Kelton had been awake all night since is he ever tried to sleep, everyone wouldn't let him. Kill meeeee… He thought, walking around his place in his normal form, he quickly walked around his whole empire to see if he needed to do anything because he was thinking of going over to Chase. He sighed in relief, quickly getting ready before walking upto Chase's house and bumping into someone which resulted him falling onto the ground. "Sorry," He quickly stood up and glanced at the person he bumped into. "Oh-um-hey." He said awkwardly, not sure what to do now.
Mr Goeman’s current girlfriend frowned, a half eaten cup of yogurt that had been supposed to be Chase’s breakfast in his hand, “Are you that one kid… what was the name… Chase, I think… Are you Chase?” She asked with a disdainful look on her face.
"How do you not even know who and what your son looks like?" Kelton asked, glaring at the woman who he had bumped into.
“My son? Excuse you, but you’re not my problem, you have to learn that just because your mommy died from cancer doesn’t mean I want to take pity and raise a f-cken kid, alright,” She sneered, putting her free hand on her hip, “I’m just here with him,” Mr. Goeman’s girlfriend jerked her chin towards where the master bedroom was located, and presumably where Mr. Goeman still was located.
"Oh so you're just one of his b*tches." Kelton mumbled quietly but loud enough for her to hear. He was sure the woman was going to end up in hell along with the man, he was going to stuck with them for eternity, oh joy.
“Excuse me?” She shrieked, her face red with anger and she slammed the half empty cup of yogurt onto the counter before shouting, “Get your freak of a son out, or else I’m not coming back tonight!” Mr. Goeman’s girlfriend spun on her heel, grabbed a purse that had been sitting on the couch and walking right out the door. A grumble could be heard coming from the master bedroom, and it sounded like Mr. Goeman was getting up.
"Knew it." Kelton mumbled again, a small smile on his face as he waited for the man which the woman was talking about. I hope he ends up in the underworld with me, I'll make sure him and the woman get terrible punishments.
Mr. Goeman walked out with narrowed eyes, thin hair slightly a mess and clothing that looked like it had been thrown on in a rush. “Cha— Who are you and what the f-ck are you doing in my house?” He demanded, hands clenched into fists.
"Oh, nothing, just wanted to know how many b-tches you have." Kelton answered, glancing at the man. Based off everything I know about this man, which is barely nothing, he's going to end up with me. Oh joy. He thought, glaring at the man who was Chase's father.
“Get out of my f—ken house! I’m calling the police,” He snarled, already moving to grab a phone. “And where is that little freak?” He demanded, referring to Chase.
"Who do you mean by 'little freak'?" Kelton asked, narrowing his eyes at the man. He was already thinking of punishments for the man. Make him listen to soprano while being stabbed over and over again by someone?…Wow, I'm very psychotic.
“That little f—k up that disrespected my girlfriend, and get out of my house,” Mr. Goeman demanded, holding up the phone with the numbers 911 dialed in, all he needed to do was hit the call button.
Kelton rolled his eyes and quietly left since he didn't want to get Chase into any trouble because of him. I accomplished nothing, hoorayyy.
I accomplished nothing, hoorayyy.
(meeeeeeeeeeee lol)
Mr. Goeman went about grumbling, calling his girlfriend instead once Kelton left.
…Meanwhile…
Chase was counting down the minutes until first hour ended, mostly because someone kept tossing balls of paper at him when the teacher wasn’t looking. He already wanted to go home.
(sameeeee)
Kelton walked out the house and looked around aimlessly, not sure where Chase was or where to go. Should he even go looking around for Chase? Or go back to his place?
The bell rang, thankfully, and Chase scurried out of the classroom nervously. He speed walked to his locker, opening it quickly and trying to be as fast as possible. He wasn’t fast enough, as the Kemp and Jacob -the people who had been throwing paper at him- shoved him and all his binders fell and his head banged against the metal of the locker. “Hey, Gay-man, whatcha doing freak?” Jacob taunted nastily as Chase rubbed his head. No, please not today, please… Kemp slammed him against the locker again, a tiny noise of pain and surprise escaping. It was like holding meat in front of sharks.
