Dear Arceus! When was the last time I updated this?! OAO Like...two and a half months? I so sawwy! Please take this extremely crappy chapter as an apology...T^T

(Ben)

I wasn't exactly sure when the last I saw Gold cry this much was. I mean, in Creepypasta terms, crying in front of others was considered weak. It's even tougher when you have something you want to cry about, but you have to wait till you're completely alone unless you want to be picked on. Then there's the whole deal if you break down because everyone just happens to be talking about what makes you so upset. No one wants to comfort you, even though they know what you're going through.

This means I have had absolutely no practice in comforting others.

So don't call me a jerk for saying that I just kinda sat there and watched him until he stopped. It worked I guess, considering he thanked me for being so kind to him before getting up and walking back into the cavern.

I was lost in thought for a few seconds before I stood up and followed him.

"Hey, Lost?" I asked when I found him staring absentmindedly at the ground.

"Yeah?" he responded without looking up.

I shuffled nervously. "Are…are you okay?" I knew it was a stupid question; he was literally just bawling his eyes out right in front of my face. But I guess that's just the standard question to ask at a time like this.

He sighed and glanced up in my general direction. "No…" He wiped the blood staining his face with his sleeve, leaving a pinkish tint on his cheek. "I can't explain my feelings to myself right now. I'm so confused…"

"Oh…what about?" I asked quietly, never moving from my spot.

"Everything that's happened in the past three days…I can't make sense of it…" He murmured. "Like why…I turned evil all the sudden…does that have to do something with…?"

"Do with what?" I was personally wondering about the whole thing myself. Gold wouldn't snap without good reason.

"It's another part of my game…it's called 'Hidden'. But we haven't seen each other in a while, so he can't be part of the problem…could he?"

"Slow down. Hidden? Who's Hidden?"

"Nevermind... I'll tell you later…" he sighed.

I nodded, not wanting to fight with him again. He seemed stressed out enough.

He looked up at me, a somewhat worried expression on his face. "What about you? Are you okay?"

Now I was little confused. Did I do something to make him think I was upset? "I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

"You've gone through a lot lately too, and you say you are quitting Creepypasta. Do you know how you're going to do that? You used to say that place was your home…" He straightened a little, as if to show he was going to listen intently.

"I…" I looked at the ground shamefully and rubbed my arm. "…have absolutely no idea."

"That's what I thought." I swear I saw a small grin forming at the corner of his lips. "That's good, because I can't make up my mind myself."

"You…What do you mean by that?" I felt like I was asking too many questions, but it was good to get them off my chest.

He looked me directly in the eye with a dull expression and shrugged. "I'm having second thoughts about leaving now. It might not be the greatest idea in the world for me. I guess I can suffer being completely miserable for a while longer. I did it when I was alive."

'You're kidding, right?' I thought. I growled softly as I rubbed my forehead. "So you're not leaving?"

"Maybe, I don't know yet." He responded. Gold walked over, frowning. "No reason to be mad about it. It was something decided to do because I thought it would help."

"Like freaking suicide." I retorted. I looked away, trying to contain myself. Now I would have to rethink the whole thing because he was rethinking the whole thing.

"…again, calm down…" He said, not enjoying my outburst. "Like I said, I haven't made up my mind yet. If anything, be mad when I do make my decision." I kept pouting like a child, and he sighed. "Let's just take now to think of something. My eyes are starting to burn from all the crying…" With that, he walked off to the darker side of the room.

Slowly, I sat down, wanting to take a side on the rash decision. I closed my eyes and tried to think. Let's start with the main problem of running…

Who would care enough to take me in…

Alright, just to point somethings out:

Hidden is a reference to Lost Silver: HIDDEN, or the story when you chose to NOT turn back when the sign requests doing so.

The "Like freaking suicide" is a line from an old Pokemon fanfiction I wrote about Gold and Silver XD I loved that moment.

The next chapter may be sad, depending on who's POV I write it on, just saying.

I...think that's it. Bye~