(Incubux's POV)
I felt nothing... sometimes a little happiness from family but mostly nothing... nothing but emptiness... But suddenly... worry was sent straight through me... My uncle... was staying with us... why? wasn't he supposed to be with Pallete? This only had my mind running in an endless maze of confusion. it felt suffocating.
My dear cousin... Pallete Roller... I could see why others had gotten so close to him... even if he was disabled... With a great look as well as personality people were naturally attracted... i was glad about that... if someone were ever mean to him I would take time out of my day to make them suffer... I wasn't as innocent as my father, Cross... I was more like my mother, Nightmare. I was caring but Vicious and violent.
I was upset when I heard about Dream and Ink's divorce. it felt like a knife through the soul for Pallete... he cried for hours before I could get him to calm... I could tell Dream was hurt deeply from this as well. Dream usually had this glowing happiness radiating from him but... it was just dark and empty.
I wondered what had been going on behind the doors of the Drink family home but I could never figure out... I wondered if Pallete would be safe... I could only hope...
YOU ARE READING
A Star Ahead
AdventureAn overwhelming fear started to write all over the splotches of color on the paper. soon there was too much black... Everything shut down (FINALLY A POTH STORY I MIGHT BE ABLE TO FINISH) (Title art does not belong to me. I might make my own title l...
