The Switch

Precious - Fell Goth(Lotus)'s Side

It was another dull day. You could tell without even looking out the window. So, I decided to do what I did whenever it was gloomy; lock myself in my room and read from my books. I recently went into the attic in our old, creepy house, and it turns out some of Reaper's old necromancy journals and lesson planners were in this beat up box. I brought it into my room, since I needed something new to pass the time, anyway. Not to mention how I'm supposed to end up as a reaper sooner or later. So here I am, laying on my bed, reading from this dusty old book, when I hear a pounding at the door. Tossing the book aside, I went and unlocked, only to find a familiar trio bursting in.
'Classic' Goth ran in, ducking behind me and grabbing hold of my bony shoulders. Before I could comment, I heard the yelling as two boys pushed and fought each other on their way up the stairs. It suddenly clicked, and I turned around. "Goth, are they really at it again?", I asked, noticing the frightened look on his face. All I got from him was a nod, before I ran outside to break apart the fight. The minute I hovered my hand over Rurik's shoulder, he whipped his head around and scowled at me.
"Can't you see this is all HIS fault? It wasn't me this time!", he said, making me freeze in place. I shrugged my shoulders and pulled him away from Palette.
"Why can't you just tell me what's going on? Someone is going to get seriously hurt!", I said, trying to dictate my 'friend'. He just kept stepping towards me until we were backed up into my room, Palette following after us. I stuck my arms out, just in case he had any ideas about hurting Goth. After Palette stormed in, the two were at it again. All of a sudden, Rurik had pushed Palette—in a very violent manner— into my bookshelf, causing a neat jar on the top shelf to fall. I wasn't quick enough to save it, and it crashed to ground, shattering and blowing shards of glass everywhere. I covered mine and Goth's eyes, trying not to get anything sharp stuck inside our skulls. There was a flash, I could tell even from the black cloth and bone covering my face. Once I opened my eyes, my mouth hung open and my sockets brimmed with tears. My precious green rose had taken some damage, and I wasn't strong enough to heal something completely destroyed.
Palette and Rurik seemed to have passed out, and I turned to Goth, tears still pouring down my face. "Do you need help getting him home?", I asked while dabbing my face with the corner of my cloak. He nodded his head, and I leaned down to hoist up the brightly dressed skeleton. We eventually made our way to Ink, who decided he would take his son and Goth home, himself.
As I returned home and opened the door to my room, I noticed Rurik was laying there with his eyes wide open. I sighed, kneeling down and yanking him up by the arm. He looked afraid, almost like he was about to cry. He glanced around the room, before opening his mouth and yelling,
"Where's Goth? I need to get him before he gets hurt! Where is he?", he asked in a panicked tone. I put my hand on his chest, pushing him out of my room.
"What the hell are you talking about? He already went home, and he probably wouldn't have wanted to bring you!", I said with a snarky tone, before slamming my door in his face. I heard him sputtering at my door for a minute, before he walked away.