The small ghost slowly floated along, humming his soft song to himself as he closed his eyes and smiled softly. He loved humming his song to himself, looking up at the library he'd stumbled upon before floating up to it and looking around. He didn't see any locks, so he opened the door and walked inside slowly. His eyes glowed softly with purple light as he glanced around, taking a soft breath. "H-hello...?" He called out as he closed the door, tapping his fingers together nervously. "I-is anyone h-here...?" His voices shook a bit as he walked through the halls of the library, feeling very much alone. This place seemed comfortable, homey, but also full of knowledge, a forbidden place...a place he shouldn't be. He very much felt the intruder, looking around before reaching up and shakily taking a book off of a shelf in order to open it. His eyes searched the dusty tome for a moment before he closed it and put it back, continuing his solemn way down the halls and looking for signs of life. Footsteps, breathing, places where books were displaced, anything.
Karl sat at one of the tables as he scribbled notes into the pages of yet another journal he was rapidly filling up, currently tucked away and hidden by the surrounding shelves of books that circled around one of the few sitting areas. It was calmingly silent, at least to him, such silence allowing him to decompress and write about his time travel stories, though much of said information he kept away from the sight of others. He looked up from the pages he was writing inside when he heard a voice call out, confusion easily writing itself onto his face. The only visitors he regularly got there at the library were Ranboo and Michael, Sapnap, sometimes seeing Yogurt and Fundy, Bad, or Purpled whenever they wanted information about the SMP's past. It was unusual to hear a different voice aside from theirs, let alone one Karl didn't instantly recognize. Maybe he was going into a spout of grey again, but he certainly didn't *feel* like he was, which only intrigued him more. "Hello? Can I help you?" Karl called out in response, slowly standing up from the table he was seated at while he looked through the aisles of books and the halls of the library, looking for whoever decided to pay his precious library a visit. The time traveller was certainly not expecting to see somebody he had yet to meet, however, pausing a moment in his tracks when he caught sight of the ghost.
James looked over to Karl before his eyes widened a bit, holding his wrists close to him as he let out a soft whimper. Don't get him wrong, he was happy to see someone, but Ghostity would often tell scalding tales about Quackity's old fiances. Karl was never painted in a particularly bad light, but at the same time, he never knew if someone was going to attack him. Blue began to leak from his eyes at the thought, and he sniffled before wiping his eyes on his sleeve. He looked a lot like Ghostbur in some ways, although he had the clear blue eyes and golden wings of Quackity, even if James' weren't very developed yet. He sniffled softly as he slowly moved closer, holding his hands out in a sort of cupped form, a small vial of purple liquid in his hands. "H-here...ha-have s-some purple..." He mumbled out as he sniffled quietly, attempting to smile at him. "My n-name's James, what's yours?" He suspected he would say Karl, but he really hoped he was misremembering how his father described Karl Jacobs.
Karl blinked in slight surprise, holding his hands out to accept the vial of purple he was gifted with. "Oh, uhm, thank you! I'm Karl; Karl Jacobs. It's nice to meet you, James. Welcome to my library," He answered and greeted warmly, gently tucking the vial into the satchel he typically kept slung across his shoulders, being careful with the glass as he never was quite sure how strong the glass from different times were. They were all so varied; glass from a certain era was stronger than others, after all. Wait, what time period was he in right now? It was slightly confusing to the time traveller to come to an answer, and he stood silently for a few moments while he mentally spaced out. Karl snapped back into reality when he remembered James was standing, or well, floating technically, in front of him. He let out a small, awkward laugh, "Sorry, I do that sometimes... Oh! Uh, is there anything I can help you with, though? Are you looking for a specific book, or just browsing, oooorrrr...?" His voice lightly trailed off, keeping his brown eyes observantly watching the ghost for any hints as to why he might be at the library.
