter: Whose that?
Frost: Don't worry about it.
Hunter: Okay.
Hunter went back to playing with his toys.
Y: What did Y/N do?
Frost: Hunter wasn't always this.... Obedient. Was he around the other Y/N?
Y: Yeah, I watched him a few times.
Frost: What about Dumpster or C-Sides?
Y: Alt was forced to let them watch him for a few days.
Frost: Makes sense. He most likely picked up a few traits from those guys.
Y: Being a little shithead arsonist and a sexist dick?
Frost: Yep.
Y: How does this relate?
Frost: Well Y/N wasn't exactly able to get those traits out of him, and the stuff he was doing was killing a lot of people. But it doesn't excuse what Y/N did. Even if he says he didn't want to.
Y: Just cut to the chase.
Frost: Right sorry, Y/N made the necklace stuck to his neck, and those are personality cores on it. It makes him behave.
Y: Damn....
Frost: Exactly.
Y: I mean I get your point but also Y/Ns.
Frost: I understand, there's no right answer here. But I just think Y/N could have tried something else, because if he ever gets out of that control I reckon the first thing he's doing is going to kill Y/N. He's doomed himself.
Y: Y/N wouldn't let a kid kill him.
Frost: This isn't a normal kid. This is a hybrid kid. One whose parents were warlords. And from what I know the kid was trained to fight by his mom.
Y: Alt didn't train him?
Frost: No. I actually asked Alt about it while I was infected. Alt said he didn't train his kid because he wanted to make a world where his kid wouldn't need to learn how to.
Y: Respectful. Wait he's a hybrid?
Frost: Kinda. His mom was a mutated human. Kinda like me and you but a little more off the evolutionary track.
Y: Right. And in guessing this whole situation was part of the reason why you and Y/N stopped talking.
Y slotted the radio into its compartment as he quickly tested it. It worked and he quickly shut it off.
Frost: I couldn't respect someone who would do that to Hunter.
Frosts fists clenched around the wheel.
Frost: He's just 3 years old, 2 when Y/N did what he did. He barely knows how to spell his name. Before the cores made him forget about Y/N he saw him as a dad. HE WAS A TODDLER!
Frost punched the dashboard shattering the radio.
Y: For fucks sake I gotta fix that again.
Frost: Sorry.... It just disgusts me.
Y: It's fine.
They suddenly heard the noise of porcelain scraping as they heard the Skibidi Toilet anthem.
Frost: Dammit.
Y: Oh shit the war in this universe isn't over is it?
Frost: Nope.
Frost turned around to Hunter.
Frost: You wanna sit this one out?
Hunter: sure.
Frost nodded as he and Y got up and stepped out the motorhome. Multiple tentacles extended from Ys back as Frosts core began spinning.
