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Gosh, I haven't updated in forever, I was losing interest in Poth and hated my writing style.

But don't worry, I still love Poth, just not as much as before.

Sorry if this chapter is bad, I'm experiencing with my new writing style, and I haven't slept yet, it's 6:54AM, uhg, stupid insomnia.)

Also, sorry it's so short, I'm losing braincells on how to connect the story plot line to the ideas I have for the future of this story.

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Goth has gotten small things in his eye sockets all the time, especially when he was younger. This was no different. He just needed to rest, get the object out of his body, which he has already done, and let the pain subside on its own. You can't really make it go away. Everything takes time.

It's been about three minutes since the small accident, can you even call it an accident? Whatever, Goth didn't need that on his mind, especially since he's leaning on Palette's chest. Something that's been only in his dreams.

"Are... Are you okay now? Are you still hurt? Do I need to take you to the nurse? Or the doctor? The... hospital..?!" Palette spoke faster and faster, and his voice got more shakey. Oh. Goth forgot that Palette doesn't know that he is perfectly fine. It was just like tripping. You get hurt, and the pain sticks with you for a good half hour, then it leaves. But for Goth, the pain stays for about three hours.

"Yes, I'm fine. It'll go away in a few hours." Goth's voice wavering, since he just stopped crying and the horrible pain still there. As much as he didn't want to, Goth moved his head away from Palette's boney figure, and slowly got up, proving his point that he was fine. Though Palette looked horrified. The stars that represented his eyes will filled with shock, worry, anxiousness, fear.

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Palette hated-- hates seeing blood.  Especially on himself and ones he cares about. Though he does get in fights sometimes, he does his best not to injure anyone enough to show blood. He doesn't know why, it just triggers him, enough to bring tears them his eyes.

He couldn't say anything when he saw a bit of blood leaking from Goth's eye socket. He slowly lifted his trembling gloved hand to his own eye, tears just barely starting to show up in his eyes. Goth seemed to have got the message and quickly wiped away the blood from his eye, while Palette slowly got up, his figure just a few centimeters taller than Goth.

Still trembling, he slowly wrapped his arms around Goth's torso and pulled him closer to himself not realizing that heat immediately went up to Goth's while cheekbones. After a few good seconds, Goth hugged back.

Then, Goth suddenly, and violently, flinched. Which made Palette immediately think he did something wrong, or hurt Goth more. He quickly pulled back from the hug, and firmly held onto Goth's shoulders. Which made Gith's cheeks flame a dark purple. The look on Palette's face basically screamed What's wrong?!

"I forgot that I was supposed to walk with Luna, Frisk, and Chara to the bus... And I was supposed home right about now..." Goth started, with a quiet voice. "I'm sorry to cut this short, but I have to go, and... see someone..." An awkward silence. "Urm, text me later." He finished while pushing Palette's hands away, and teleported away.

Who is Goth seeing? Palette thought, as a mental ping a pain hit him in the chest. What was he feeling?

Jealousy?