Goth's POV

    I wake up in the doll house bed. I look around when I see fell palette staring back at me. He smiles as he tries to stick his hand in. I hid behind a movable plastic chair as I hear the thumping of his fingers looking around for me. The tips of his fingers were covered with dried blood but it would be hard to see it if the splotches were my size. Which they are.
    Fell palette moves the chair and grabs the top of my hood, pulling me out of the doll house. "well, don't you like to squirm~" he softly spoke to me. I flailed about my tiny limbs, trying to get out of his grasp but to no avail. He places me in a fist and wraps his fingers around me. I get a glimpse of a knocked out palette with a red spot on his shoulder.
    I whine and push at his boney fingers. He chuckles at my attempts.
    "let me go!" I yell. He grips tighter onto me, slightly squeezing me.
    "who do you think turned you this way~" he says as he holds up a pink liquid filled bottle and shakes it. I shiver at the thought of what he was going to do with me.
    He put the bottle back into his pocket as he grabs a red liquid filled bottle. "and I can turn you back~" I wished longingly for that potion, I didn't want to be tiny any more.....

Palette's POV

     I awoke at three in the afternoon. Goth's small bedroom was a mess. I look at my shoulder and see a mixture of white and red, poorly put in I suppose. Goth was nowhere near the doll house so someone must've took him. I run over to the door so I can run over to fell goth's.
    When I open the door, fell goth is standing there awkwardly holding his hand up to knock on the door. He puts his hand down as he walks in freely. "now both my reverse and original potions are gone" he said as he sat on the couch arm and and crossed his arms. I sigh, and sit by him on the couch.
    "and someone stole goth" he starred at me with a surprised expression.
   "well i might have an idea of who took him" he said as he grabbed my hand roughly. He jumped off the couch arm as he hurriedly ran to the door. "Pig- fell palette" he cut himself off. Why did he say pig? Oh, well.
    "Yeah, I see" I spoke. We started to walk down the path to his house when I noticed a bruise and a cut on his hand. "Hey, what happened?" I questioned.
    He stopped abruptly and turned to me. I now notice the various other injuries that littered his face. Bruises, cuts, cracks, and many more. I gasp with surprise at his condition.
    "I'm fine, don't worry about it" i've learned a lot over the years and I especially know that fine doesn't mean that.
    "No!, tell me the truth!" I half shouted as I pulled my hand away and grabbed his. He looked at me with surprise, his eyes showing sadness and hints of fear. He was definitely not fine.
    "Just leave me alone about it! Its none of your business...." I let go of his hand out of sympathy as he turned back and kept walking. I followed, the stone path looking smaller and more broken the more we had gotten closer to fell street. We walked through fell street.
    Monsters giving death glares at fell goth as he did the same. Once we had gotten there I tried to go to the front door. Fell goth stopped me by putting a hand out in front of my chest. "Not yet..." he warned. I nodded as he looked through front window of the house.
    He gasped in surprise and ducked his head under the window seal. I looked confusingly at this. I went by the window and looked into it to see fell palette holding goth in a cage. I gasped as he started waving the dark red filled bottle in front of goth.
    "Wait!, isn't that the reversal potion!" I questioned. He nodded and started to growl slightly.
    "He's the god damn bastard that stole my potions!" he whispered. Me and fell goth flee to my house and start to think of what to do....

Goth's POV

    After fell palette had put me inside a bird cage, he started to tease me. "Aren't you the cutest thing~" he teased as he waved the potion in front of the cage. I growled and shook the cage bars harshly. He chuckled and picked up the cage. "You aren't getting out of here any time soon~" he said as he walked toward the side of the stairs.
    I was confused when he unlocked a door. I started to panic. My legs started to shake out of fear as did my hands. He opened the dark brown door and stepped down the stairs. It was cold and I couldn't stop shivering. 
    There was blood on the walls while there was a bed in the corner of the room. It was covered in stains....weird stains. A small bed side table sat beside the bed with pills and....things. He put the cage on top of the table and walked to the door of the room.
    "Let me out!" I yelled. He didn't listen and continued to walk out until he finally closed the door. The room filled with darkness, a glint of light shinning through the crack of the door.
    I don't want to even know what he's planning or even look at the things around me. My only comfort was the giant lock, keeping me away from the world inside this room. Keeping me away from everything that is bad and the things that can hurt me. It keeps me away from him.