Soft noises were drew out of Pastel as pain ran through his arms. His hand shook as he drew the blade away from his left arm. Pastel sniffled as he felt blood gush out of the many cuts that had decorated his outer and inner forearm.
Pastel wiped his eyes before switching the knife to his left hand. He laid out his right arm, his vision starting to blur as he thought of how upset his parents would be after the vile deed had come to a close. He felt the tears fall into his lap as he started to slice his right arm with the blade.
Pastel let out a shriek of pure agony as his hand had slipped, making a deep incision in his bones. He dropped the knife, that being to much for him to take. He started to hear footsteps from down the hall, knowing exactly what would happen next. He didn’t even bother to hide the evidence, they probably knew what was going on already.
Goth flung the door to Pastel’s room open, Palette behind him. Palette was the one who started to scream when he saw Pastel, but was quickly silenced by Goth. Goth walked over to Pastel who started to stutter.  “M-Momma! I-I’m sor-“ Pastel was cut off by Goth picking him up, being careful not to hurt him even more.
“Shh…I know you are, but right now that’s not important.”
Goth started to walk out of the room, with Pastel safe in his arms. “Right now, you need to be cleaned up.” Palette had started to follow Goth, striding up next to him. Palette looked at Pastel, beginning to speak. “What were you thinking?” Palette said, in a different tone than usual. Pastel was taken aback by this new tone and cried more.
“Palette!” Goth snapped back at him. “Don’t speak to him like that!” Palette said a quick apology as they started to head down the stairs.
Goth walked into the kitchen, placing Pastel on the counter before going to the bathroom to grab gauzes, a towel, and some soap. Pastel sniffled as he waited for Goth to come back. Palette leaned on the counter, causing Pastel to look over at him. “Again, I’m sorry for yelling at you bud…But still, why’d you do it?” Palette asked in a softer tone, not wanting to upset Pastel again. Pastel sniffled again before responding. “I just…I d-deserve pain…” He said softly
“What?!” Palette responded, sounding shocked. “Why would you deserve to be hurt?”
“Have you e-even looked at m-me, Papa? I’m a freak…” Pastel sniffled again.
“Pastel…You’re not a freak…” Palette said, worry showing in his eyes. We’re kids still picking on his son? Palette clenched his fist, feeling anger begin to wash over him. “You’re just…different is all.”
“Then why do people hate me? We’re all different in some way, why can't I be treated the same?” Pastel lamented. Palette paused for a while before responding.
“Pastel, you know your blood type right?” Palette asked him.
“Yeah…I’m a Tepidblood…” Pastel said softly. “Why are you asking?”
“Well, you know there aren't any other Tepidbloods, right?”
“Right…” Pastel said softly. “But I still don’t understand why they can’t just get over it!”
Palette chuckled softly. “I know bud, but you think people got over me and your mom? Geno still isn’t over it!” That last sentence made Pastel giggle softly. “Pastel, some people just will never get over some things, but they sure as heck can learn to deal with it.” Palette gave him a soft kiss on his forehead.
Goth suddenly re-entered the room with all the supplies he needed. “I’m back!” Palette stopped leaning on the counter when Goth walked over. Goth placed down the supplies. He grabbed the towel and rinsed it down, applying some soap to it. He gently grabbed Pastel’s right hand to raise his arm up to clean it, when he realized there were cuts on the inner side as well. “Oh Pastel…” Goth said softly, looking into Pastel’s eyes with worry. After a couple of seconds Goth started to clean off the wounds with the dampened towel, which made Pastel wince slightly. Goth did the same thing to the outer side of his arm before rinsing off the towel so he could wipe off the soap that remained on Pastel’s arm. Goth took the gauze he grabbed previously and gently wrapped it around his arm as to not hurt Pastel. Once it was fully on, Goth repeated the process but to Pastel’s left arm. Pastel looked at the gauze on his arm, and back to Goth, who was going to do the same thing to his opposite arm.
Pastel cringed as the soapy water was applied to his cuts once again and was washed off soon after. He looked into the sink, watching his blood wash down the drain. He felt light headed, knowing all of that came from his already small body. He felt Goth wrap the gauze around his arm, being careful like last time. “There, all done!” Goth said, worry lacing his voice still. Pastel reached out for Goth, letting him know he wanted to be held again. Goth happily obliged, picking him up off the counter and holding him close.
Pastel yawned softly. He had sacrificed some of his sleep to commit the deed. “M-Momma?” Pastel started. “C-Can I sleep with y-you and Papa t-tonight?” Goth smiled before pecking a small kiss on Pastel’s cheek
“Of course!” Goth started walk towards the stairs, Palette following behind him. He strode up the stairs and towards his and Palette’s bedroom. Palette hurried ahead to open the door for them both, which earned a small smile from Goth.
Goth walked into the bedroom, placing Pastel onto the bed before climbing in as well. Palette plopped down next to Pastel, which caused Pastel to bounce then giggle. Palette laid down, with the other two soon following. Pastel yawned softly again as he felt his eyes start to close. The last thing Pastel recalled from that night is his parents saying “We love you” as he fell into a deep sleep.
