Palette's POV
"I'm sorry about this, Palette."Goth sighs as we lay on his bed together
His favorite doll, Toby, is being held tightly to him.
"Sorry for what?"I ask
"I....I just wanted to invite you over but my dad turned it into an investigation opportunity before I even went over to you. It feels wrong...as if I set you up.....And he invited my uncles over which will only be worse....They're going to be merciless....Maybe I should just walk you home so you don't get put through that."He says
I chuckle, surprising him.
"Goth, I knew that becoming your friend wouldn't be easy. They're lovingly protective of you and there's nothing wrong with that. The looks your dad or brother give me at school told me plenty. I knew what I was coming into. But it isn't the worst thing. I can handle it."I say
"What do you mean? There's been worse?"He asks
"Well......"I say, thinking back on the memory
"Brother! Look! You are an uncle now!"My father cheered
"You can hold him! Here! YEET!"My dad said, throwing me
SLAP!
"Get that abomination away from me! It's disgusting!"My uncle snapped
"Brother! You made him cry!"Father said
"GOOD!"My uncle growled
".....Let's just say there have been more interesting introductions than this."I say
Like being tossed and hit like a baseball.....
He frowns, looking concerned.
"I had to learn my batting skills from somewhere, don't you think?"I say jokingly with a laugh
That got him laughing a bit.
"What did you do to a baseball player to get that lesson?"He asks
"I sucked at it during a game to a frustrating point for them. Couldn't hit the ball in the right direction."I chuckle, making up the story on the spot
He chuckles.
"Kids! Dinner is ready!"Mr. Geno shouts
I follow Goth to the dining room where they settle into their usual seats. I see his uncles that he warned me about. Uncle Death and Uncle Glitch. I could easily tell the difference between the two sides of the family and they had a spare seat between them. Mr. Glitch glares at me much like his brother had while Mr. Death is much more friendly like Mr. Reaper, giving me a warm smile and wave. Goth sits between his siblings across from my seat. I quickly get the sitting situation settled, giving the uncles notes I made for them. That eased the tension.
"It's nice to meet you, Palette. Thank you for the sweet note."Mr. Death says
"Yes, sweet."Mr. Glitch says
"No problem!"I say
Mr. Glitch leans close, narrowing his eye at me.
"I know the truth about you, Palette. Intruding on our AU, tch. You better give good reasons to trust you given that you're not what you say you are as far as living in the neighborhood goes."He whispers
I feel a chill go down my spine and bow my head. Then he jolts as if he got kicked.
"Behave."A panther tells him
"Wha-?"He begins
"Don't scare off his friend. Goth cares about him and you'd be a hypocrite."The Reaperling says
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The Artist and the Angel(A Poth story)
Fanfiction*THIS IS A SEQUEL TO MY AFTERDEATH BOOK: A TALE OF DEADLY LOVE! PLEASE READ THAT FIRST TO UNDERSTAND SOME PLOT HERE! It isn't anything major, but having that knowledge may help your reading experience and enjoyment. Your choice at your own pleasure*...
