"Dark purples have a heavier, moodier feel and can sometimes cause a sense of instability or uneasiness."

(This was harder to write than Violet OH GOD. I had to rewrite this several times and I'm still not happy with it, but oh well)

INDIGO

Freddy had to admit: the painting did look livelier with violet now. He had mixed the violet paint with white multiple times to get the shade just right, and he was…actually proud of what he had achieved so far. He could imagine what he was aiming for now – it was no longer a fuzzy mess of colours in his head.

He finished with the violet, and placed in down to his left. Looking back down to his right – where the rest of the unused paint was – his eyes fell on the deep blue-purple. With a little bit of black, it would make an amazing night sky. But then, he looked at the canvas and then back at the paints before deciding that he would prefer it to be daytime. Thinking about it, he realised that the colour reminded him more than the night sky. It almost reminded him of when-

No.

Freddy shook his head. He shouldn't be thinking about that.

"How many stars are there?"

"I don't know," she said. "Billions and billions."

Stop it! The brush fell to the ground with a clatter, and he unconsciously began to shake.

"Mom, do you think we'll be able to touch stars someday?"

His mother smiled. "Maybe one day."

Stopitstopitstopit-

Bright headlights. A scream. A heavy shove.

"MOM!"

"Freddy?"

At the unexpected voice, the brunet stood up sharply and began to topple and fall over his chair. He let out a yelp, before he felt someone catch him as the chair fell to the floor with a loud clatter.

"Freddy, you're crying."

Oh, he was, wasn't he?

Struggling to regain his balance, he gently pushed them away to furiously rub his face. It stung, and when he finished he could see the pity in those chocolate depths.

"Gold?"

His blond brother smiled sadly at him. "Yeah. I came in to find you crying. What's wrong?"

Freddy hesitated, glancing away and franticly rubbed his eyes when they began to water again. Gold could see he was unconsciously trembling.

"Wait," Gold furrowed his brows. "This is about that again, isn't it?"

"What?" Freddy responded, his voice higher than he wanted it to be. "What are you talking about? What thing?"

"Freddy, I've told you this a hundred times already," Gold frowned and rested a hand on the brunet's shoulder. "It wasn't your fault. The driver was drunk."

"I was the one who walked out into the road," Freddy snapped back, huffing.

"You can't keep blaming yourself," Gold sighed, shaking his head.

There was a moment of silence that followed, before Freddy sharply turned to pick up his chair. Making sure nothing was broken or messed up, he reached for his paintbrush which had begun to stain the ground with indigo.

"Water."

"What?" Freddy turned to send a confused look at his brother.

"Water," Gold pointed at the canvas. "You can have water in the background. Mixing the indigo with white would make it lighter and would make a good water colour."

"Oh." It would. How had he not realised that?

Gold couldn't help but chuckle at the dumbfounded expression on his brother's face. He reached out to ruffle Freddy's hair, eliciting an annoyed grumble from the brunet. Freddy swatted his brother's hand away before moving to mix the three colours together. It took a while, but he then found he was content with the colouring and moved the brush over the canvas.

"A river?"

"A lake," Freddy replied with a smile, and suddenly the whole conversation from a minute ago was forgotten. "I don't think I have the right angle to paint a river."

Another silence settled over them, though this time Freddy found it soothing. Gold was watching him intently, the blonde's hands slipping into his trouser pockets.

"Are you going to show him it?"

The question appeared out of nowhere, causing Freddy to pause and turn back. "Show who?"

Gold scoffed and rolled his eyes, before motioning to the picture. "You know who. You can't exactly hide the fact that you're painting him. Plus, he's going to want to see it after convincing you to start it."

He had a point, Freddy noted as he returned to finishing off the lake. Adding darker and lighter colours seemed to come naturally to him, and he finished off the lake and its details in what seemed to be record time. He placed the brush down to the side, and carefully stood up and admired his work.

Gold stepped forward, resting his hand on Freddy's shoulder again. His brother sent him a smile before removing his apron.

"I think I've done enough today," he said, and the blonde saw his gaze flicker from the canvas to the paint.

"Freddy, listen to me," Gold exclaimed quite loudly – startling Freddy as his brother was never usually this loud – and forced his brother to face him. "Stop blaming yourself."

Freddy opened his mouth to protest, but shut it instantly as Gold glared at him. The blond brother grasped his arm and tugged him towards the door.

"I'm being serious," Gold continued, before giving Freddy a small smile. "If you ever feel unhappy or unstable…you'll come to me, right?"

Freddy nodded.

"Good," the small smile grew into a grin. "Now come on. The others are going out and you're joining us."

"Please don't tell me we're going to a karaoke like last time," Freddy couldn't help but shiver. "I don't think I've recovered since last time."

"Don't worry, we're not doing karaoke," Gold laughed. "We're going bowling."

Freddy didn't know if that was worse or not.

"Now come on," Gold nudged him in the direction of his room. "Get dressed. I doubt Chica will let you out in paint-covered clothes. I don't see why you wear that apron."

Freddy replied by sticking out his tongue. He heard Gold mutter something along the lines of "immature little brothers" before the brunet closed the door with a thud.

He changed into more comfortable clothes – which just so happened to be a baggy, black t-shirt and a pair of jeans – before reaching for the jacket that was hanging on the back of his chair. Glancing out of the window, he noticed that the sky was dark and the moon was bright – and it was covered in twinkling stars. He paused.

"How many stars are there?"

"Billions and billions."

"Do you think we'll be able to touch the stars someday?"

He coughed sharply.

"I want to be an astronaut when I grow up."

He gave Bonnie an incredulous look. "An astronaut? Why?"

"Because," Bonnie's eyes brightened, "I want to see the wonders of the universe. I want to see magical things and-"

Freddy shook his head and laughed softly. Slipping on his jacket, he made his way from his room and down to where the others were most likely waiting.

"I don't think we can touch the stars," he muttered to himself with a smile.

Bonnie glanced over at him, and the violet-haired man grinned. Freddy smiled back, and it felt like a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Humans probably wouldn't touch the stars until Freddy was long gone, but there were those who were the equivalent of one - and those would have to do.