"I-I was just looking for my dads...they don't remember me, but I still keep an eye on them." He mumbled as he looked at him. "One of them talked a lot about you when he still remembered me..." James sounded a bit upset, wringing his hands as purple lightly dripped from the corner of his mouth like blood. He gently looked up at Karl before tapping his fingers, seeming nervous. "You seem a lot nicer than papa used to say..." He mumbled out, then shifted as he looked at him quietly. "Can I come and sit with you...? I need company..." James shifted as he floated closer, reaching out and lightly picking up one of Karl's hands in order to look at it. He found hands interesting, since his were usually smaller than people's. He was only a child after all, even if his looks matured faster than the rest of him.
Karl watched the ghost, slowly growing ever more surprised and intrigued as he patiently listened to him talk, willingly giving his colourful band-aid-covered hand to him once it was picked up. He smiled as warmly as he could, "Of course you can sit with me. I'd like that a lot, it gets a little lonely here sometimes, so I could use some company myself." Karl answered, gently leading James back to the table in which he was seated before. He didn't sit down right away, however, instead walking off to a small colourful crate. He picked it up and brought it over to the table, placing it in front of James. The crate was filled with bright and colourful toy fidgets of all kinds, ranging from pop-its to slime; Karl had picked up on how nervous he seemed, so, being his neurodivergent self, thought this would be a good way to try and help as best he could. Of course, Karl still had to ask the major question that was on his mind, "James? Sorry if this is a touchy-feely subject for you, but are your dads Wilbur and Quackity? You look an awful lot like the both of them,"
James' eyes lit up softly as he picked up one of the quieter fidgets, giggling happily and playing with it for a moment before processing Karl's question. It took him a moment to respond, but he simply nodded. James wanted his parents to remember him, and he let out a soft sniffle as he looked up at him. "Ghostbur and Ghostity were my daddies...but they don't remember me now..." He mumbled in his unhappiness, sniffling and covering his face as blue began to leak from his eyes and mouth. He felt so distraught, all he could do was cry for a moment as his blue aura filled the room. His little wings flittered a bit before he took a breath and whined a bit.
Karl visibly seemed to panic a touch, standing still as he frowned at the sight of a further upset James. He hadn't intended to upset him any further, only wanting to get a little of the basic information from him, the time traveller's brows knitting together in worry and guilt. He took a few steps forward and, slightly hesitantly, gently pulled the ghost into a hug, trying to be as comforting as he knew how. Karl really only knew how to put a smile on someone's face, not soothe them through their sadness, after all. "Hey, I need you to listen to me for a bit, okay? It'll be alright, I promise..." He muttered out quietly, softly rubbing at James' back to console him. "As someone who gets amnesia from time to time myself, it'll just take them a while to remember, but I promise they will, one day. They're just... Alive again, so it might take them some time." Karl pulled away after that, not wanting to risk further invading personal space unwillingly. If James sought physical comfort, Karl was sure he'd ask for it, but for now, Karl didn't want to force him into it. He offered the ghost a weak smile, "I'd bet they'd be so very proud of you for waiting for their memories to return, once they do. I know I would, at least, if I were in their shoes."
James sniffled and wiped his eyes before looking up at Karl. "You're not as mean as papa makes you seem..." He mumbled out before reaching out and putting his arms around him again, sniffling again as his little wings shifted on his back. It just seemed to be something avians did with their wings when they don't have anything else to, since Quackity did it too and Phil probably does as well. He didn't seem to want to let go, especially because Karl was the only source of physical comfort he'd felt in a good while. Besides Shroud, who he appreciated. He looked up at him before quietly pressing another vial of purple into his hands, smiling hesitantly and going back to his little fidgets. He seemed to particularly like the pop-its, but he seemed to be trying to do it as quietly as possible.
