A Painter with a son of Death (Palette x Goth)

Chapter 1

"Pallette!! Breakfast is ready!" Ink shouted and put a plate down on a table. "Coming Mom!" [Fuck it I'm letting Palette calling Ink his mom :^)] Palette ran down stairs and saw a plate of waffles with a small spoon full of whipped cream with strawberries on top glazed with maple syrup. (Shit I'm now hungry.) "Wow mom it looks good!" Palette had a great joyful smile on his face. "Well you're going to paint walls as your small business I thought I should give you something special to eat." Ink smiled and continued cooking waffles. Dream walked down the stairs and kisses ink on the cheek. "Morning Inky!" "Morning Dream." Dream smiled and looked at Palette. "Morning Palette!" "Morning dad!" Dream looked at Palettes plate and chuckles. "I didn't know we're having waffles for breakfast." "Well I'm only making waffles for me and Palette, you should be able to make your own Dream." (SASSY INK IS IN DE HOUSE!!! Alright I'll shut up now.) Palette tries not to laugh and finishes up. After saying good bye to his parents Palette was first off to a small white house with little bushes of red roses next to the porch. "A-Are you P-Palette?" A small skeleton said wearing a white coat wearing a long red scarf matching the rose bushes. "Yes I'm! Nice to meet you! And your name is?" "I-I'm Goth" goth blushes and buried his head "n-nice to meet you." Goth mumbles. "Hey Goth no reason to be shy, I'm just your friendly house painter."