"Palette," Goth whispered, the taller skeleton turned and smiled at his long time friend.

"Whats up Goth," Palette chirped happily.

"I'm sorry," Goth said, and shattered.

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With barely a sound Palette landed on the ground, his gaze quickly taking in the scenery around himself. a mostly dead world. He winced, finding a soul fragment would not be fun here.

It had been years since that horrible days, the day Goth was attacked and soul shattered across multiple alter timelines. A fragment still existed in Goths body, keeping Goths body and mind comatose, unlikely to ever wake unless enough of his soul was recovered.

Death had raged and Geno heartbroken, there child.. there miracle child pretty much lost to them. Since then they'd been searching for those soul fragments, Dream and Ink helping there child also when they could with there duties.

Two days later he came across the fragment held by a child, to his regret he had to kill the child as the human child had used the fragment to bring this universe to a wasteland in his madness. he stared at the tiny shard of soul, a beautiful purple of familiar power.

"A hundred down... too many to go," Palette whispered, and left this universe to hopefully recover.