"Ah, well, uhm, Quackity holds a grudge against Sap and I, so he sometimes paints us as worse than we actually are..." Karl muttered out quietly after a few moments, assuming that James was referring to the avian rather than the pyromaniac considering Wilbur never really met or talked to him. He gently tucked the second vial of purple into his satchel, taking great care of it as he set it next to the first one he had, closing up the bag once he had done so. The time traveller curiously watched James play with the pop-its for a few moments before reaching over and grabbing a little fidget pad to toy around with, slightly humming a tune to himself as he pressed away at the clicky buttons. Karl paused after a few moments, "Say, do you have any of these for yourself?" He asked curiously, thinking to himself for a second before continuing, "Would you like a couple of these? They're actually in that crate and people are welcomed to take a few if they want them. I can always get more, too, so take as many as you'd like."
"Why? What did you do?" He asked curiously, completely disregarding Karl's offer as he stared at him. "What happened?" He asked as he moved close to Karl, seeming extremely curious as he blepped softly. James could never get it out of Ghostity what the three of them did together, and he was so goddamn curious about it. He slowly moved closer as he played with the slime, sticking his tongue out as he tilted his head a bit. "You seem so much nicer!" He chirped out before reaching out and booping his nose as he blepped softly.
Karl blinked a few times before offering up an uncomfortably awkward yet polite smile, looking down to the floor as he let out a matching laugh. "Well, uhm, I don't think I really did much of anything, honestly... Uh, I try not to think about it much, though, but if you wanna know, you should, uh, try asking Sapnap. I'm sure he'd adore telling you his perspective of how things, erhm... Went south when it came to Quackity..." He muttered out quietly, providing probably the vaguest description for the story that he had ever told anyone, nervously fidgeting with his fidget pad as he continued to politely, though awkwardly, offer James a smile. Karl didn't want to kill his curiosity, so he had suggested Sapnap, though he hadn't the slightest clue where the blaze hybrid could be at the moment, so if James asked where he was, the time traveller theoretically screwed himself over. So, his solution was a subtle topic change by addressing something else, "But, uh, thanks! You seem very nice yourself,"
He stared at him for a moment before sticking his tongue out softly, shifting and seeming to accept his answer as he hummed to himself for a couple of minutes. He wanted to question him more, but just decided not to as he looked up at him again. He floated close and looked over his shoulder, tilting his head. “What’re you writing, mister Karl?”
Karl couldn't help but let out a small laugh when James semi-formally addressed him, always finding it a little amusing how the kids of the SMP were almost always so well behaved and polite mannered. Though, he did, however, seem a little wary to answer the inquiry he was asked, the time travellers hands coming to a pause as he thought. "Oh, me? I'm writing... Notes. About what living in our present is like... So the people in the future have something to read and refer back to; think of it like a history book." Karl answered delicately; he was writing about one of the adventures he had taken back to the past, but he softly replaced that information with saying he was writing about their present. Which, he was, so that was no lie, but not in that particular book.
James tilted his head and looked at him with a searching look, blinking slowly before going back to his fidgets, happily squishing one of the plushies as he giggled softly. He truly did seem to like the fidget toy, gently shaking one and listening to it rattle as his eyes sparkled in wonder. "Oooh..." He hummed as he shook it again, the little rattling noise making him smile again as he did a little happy wiggle. It was any wonder why he was just wandering around, he seemed like the type of child that anyone would like. Maybe he was shy, like Karl, or too quiet for other people's tastes. In any case, he was trying his best to be pleasant company instead of questioning him constantly. He didn't want to be annoying, just wanted to know about his past and his family.
Karl shifted himself a little to his seat as he hummed out a miniature tune to himself, picking his pen up once more to finish writing a final sentence in his book. He looked up from the pages once he had finished writing in the page, looking back to James for a moment or two whilst his humming came to a cease. He gently tapped his fingers against the surface of the smooth table in front of him, taking a second to silently think whilst his fingers drummed away. "So, James, I was wondering... Or, rather, please tell me you have a home to go back to." Karl stated, a soft tone of seriousness and worry in his voice as he spoke. He genuinely didn't know whether or not James had a place to rest his head at night or somebody to look after him, especially so given the fact that all Karl really knew about him was that neither of his fathers wanted anything to do with him and that he wandered into the library without much of a reason.
