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The next week was torcher for Pallete. Cray had asked out Goth and he accepted. Pallete was happy that Goth had found love, or close enough to it, but at the same time, he had fully died inside. "Um hey Pallete? You alright? You haven't talked to anyone in a while..." Goth was concerned for his friend, Pallette was never this quiet. Never. "Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine.." Pallete muttered. Goth had an idea. "Hey, wanna come over this weekend? Reaper and Geno will be out, so I've got the house to my-" he was cut off by Cray. "Hey Gothy, whatcha doing?" Cray asked Goth as he walked up to them. "Oh, just talking to Pallete.. Why? Did you need me?" Goth asked. "I was thinking you could come over tonight?" Cray said, as Goth went red (more like purple). Pallete's eyes widened at what Cray meant.
Pallete walked to his house alone. Usually he would walk home with Goth, but seince the Cray thing that had changed. "I'm hoome" Pallete called to the empty house. He saw a Post-It note on the fridge as he went to get a drink. 'hey Pallete, me and Dream went out with Geno and Reaper for the day, stay safe! Love, Ink' it said. Pallete muttered something under his breath as his phone went off. He unlocked it and saw a text from Goth. 'help meh plz Palle' it said. Pallete smiled at the nickname and texted back, 'with wot?' almost emidetly, Goth replied, 'Cray......he's trying to seduce me.....'  Pallete's eyes opened wider, slightly pissed. 'WHAT!?' he had reached his limit with Cray this time. He was going to tell Geno and Reaper, they should handle this. But at the same time, Goth was Pallete's everything, he couldn't just let Cray get away with this!! Good thing he had Reaper's phone number. 'hey uh Reaper?' 'yea Palle?' 'aperintly Cray is trying to seduce Goth' 'YO WHAT!?' Pallete sent him a screenshot of what Goth had sent, and got a call from Goth, witch he answered. "Palle what did you do? Mom's mad now..." Goth sounded annoyed. "I may have told Reaper that Cray was trying to seduce you.." Pallete slowly answered. Goth sighed. "You can be just like Ink, ya know that?" Pallete laughed a bit. "Yeah I know. At least I didn't go crazy on him like Ink does with Fresh," 'i would have though...' he added to himself. "Yeah I know... I'm glad you didn't actually... He can be really nice once you get to know him.. plus I don't think I've told you this but Cray has been a childhood friend of mine" Goth didn't sound as annoyed as before, and Pallete heard the front door. "I think Mom and Dad are home, I'll be right back." With that, he ended the call, put his phone on the table and facepalnted on his bed. "Pallete you okay?" Ink asked as he walked in. "I'm fine...I lied. I'm dying inside."