"You don't have to do this.."

"Stop it"

"Please, do you really want to hurt other Goths because you lost your Goth?"

"Stop it you lousy Fake!" Nightmare Palette snarled, voice warping in anger. Goth flinched back, enough of his fragments were here that he could appear ghost like.

"I'm not a Fake..." he said quietly.

"Your all Fake," Nightmare Palette raged, throwing things against walls violently "Only my Goth was real!"

For a moment Goth thought he had pushed the unstable monster to far, as there goopy hand tightened around the orb surrounding there soul shards but then it loosed.

"Give me back my Goth... my friend, stop giving me these Fakes..." Nightmare Palette said curling up in a ball on the floor, tentacles hugging his small form.

"What was he like?" Goth asked softly, he could feel himself loosing focus and who knows when he could interact with others again.

"A treasure of a friend..."

He lost focus, fading away into the obs of shard

Palette got up, staring rather blankly at the things he had gathered. He'd have all the Goths, and soon he'd find a way to have his Goth back. He unlocked the door to another room, it was bare other then a table and what lay on it.

"Goth..." he breathed hands hovering over his Masterpiece, they looked exactly as they had before that day yet glowing like a ghost.

"Soon... soon you'll be by my side again," he whispered.

The Goth slept, lifeless and empty built from pieces of other Goths.