"Huh? Oh...uhm..." The ghost child shifted a bit as he looked up at Karl, quietly putting one of his fingers in his mouth for a moment before sighing as he relaxed slightly. "I, uhm...so-sort of? T-tommy and Shroud l-let me stay, but I-I don't stay th-there often..." He managed out nervously, playing with his hands and looking at Karl with a quiet look. "I-I usually s-spend the nights w-wandering a-around and watching m-my dads do their work...i-it-it usually lets m-me pretend I c-can actually have a-an act-actual family..." He mumbled sheepishly, his hands gripping onto one another tightly as his aura turned a light blue-pink. James was embarrassed to admit all of this to Karl, but at the same time, it felt nice to be cared for, even if Karl wasn't someone he really knew all that well. Maybe it was the fact that he'd once been with Quackity, or maybe it was just how accommodating the librarian had already been, but it felt nice to have someone that was this worried about him sometimes.
Karl couldn't help but frown a touch, unable to stop himself from doing so after being told such information. He used to be able to relate in the past to some extent, not having much of a home to stay at whenever he time travelled. "Ah, uhm... Well, if you ever need someplace to visit, to take a break or just for some company, my library's doors are always wide open and welcoming of you." The time traveller offered, letting his frown shift from a small frown to a small smile. "Or, if you need another home to return to, I can always bribe Sapnap to give up our spare room. He only uses it for a mini ''man-cave'' or something, so I could use the excuse to clean up that room," He stated with a quiet laugh a quick, joking wink.
James blinked before laughing softly at Karl's words, covering his mouth for a moment and giggling happily before looking up at him. "Th-thank you, mister Karl...I-I appreciate i-it a-a lot..." He truly did appreciate Karl's offer, and quietly sighed before popping his neck a bit. "I-I might t-take you up o-on th-that, I d-don't like i-intrudin-i-intruding on Sh-shroud a-and Tommy..." He rubbed the back of his neck gently as he sighed softly, his little form shifting softly as he went back to fidgeting. He had his hands on a little snake, happily giggling as he played with it sweetly, sticking his tongue out softly.
Karl softly hummed and further smiled, gently closing the book in front of him once the freshly written ink had properly dried. He then set it atop a small stack of books to the side of the table, all the books in said stack having the initials of "K.J.", even if some of the books seemed almost hundreds of years old, which could raise a few questions. Karl sat there toying with his fidget pad, merely watching James for a moment, curious to watch him and see his behaviour, going slightly wide-eyed after a second upon thinking of an idea. "Say, I know little fidgets are fun, but would you like to come home with me? I've got games and more little nicknacks there; the library can seem pretty boring after a while; and if you're hungry, I've got snacks, or I can always make a simple meal if you're *really* hungry." The time traveller offered out, trying to think of decent solutions to keep James entertained and happy, especially so given he didn't have a permanent home. Perhaps it was the fact he felt bad because he somewhat related, or maybe he had parental instincts he wasn't all that aware of beforehand, but he truly did want James to feel like he had *at least* one warm home that would properly take care of him. Not that he doubted Tommy's ability to take care of James. No, actually, he mildly doubted Tommy's ability to take care of James, especially so since he knew Tommy's past, present, and future.
The little ghost watched him for a moment before looking down at the fidget in his hands, picking up one of the containers of slime and holding the two items close to him protectively. "Mhm...I-if I won't be t-too-too m-much of-f a b-both-bother..." He sighed softly as his aura turned a bit red, putting a finger on his tongue. He oftentimes seemed to hate his stutter, but he was self-taught in English and his fathers had only known him for a little while, so he was nervous about the world since they hadn't had time to teach him more than the basic manners. Don't kill, don't steal, that sort of thing. Well, Ghostbur had taught him that. Ghostity had tried to teach him how to kill more stealthily and steal easier, but it was clear the child had inherited the more mild ghost's temperament. He shifted softly before hugging himself tightly, still keeping his little fidgets. "B-but that'd...be nice..." James mumbled out, letting Karl lead the way as he glanced at the doors and windows on their path. He was scared, clearly, but he was almost as skittish as a feral cat fresh out of the colony and into a home usually, so it wasn't too surprising.
