Painfully Obvious. [Fell Poth || REWRITTEN]

Chapter 11

The next time Goth ran into Palette was at a bar, a gay bar to be more exact. Like two water droplets running down a car window, they always met, somewhere, somehow.

It had been awkward nonetheless, and Goth hadn't come out to enjoy himself, but to pick up Cray, who had drunken himself shitless. Goth found himself hurrying past Palette without a glance, going straight to Cray.

Cray was arguing with the bartender, as Goth tried to carry him away with an apologetic smile.

"Of course I dress well, I didn't spend that much time in the closet for nothing." Cray managed to scoff out, and the bartender laughed.

"He can come back anytime if he's always this funny." The bartender said to Goth who smiled tensely as Cray muttered a 'damn right' before dragging him back past Palette and out the door.

Luckily for him, Palette was too lazy to run after him or too drunk to realize what had just passed.

The next time Goth sees Palette is at the waterfalls, it's silent with the sound of crashing water echoing in the background as the echo flowers light up the world.

This is the rift between dimensions, this is the portal that links Underfell, and Undertale. As they call them, though Goth knows there's many more worlds that are just beyond their reach.

It's funny, how ironic it is.

The sun is just beginning to rise as Goth reaches the waterfall to dip his hand in.

It's... cold, and it's a strange chilling feeling that runs down his spine. No one usually crosses through the portal since neither are accustomed to the others worlds peaceful or genocidal ways.

But someone just crossed over, and Goth gets a glimpse of a snow, white cloak on a small frame and he knows who it is almost instantly.

It's the other Goth, and he doesn't seem happy.