The Artist and the Angel(A Poth story)

Chapter 23: Sorry....

I run to his house and see a front window broken, some shards of glass on the ground. I see a figure leave through a shattered back window when looking through this window. They come around to the front and shriek when they see me there.

"Why did my plan fail so badly? I wanted to take the kid, not kill him! Gaaaaah!"They yell, then teleport away

What?! How am I supposed to take that?

I climb inside through the window, determined to find Goth and find him. The house is empty, not even a sound made. I go to Goth's room, seeing a hole torn through the door. I see Goth's scarf on the floor and feathers leading down the hall. I gently nudge the door open, holding my breath as I prepare to see the worst on the other side.

Please don't be.....

I see Goth's clothes laying on the floor, his slippers turned on their sides and a hole slashed through the chest area of his shirt. I feel my soul stop beating. I kneel down, carefully touching the clothes to check for dust. There isn't any blood or dust on these clothes, which gives me some comfort and relief.

So that weirdo didn't kill him....But what did they do to him if not that? If his clothes are here, where is he? And in what condition?

My mind tries to think of what could be done to him, but there are too many possibilities. I shake away the images that came to mind.

I should get him some clothes for when I find him....Safe and sound, hopefully.

I get up, grabbing his scarf from the hallway and starting to check his drawers for another set of clothes in better condition. I hear some creaking from my right and glance over, seeing the gift I made for him sitting on the corner of his desk. The branch of the statue still shines in the light from the window with the words I carved into it, strong under the weight of the creatures I carved onto it. I go back to checking his drawers, then catch onto the mistake in my sight. I only carved one bird onto the branch. I glance back over, seeing what appears to be an exact clone of the kakapo I carved out sitting perfectly still on the branch beside it. Except of course for the blinks and heaving chest. As well as the different colors of their feathers than normal kakapos. Faint white and reds replace the green of their feathers. I could see this one visibly shaken up.

"Gothy...?"I say

The kakapo looks at me, recognizing the nickname. Then giving a nod, climbs off of the branch to the front of the desk. I set the clothes I gathered aside, stepping forward.

He's....alive! He's a bird but he's okay! I'm so relieved!

As soon as he sees that my hands are free, he leaps off the desk at me. I get knocked down to the floor as he cuddles into my arms, nuzzling his head under my chin.

"Gothy....I'm so sorry....Dream got upset that he didn't get his way or your help....He sent that weirdo after you....I can't believe him. He says he want to help but he has done everything to make things miserable. Abducting Radier and Gradient, now sending a nut case after you....I'm just glad that you're okay....I..."I sigh, wrapping my arms around him

He glances up at me and smacks me with his wing.

"Ow! What was that for? I said I am so-!"I begin

He smacks me again.

"So-!"

Smack again with a chirp and shake of the head. Now I caught onto it. He doesn't want me to apologize.

"How can I not feel...regretful? Guilty? Look at you! If I-!"I begin

He covers my mouth with a wing, shaking his head. I hear the front door open and heavy footsteps from down the hall.