You will love me! (Yandere Palette x Goth)

Chapter 8

Goth got up, having slight trouble but was still able to escape Palette's bear hug like embrace. He looked down at his clothes. They hadn't been washed in a few days and being in the woods doesn't make it better. They had slight ripes, few stains, and dirt marks.

"We didn't plan this very well.." Goth said with a soft sigh. He dusted off his dirty and now practically runied clothes. "This was may favorite jacket too.." he said with disappointment. He adjusted his scarf, which was always slightly ruined. It was about twenty to thirty years old and fixed and repaired a few times. But who's counting? Would this be the time it gets torn enough so it can't be fixed?

He simply shrugged and started to walk a light bit. He stopped in his tracks when reality hit him like large silver bullet to the skull. And it was fatil. Goth quickly ran over to Palette and shook him to wake him up. Palette stirred but his slowly opened. "What is it Goth?" Palette asked, sitting up and stretching.

"We have to go. They will be sending a search team after us again. This time they know the direction we are going! If they find us we're done for sure!" Goth said, acting as if they were criminals on the run. Though Goth hadn't done anything wrong. Plus, Goth wasn't good with lying and would easily break under pressure.

"Calm down Goth. We have a head start and if we work quit we could get out of this mess." Palette said, being call, trying to get Goth to be chill.

"Let's just start walking.." Palette said, grabbing Goth's hand and starting to walk deeper into the woods...

~le sexy time skip~

After hours of walking traveling, Goth and Palette were tried, hungry, thirsty, and scared. The sun was slowly setting in the west and the moon was rising in the east. A long low howl was  far out in the north but still close and there foot prints followed them from the south.

Palette was carrying Goth on his back from Goth's legs giving out. But Palette's legs were also close to giving up on him. Palette soon gave out a soft sigh and set Goth down. Palette sat next to a tree and let out low, heavy breathes, panting. Goth looking at Palette. Goth tried to stand and succeeded. But was still wabaly.

Goth sighed, wanting to be out of this mess. To be home with his parents. To sleep in his own bed. To go to school again. To see Cray again...

Tears came to Goth's eyes at the thought of Cray. Cray was the reason Palette did this. But Palette caused him to be in this mess. It was Palette's fault. Palette killed Cray. Cray was Goth's good friend. It was all a misunderstanding on Palette's part. He was blind. Goth was blind. Cray was blind. Cray is dead.

Goth hugged himself and turned away so he wasn't looking at Palette. If he still had the strength he would run away. Run as fast as he could. Away. He just wanted that this never happened. That he was back home. That it was all just a bad dream.

..this is all just a dream...

....it's fine.....

...this is all just a bad dream....

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