Afterdeath/Poth Story Pile (Complete)

Family Friendly Fight.

Goth was sitting at the dinner table, working on some math homework. He heard his dads phone go off, but thought nothing of it. Geno always had phone calls coming in from work, but Goth couldn't help but listen in when the mood of the call changed. "The cops? What's happening?" Goth was a little more intrigued, still thinking this was work related. Goth looked over, but Geno wasn't on his work phone. He was on his normal cell, and suddenly Goth was drawn to the situation. The house was quiet, and he could hear a frantic loud voice from the other end. It wasn't deep enough to be his father's, but it sounded familiar.

      He watched his dad furrow is brow bones, as if he was trying to desipher what was being said. "Cross calm down, I can't understand what's happening." Goth was now standing in the living room, Cross? Palette's stepdad? Why would he be- "Wait what!? Is anyone hurt?" Geno glanced at Goth, mouthing at him to grab his shoes and then pointed to the bat, Goth did so quickly, still paying attention to the conversation "Ok. Ok Goth and I will be there soon. So you tell him there's no reason to call the police-" Geno paused before taking the keys off the table, "I know that. Just try to keep him calm for now" Geno hung up and took his bat from Goth. "What's going on?" Goth asked as they rushed out of the car. Geno didn't answer, he was to busy calling someone else.

     Goth was admittedly upset by this, but he didn't say anything. The car ride there was tense and Goth attempted to get Geno to tell him why they needed to get there and why he needed the bat, but each attempt ended with no answer. Fianlly his boyfriends house was in view with five people sitting outside. One was being held back and the other was being held up. Once the headlights illuminated the crowed, Goth's face morphed into shock, being held back, he can hear Palette voice yelling. And they weren't even in the drive way. He was bleeding from his nasal bridge and mouth, his hat wasn't in sight and his shirt was covered in mud stains. On the reciving end, PJ stood, being held up by Dream and Ink, it was hard to tell, but PJ was in worse shape then is half-brother. They were spitting insults back at one another. And before Goth could snap back, he saw a sixth memeber join the group, Geno had already parked the car and walked out.

     Now standing between the two boys. Geno looked at Palette and yelled at him to get in the car. Which he did. Goth watched as the taller threw open the door and dropped inside. Goth could hear the rapid panting. Finally the two made eye contact. Goth went to say something but decided that might not be the best approach. He watched as the other looked outside, seeing everyone babying Paperjam. And Goth watched the anger spark in his eyes again. "I don't fucking get it!" Palette shouted turning around, his fist collides with the seat, which startled Goth. "Watch! Their going to baby him, treat him like he didn't throw the fist fucking punch! And then their not going to even ask my side of the story!" Goth reached to Palette's shoulder, being easy now that his partners head rested against the passenger seat.

    He rubs soft circles into his shoulder blade. "I'm listening. What happened?" Palette went to answer but Goth cut him off, already feeling the rage behind the breath in. "But first, take a deep breath and gather your thoughts." Palette huffed but did what Goth said anyways. "I didn't even want them over. But dad insisted that this would 'fix the problem' and sure it was working for them... But Paperjam is a total asshat. He didn't even try to be nice!" There was a pause, and anger finally turned into frustration, "they always expect me to be the happy one. They never want me to be angry-" "We both know that isn't true" Goth cut in. But Palette only grit his teeth "Then why do they get mad at me for defending myself!? I didn't even hit him that hard. I just landed two hits and shoved him on the ground. Meanwhile I'm sitting here, nose broken and I don't even want to know what he did to my arm! But no- it's going to be my fault... It always is" Soft sobs filled the car.

     Goth was at a loss for words. But the last sentence hit hard, he was going to respond, but was cut off by the driver side door opening, a bag being shoved in the back, and a very angry looking Geno took a seat in the car. Goth looked at his dad, about to ask if he was ok, "Are you out of your goddamn mind!? What were you thinking!? Did you know that they were going to ca-" "dad stop!" The car went dead quiet. "Just stop! What he did was stupid yes, but he only did it in self defense so why is it so hard to just let it go for the night?" Goth's confidence drops when Geno looks down at him, but nothing is siad as the drive back home. Once the car is parked, "Goth inside now." Goth looked at Geno, "no-" "this isn't debatable young man. Inside now." Goth bows is head and steps out and inside the house.

    It feels like an hour, but the two make it back inside, and there's nothing said until Goth and Palette are inside the shared room. Goth digs around under his bed and stuff the gap between the door and floor. Palette looked over from the small vanity in the corner, a couple of bandages placed on his nose and he was already working on his arm, "what are you doing?" Goth turns around holding up a bag, "you left your hookah and weed here." He says swaying the bag. "This is why I love you.... But I don't think we should, your dad might get even more mad at me." "My dad knows that it's here, remember when he walked in and we were high" the two laugh at the memory, Palette finishes his arm and sits down, grabbing the lighter in the drawer by Goth's bed, "are you still into witchy stuff?" Palette asks as he grabs the tin foil too.

   "Yea. I haven't touched my tarot cards in a hit minute but I will soon" "ooooo spoookkyyy" "oh shut up" Goth uses his shoulder to push the other gently, hearing Palette snort and laugh a bit. It made him feel a bit better seeing him happier. "Now where did you put my coals so we can light this"

Don't come at me, but lately I think Palette smoking weed is either the funniest or saddest thing ever. Cuz like imagine Cross or Dream finding a bong in Palette's room and he's just like "umm a really weird perfume bottle???" But I think he's probably smart enough to hide them. And Geno doesn't give a shit as long as their not buying it from the streets, and if there is an adult in the house. He also would take any car keys, cuz while Geno may be a chill as a parent, he isn't about to let these two drive high. But that won't stop Geno from fucking with them- I know what I'm gonna write as I brainstorm and plan Part 5 of criminal mind. But yea.///