“What that? Did that taste bad to you? Or was it the sound that bugged you?” Kemp and Jacob hollered with laughter, Chase still rubbing his throbbing head. Please…
(Has knife in hand Where are these motherf-ckers? I want to kill them) I probably look very aggresive and creepy but they are DISRESPECTING THE LGBT+ COMMUNITY AND I AM OFFENDED I'm not a part of it but I wish I was
Kelton decided he would look around for Chase one more time and go back if he couldn't find him. Where do I start? I just realized I don't know anything about him…great….yayyyyyy.
(Ikr, I hate Kemp and Jacob with a passion even though I made them lol)
Kemp gave him another shove into the locker before walking away laughing with Jacob. He took a moment to recollect himself -tears threatening to spill from his eyes- and grabbed his binders and books and headed to the bathroom, letting the tears drop when he was out of sight. Chase vaguely heard the bell for the next class ring, but he only crouched in the corner and cried. He drew the shape of a pentagram on his arm with his finger, hopelessly wishing last night’s dream could be reality. Hopelessly wishing he wasn’t alone.
(lol)
(I just want to hug Chase forever, I feel so bad for him)
Kelton felt a slight pull like someone was summoning him somewhere. He sighed and waited for the person to finish summoning him, he wasn't planning on yelling 'WHO DARES SUMMON THE MORNING STAR' since it was still pretty early for him in the morning.
(Ikr)
Chase buried his head in his arms after drawing the useless shape, his shoulders shaking with each sob. I’m just pathetic… A pathetic little freak who don’t even deserve to go to the same school as everybody else.
(where can I find him irl?)
Kelton still felt a small tug but it was getting smaller, what was holding back the person from summoning him? He sighed and walked around, trying his best to find the person that was trying to summon him. He ended walking into a school then into a bathroom. Why the hell did someone try to summon me in the bathroom? a bathroom fight or something like that?
(Lol)
Chase looked up through bleary, tear filled eyes when he heard someone approach. He had expected to see Kemp or Jacob, or some other kid who just wanted to use the bathroom, but his eyes found Kelton. From his ‘dream’. Chase didn’t even question it, he only tried to hide his face in his arms again.
(I need have to find him)
Kelton glanced at Chase, looking at him for a few seconds before walking over to him and bending down in front of him. "What happened?" I swear to god if he's crying because of the Kemp guy I'm going to find this guy and personally kill him myself, even if it means I'm going to get punished or something like that.
Chase tried to say it was nothing, but the words didn’t come out right because his sobbing. He lifted his head, about to bury his face in Kelton’s shoulder, but realized how foolish and unwanted that would be no matter how much he wanted the comfort of a gentle human touch. “I’m— I’m- I’m a f-freak,” Chase got out between his sobs, hating every single inch of himself.
"No you're not, trust me. Who said you were a freak?" Kelton asked gently, he was usually terrible at stuff like this and he had no clue what to do but he was trying his best. He didn't even try when one of his friends were having or something but he was trying for Chase, an almost complete stranger.
“Th-They always d-d-do, K-Kemp a-and— J-Ja-“ Chase broke down into more sobs, his head still pounding from where it was slammed into the locker. Chase reached out his hand, just a little bit, but was too ashamed by himself to actually try to hug Kelton, so it was left hovering in the air between them.
Yep, he's going to die, where's my knife? Or some weapon? Or I could just bash his head against a wall. Kelton thought before glanced at Chase's hand which was hovering between them. He gently took the hand and hugged Chase, not sure what to do at all, he hadn't hugged anyone in a long time. "It's okay."
Chase sobbed out a bit more, nearly throwing himself around Kelton when he started hugging him. It was like some dam was broken, and he found himself hiding from the world in Satan’s arms. “I-I-I j-just want— want a-a-a-“ I just want a friend. Chase pressed his head into Kelton’s steady shoulder, sapping off his warmth.
"A friend, yes, I know, that's why you summoned me in the first place." Kelton mumbled quietly, hugging Chase a bit tighter. He absolutely hated seeing someone crying and especially hated it when it was someone he knew and cared about.
“W-Why d-d-did I h-have to be b-born the way I-I am?” Chase got out, sniffling with every breath. Why do I have to be gay, why do I have to have synesthesia, why why why? Chase tightened his grip around Kelton’s strong and steady form, like an anchor in a sea full of waves.