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Doodles

Goth stared.

He really couldn't help it.

Ink was loud, loud and annoying and way to bright.

There was also a strange feeling of disconnect, of emptiness from the monster... fake.

He disliked him immediately, and did not like the way the monster tried to get him to play with him. Goth was a child and this was a grown monster... hopefully, why would he want to play with him?

Then there was Dream, who seemed obsessed with positivity and his brother... really did the guy never stop saying save his brother. From what, from what they described of Nightmare was a being opposite of Dream. Sounded like eh was doing his job, even he amnesic child he was understood positivity was nothing without negativity.

How could one understand happiness, if one didn't understand unhappiness?

He liked Blue, how at least understood that introducing the babybones to his two friends may have been a mistake.

In fact, he kind of looked like he didn't want to be there.

Oh... was Blue lonely, he would too with how Ink and Dream seemed to live in there own fantasies.

Finally what seemed to be an eternity Blue portalled them home, he felt exhausted and drained from the two monsters pretending to adult.

"It was.. interesting," Goth said as they got home.

"You can tell the truth kid," Blue said, his face no longer having that bigger then life grin he seemed to wear often.

"I don't like them, there just.... weird," Goth said making a face, or rather they were too off "You fine Blue, your sane."

"Just be careful who you say that to Goth, some people get really nasty about anyone saying anything bad against Ink and Dream," Alter told him frowning.

"They.. have met ink and Dream right?" Goth said in disbelief.

Blue broke down laughing.

"Is it something I said?" Goth asked confused.

"No... just how quickly you saw them as they really are, mind if I visit more often Goth?" Blue asked eyes shining, and very real.

He traded looks with his guardian, Alter smiled.

"Sure," Goth said.

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"Brother..."

Sans.. or Reaper to the wider multiverse sighed, turning to his Papyrus "Whats up bro?"

"You need to stop doing this Sans," Papyrus said, pulling his sibling into a hug.

"I hate this..." Sans whispered.

"I know brother, but we'll fix this.. we'll find Geno," Papyrus promised.

"Its been eons, whoever took him hid him well. I only know he's alive since I haven't felt his soul," Sans whispered.

Papyrus continued to hug his grieving sibling,

"We we're planning a family..."

The god of gentle deaths could only wish he could do more.