PJ's Daycare (My Version)

Part 9

"Hm? Oh... uh... yes, I... I just... I'm worried about Milly with the other caretakers... I... I've taken a liking to her... not in a weird way! Gosh! Don't want another....... uh...... incident...... like with Fresh......"

PJ sighed, putting a hand to his head. He remembered how Fresh had gotten jealous of his girlfriend, and... his girlfriend found out and called him a..... p word... then he was almost arrested... not fun memories.

"Milly just... has a place in my soul... she's so shy that the smallest change sends her into a bit of a panic... I'm scared is all...... I don't want anything to happen...... Goth is very sweet, but when it comes to Bluescreen and Palette...? They'll be that energetic that Milly will run off and hide..."

Meanwhile...

Goth glanced over, a bright purple blush on his skull, "Wh-what? H-he... he couldn't have...... meant that...! It had to have been something else!"

Milly hid under the table, curled up. She was trying to focus on her book, but it was impossible. So, she pulled out her phone, and started to play some music. It was a piano piece, slow and soft.

Goth was snapped out of his embarrassed state when he heard that music. He glanced over, seeing Milly reading calmly under the table.

".... Wow...... a-ahem! Back to the matter at hand, how do you even know I was talking about Cray? I never mentioned any names. Furthermore, Palette and I are besties. How would he....... see me as........ anything more.....?" Goth looked down, small streams of tears falling from his eyes.

Milly glanced up from her book, hearing Goth quietly crying. Without thinking twice, she stood up, walking over to him. She placed a hand on his scarf, gently pulling.

"M-Mr Goth...?" She uttered quietly.

He looked down, startled.

"A-are you... okay...?" Milly asked.

Goth smiled, tears still falling, "Y-yes... just...... some bad thoughts...... that's all......"

"..... I've had those a few times..."

"Wait..... what...?" Goth asked.

Milly jolted in shock at her own words, and scurried back under the table, continuing her book.

"......" Goth sat in silence, thoughts running through his head. A mix of Palette liking him fantasies, and the larger half...

"What did she mean by she's had bad thoughts too...?"