Palette was just like any other kid, looking for someone he wanted to be friends with. When his pinpricks landed on a small skeleton reading a book near his parents. Palette giggled and approached them.

"T...t-he wittle...b-b-b..." He stuttered, frowning up at one of his parents.

"Bunny. Can you say bunny, Goth?" He said, smiling down at the other. He just nodded before noticing Palette.

"Hwello!" Palette exclaimed, his stars shining. "I'm Pawette, what's your name?" He asked.

"O-oh! My name's Goth! Nice to meet you Palette!" Goth was obviously better at talking than Pally, but Palette didn't seem to mind.

"Wanna pway with me?" He smiled, almost jumping onto the bench they were sitting on.

"W-well...I-i...uh. Me and Mommy were rweading a book a-and..." Goth stuttered, looking at his mom desperately.

"You can go Gothy." Geno gave Goth a kiss on the forehead before Goth jumped down from the bench and ran off with Palette. Maybe Palette's life was turning around.
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Ever since then, Palette has tried to be optimistic, but it's hard to be when you're constantly in pain.

"PALETTE!" He jumped, quickly hiding his sketchbook. His parents already hated him enough, they didn't need another reason. "Palette! You need to wash the dishes and clean the living room." Palette accepted. He learned hard way not to disobey his "parents".

Palette's parents died years ago, so he was adopted by the jerks that are his "parents" now. They went so far as to almost rape him for not doing their chores for them.

After he finished, he went back to his room to sketch again. A lot of his recent art and sketches was vent art and an accuracy reflection of his emotional state. (Author~Senpai too!)

Palette would be starting a new school on Monday. He would try to hide as much scars, cuts, and bruises as possible. Hopefully, school wouldn't be hell like his life was currently. Maybe he would see Goth again. But that was 8 years ago, he was only 4. Not like anyone cared anyways.

(Monday~)
It was Monday. Hopefully, he wasn't starting another hell. He would ride the bus there and back. He didn't want to get hurt and have to be picked up because he wouldn't hear the end of it. "Useless." "Stupid." "Mistake." "Why were you ever born?" "Nobody wants you."

He wouldn't be able to deal with it. It would just like more scars on his not so pure white bones. But Palette promised to his parents that he would stay positive, but at this point it was so hard what was the point?

After getting ready and sitting way in the back by himself on the bus, he stared blankly at everyone who was having fun, talking to friends, laughing. Why can't he be like that? Then he noticed someone sitting alone, reading a book. Their actions reminded him of Goth, so he sat next to them.

"Can I sit here?" He asked. They just giggled.

"Yeah, if you want to be teased for hanging out with a social outcast." He looked up at Palette. He smiled. "But, I don't mind. You can sit with me." Palette smiled sheepishly, staring into their beautiful singular eye. He swore he knew him but...it was like a distant or glitched memory. Maybe...this would be a turning point in his life.

Once the two arrived at school, they had a decent conversation until some girls walked over and tripped Goth.

"O-ouch." The girls just laughed at him, until Palette but in.

"Leave him alone!" Palette growled, helping Goth to his feet. They stopped laughing and stared at him.

"What's a pretty boy like you doing with a loser like him." The "main" one asked glaring at Palette slightly. Goth.slightly flushed in embarrassment. There go my chancing of making a friend. He thought, tearing up slightly.

"I don't know who you're talking about. Goth is amazing!" Palette immediately covered his mouth after saying that.

"H...how did you know...my name?" Goth asked, looking stunned when Palette faced him. He couldn't reply, he just ran off.

(I guess this is part 1? This was obviously inspired by the amazing 12Keanna 👌)