There was nothing to do. Goth lay on the sofa watching a fly bang into a window.

Palette was busy.
His parents were in town.

There was the TV but Reaper had lost the remote and the TV was stuck on an annoying channel.
The WiFi was also turned off. Geno had also hidden the plug.

Goth rolled off the sofa a looked up at the snow white roof. His tummy grumbled. Goth groaned, there wasn't much to eat. Being the bored child he was Goth rolled over to the cupboard and pulled out a loaf of bread. Dumping it next to the toaster he sighed.

Goth looked at the toaster he never realized how shinny it was. He carefully ran his fingers across the cold metal looking at his reflection.

It was beautiful.
The toaster not him.

Goth ran his hand down the cord. He loved the feel of the smooth black plastic.

Goth always loved Palette.
But Palette didn't understand him as much as the toaster did.
The toaster had always been there.

Goth unplugged the toaster and kissed it. Holding it tight to his chest Goth ran to his room. He lay on his bed hugging the toaster not bothered by the burnt toast crumbs falling onto him.

Goth was too busy admiring the toaster to hear his parents return.
He didn't hear Geno call his name. He didn't hear the creak of the floor boards as Geno approached his room.

The door opened.

Creeeeaaak

Goth looked up at his parent hugging the toaster "I can explain"