You will love me! (Yandere Palette x Goth)

Chapter 6

Goth held the books he had found close to his clothed ribs. Palette say this and chuckled. "You are a book worm, artcha?" Palette said with a small laugh. Goth just looked at the book. Palette sighed. Goth always has sensitive and shy.

Palette hated to see Goth like this. It hurt him to see Goth scared and sad.
Palette stood and walked over to Goth. Goth hugging his books as Palette's footsteps made small 'thud' noises from his boots. Palette placed his boney hands on Goth's shoulders and turned the chair around so Goth faced him.

"Was I to demanding?" Palette asked in a strangely sweet voice. Goth was expecting a harsh voice and maybe even him getting slapped or something. "I'm sorry senpia, I'm sorry I got us into this." Palette said with a sad sigh. What did Palette mean? Goth was unaware if the complete situation. Goth looked up with a confused face. Palette walked out of the room.

After a minute full of quite and light shuffling noises, Palette came back ti Goth holding a twisted up newspaper.

(If you are unaware of a newspaper because you spend to much time on the Internet or because this world is full of technology, it is a handful of papers with the news you would find on tv or the Internet with coupons and comic strips. My favorite comic being Garfield. If you do not know what Garfield is then go educate yourself you lifless bitch. Back to story)

Palette unfolded the rolled up wad of paper. He pulled a single piece out of the rest and placed the single next to Goth on the table and the rest of the paper on the corner if the table. Goth looked at the paper and gasped, seeing his, Palette's, and Cray's face on the page. "Three teens gone missing, police assuming the worst.." Goth said in a quiet whisper but still audible voice. Goth kept reading

Police are on the search or three teenage boys who have gone missing only three days ago. Palette, a sixteen year old boy, son of Ink and Dream sans. Goth, son of Geno and Reaper Afterdeath. And Cray, adopted son of Fresh Radical. The three boys were last seen at Underhigh last Friday night at a basketball game, all seen toghter. Cray's car was still in the lot but Palette's was not. They have sadly found Cray's dust and blood in a dumpster behind the school and police assume the same for Palette and Goth but no proff of the two's death has been found. The police are still on the search. If you have any sightings of the two boys, please call authorities imedently.

Goth had his mouth covered as he read the newspaper article. "Palette.. did you.. kill...". "Yes, I did, I am sorry Goth." Palette said, answering Goth's question before he could completely answer it. Palette knelt down infront of Goth. "I'm sorry Goth, I over reacted to Cray. I saw him as a road block in the way of me and you Goth. I love you, more than a friend. I just wanted it to be you and me. Just you and me" Palette said, kissing Goth on his cheek bone lightly.

Goth's cheek bones dusted with a light purple blush. Could he love someone who brutality murdered his old friend just so they could be together? "I need time.." Goth said in a shaky voice. Palette nodded, completely understanding his senpia's words. Goth didn't know how to feel after all of this. Should he be happy? Sad? Scared? Angered? Goth felt all of this emotions at the same time, mixing toghter and fixing each other.

Goth just wrapped his own arms around himself...

(Tem skip)

After a week had passed and the police still had no sign Palette and Goth. But the two were perfectly fine. Goth had started to grown used to his new life, and started to somewhat like it. Palette still showed his love to his senpia. Every night, before the two went to sleep, Palette would tell Goth he loved him. But Goth always said that he knew he did.

Soon, the two started to run out of good food. (*gasps* my worst fear!) So, Palette had to leave the house, go into town, and buy some more food. But, he didn't want to be seen by the public so he hid his face. So he wore clothes to cover his body and face. He grabbed his truck keys and wemt over to Goth.

"Go into the basement until I come down to get you. I just want you to be safe, there can be drunks out here sometimes and break into empty houses. Lock the door and stay down there, I'll only be gone for about ten two twenty minutes." Palette said. Goth was confused by Palette's actions and idea but the thought if a drunk man breaking into the house sent a ice cold shiver up Goth's spine.

So Goth did as Palette suggested and went into the basement and locked the door from the inside. In the basement was a pool table, a mini fridge, a large couch, bean bag chairs and a tv. Goth decided to watch the tv but keep it at a very low volume incase of a drunk getting into the house. If one did, Goth definitely did not want it knowing he was down here. Goth heard the front door close and Palette drive off in his car.

Goth turned on the tv to a random channel and sat in a bean bag chair and started to watch the tv. It was a talk show with a ghost and a robot with black hair and long legs with pink pump like boots. Goty rolled his eyes. "Mettiton". He let out a small chuckle and watch the show.

After about five minutes later, Goth heard the door unlock, which confused Goth. 'Didn't Palette say the nearest sight of life was two miles away?' Goth said, turning off the tv, but not making any noise. There was footsteps and a voice talking to itself. It was unfamiliar and definitely not Palette.

The foot steps walked up the stairs, but soon came back down. Goth just held his breathe, though he did lock the door so the intruder won't be able to get him. The knob jiggled and Goth believed he was safe. But his soul sank as keys shuffled on a ring and the door was unlocked.

"Thought the basment was never lock-" A voice said but stopped as they stood at the top if the stairs, looking down at Goth.

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Yes I leave cliffhanger cuz I evil and want to bug you guys ^-^