Poth

YANDERE PALETTE!!

I got nothing to say so enjoy-

Goths Pov

"Alright. Are you some timeline or Au? Because from what I can tell, Palette isn't like that." I say sternly. "..." Palette is silent for a bit. He then sighs and adjusts himself a bit.

"I'm from another timeline actually," Palette starts. "A timeline where things didn't go as planned, I went to a mental hospital, broke out a couple times, and will always find..." Palette cuts off.

"What I'm... looking for..." He said the last two words strangely. As if it wasn't 100% true, but not false either.

Mental hospital..? Broke out..?

I somehow teleport away, now standing in the middle of my room. I then am able to get a better look at him.

The only noticeable and note worthy things are that his eye lights are now red stars, not yellow. They also seem to be a lot sharper. There are bags under his eyes, and he does seem to be tired.

Palette then snaps his fingers and teleports behind me.

"Gothy~ That wasn't very nice~" Palette said sadly in my 'ear.' I struggled, but couldn't break free. I was scared now.

"Don't worry! I'm not gonna hurt you!" Palette said, though it didn't ease me at all. "And how do I know that..!?" I ask, still struggling. Palette then snaps again, and teleports us onto the bed. He holds me by the wrists to pin me down, and is sitting on top of me. He then continues to talk.

"Because," Palette leans down, and whispers in my 'ear.' "You're the one monster I care about..." Palette says quietly.

Palette then starts giggling, louder and louder. He's right next to my ear, so it seems like he's screaming. He keeps repeating 'I Love You.' He then breaks to a full on panic attack. "I love you Gothy! I'll NEVER let anyone hurt you or touch you..! NO ONE will mess with you! We'll live together! Away from your shitty 'Family!"

Palette keeps staring down at me, repeating 'I love you' and smiling creepily. I struggle, but can't move. I'm so scared, and I want some one to come help.

This continues for a while. I'm scared and hoping that someone will come help me... And my prayers are answered.

Ink kicks open the door, causing Palette to turn his head to him. He looks enraged as he sees Ink. "Alright Bitch! Get off the child!" Ink says as he throws a paint ball at Palette. The paint spreads and creates chains around him.

"Idiot... I broke out of the most secured mental hospital, THREE.TIMES. Do you really think mere chains, would stop me!?" Palette says as he snaps his fingers and they dissolve. Ink gets a face of worry as he sees this, but stands his ground,

Palette leaps to him, his Paint Roller in hand. They fight for a bit. Until finally, one of them is able to strike the other...

The end of Palette's Roller stabs into Inks shoulder. Palette just smiles widely and looks down at him. "I broke out of jail...a mental hospital...I've avoided the cops...killed half of them as well... Did you REALLY think...you could take MY. GOTHY. AWAY FROM...ME???? I will always find him, no matter what... so Ink... go fuck yourself... and think about how stupid you are..."

Palette then turns to me... he smiles happily as he picks me up and snaps his fingers. We end up teleporting to the woods. To a nice little pond out in the far corners. Palette holds me close, muttering under his breathe. "I'll always find you..." We sit there. Me not being able to escape him...