Act I.Dare to Hope (A ROTG/GOC Fanfiction)

.Chapter IX.

Moors was doing his job,which was pretty young for a spirit to do,well,in his own job.He was dripping tears of other spirits in vials,they were like teeth,able to store memories,just that tears...were sad memories.Collision was helping him,
his hands moving in a superhuman speed by storing tears in vials like he usually does with his chemicals.They were both silent,as if they knew the job was never meant for them.Out of a sudden,Moors blurted out,"U-um,do you like Pitch?".Collision raised an eyebrow at this question,his hands stopping and setting down the vials he was holding onto the grass.

"Of course I do,dear Moors.We have a lot in common,he likes tea,I like tea.He has a lot of hobbies,I have a lot of hobbies.He's very polite and sometimes ambitious,well not too..."Collision chuckled before continuing,"Considering he always like a friendly chat or two."He ended,brushing his thumb on Moors' exposed face,golden eyes stared back at him as he did so.Moors giggled and hug his arm,which he hugged back..in a awkward way considering he wasn't used to physical touch..yet.He wrapped his arms around the smaller spirit slowly and pat his back..in a awkwardly fashioned way.

"Well look at the time Moors!Its dinner."The scientist alerted the spirit and proceeded to give the spirit a piggyback ride.Moors climbed onto his back gleefully and climbed his back.They proceeded to exit the garden and go the dining area,where high rankings council members were allowed to be there.Everyone was there(minus Fail,Pitch and Cabier due to a hurricane and probably one of them trying to get back his sand cause a little more nightmares)Ernaline was always at the first end of the table while Grace and Venom was next to her left,sitting next to each other.Fail and Cabier would sit next to the siblings with Pitch at Ernaline's right(if he was here)Jester sat to his right followed by Collision and Moors.

The room was barely noisy,with the occasion clanking of (sometimes loud)chattering of speech.Collision placed Moors on his seat,before looking at his meal and grabbed his utensils.It was nothing much today,just some spaghetti and tea(Moors is banned from them).Time passed and soon Collision had to get back to his laboratory,much to Moors' fruitless efforts to get him out of the lab,which he called 'a grey room'.

In the dimly lit laboratory nothing but the machines caught his first gaze,there was no movement or odor of any kind.There were lights,but just like stars in the night,they do little to lift the darkness-only showing plasma screens of giant computers lifted by metal sticks which can be adjusted.Several tables were next to each computer,filled with materials and vials of strange glowing liquid;it was strange to others,but not with Collision.His passion for Science can't be put into words,but rather into the things he does.He started developing a passion for Science when he received a science kit at a young age,the ways things work and why had always been the forefront of his mind.

During his early times,he would find great delight in examining anything that could fit underneath the lens of his microscope,he could never forget the first look at the intricate detail of a butterfly wing.He brushed the computer's screen which flowed brightly in the dark room,he didn't bother to switch on the lights.The smell of labs would always remind him of home,where he would spend hours and hours of researching on a specimen he would find.His eyes were as bright as the plasma screens,darting from the small vial of nightmare sand,that flowed around like water,interesting to Collision's eyes.

He was almost as old as Ernaline,in fact..he was working for the Lunanoff as their 'scientist' or rather most of the time Tsar would play with him and Nightlight.Remembering that crushes his heart,or what was left of it-he wasn't human anymore,his heart will never be-the day that his King and Queen died while their only son was gone;on the Moon where Collision can never reach and Nightlight was gone...only to reappear decades later,only to give away his immortality and die.He never wanted that ending,he wanted to be with the royal family singing silly songs with Tsar.He couldn't blame Pitch,he couldn't blame anyone.

He just wanted

To have a family

And not be alone.

Written on Thursday,19 of April
Word count:764 (not counting this)