Karl softly hummed a tune to himself as he beat the batter in front of him with a whisk, fluffing it up as much as he manually could. It was early morning, and, despite the fact he usually liked to stay up late, he had got himself out of bed much earlier than he typically did, convincing himself that preparing breakfast for himself and James was more important than a few more minutes of sleep; Sapnap was currently on a trip with George so he was out of the house for a few days, though Karl didn't mind. He had James now to keep him company. Speaking of the ghost, the time traveller thought it would be best to let him sleep the morning away as he worked at making pancakes, having every intention to wake him up once Karl was finished baking. It took him a while, and the sun had properly risen by the time he was done. By no means was he a top-tier chef, though he was certainly much better than Sapnap; who typically charred anything he cooked to a crisp; and the pancakes turned out surprisingly pleasant-looking, even for his cooking. Karl let out a happy sigh. Now all that there was to do was wake James up, so, leaving behind the meal he had made, he made his way to what used to be the spare bedroom that was now fully designated for the ghost child. "Jamesy," He called out, gently knocking on the door to let James know he was going to enter; privacy was something well-respected in their house; before popping his head into the room. "I made breakfast; those fluffy Japanese pancakes I was telling you about a few days ago. Do you want powdered sugar and strawberries with them?"
The small ghost opened his eyes blearily before sitting up slowly, yawning softly as he rubbed his eyes softly. "Mhm...yes please, papa.." He mumbled the name without entirely realizing for a moment, then blinked and flushed a bit. "I-I mean, um..." James covered his face as his whole aura flushed a deep red-pink in flusteredness, not entirely embarrassed for himself but rather for Karl. He didn't want Karl to be embarrassed for being called a father-like nickname, his little wings flapping softly. Ever since he'd gone into the more peaceful environment with Karl taking care of him, his wings had grown more and his aura translation had grown more powerful. He stood up and went past Karl quickly, still seeming flushed as he whined gently.
Karl raised a brow suddenly at the new nickname-like title he had been addressed as, though he wasn't embarrassed in the slightest as he let out a happy giggle as an overjoyed stim. "Aww, I've been called papa!" Yeah, he definitely was going to ''wear'' his newfound title with pride, that much was evident. He gently closed the door behind him once they both were out of the little ghost's room, a beaming grin on his face while he *tried* to calmly walk back to the kitchen where the food awaited to be eaten, though there was a jittery and happy pep in his step. Karl swiftly grabbed the two plates stacked high with fluffy pancakes and set them down properly at the dining table, decorating James' plate with powdered sugar and strawberries as he had offered to do, putting away both ingredients soon after doing so. "How'd you sleep last night? Did you have any more of those nightmares? Or have they eased up some?" The time traveller asked curiously as he moved to take a seat at his designated spot at the table.
James looked up at Karl before sitting on the chair quietly, picking at his food for a moment before smiling softly. "I had a couple...but I had a really good dream too..." He hummed out as he took a bite of his food, humming to himself happily. It was a familiar tune, one that often played in Kinoko. Ghostity sometimes hummed the song to himself casually, James had merely picked it up because it was used as a lullaby for him. He looked up at him before he took a bite of his food gently, continuing to hum and closing his eyes for a moment, biting the fork accidentally and yelping softly. "Ow-!" He whined softly as his wings shifted softly, but recovered after a moment and finished his breakfast before looking up at Karl. Since he'd seen Karl's happiness at his new nickname, it made him think. "...Does your work have a 'take-your-kid-to-work-day'?" He asked curiously, tilting his head as he shifted softly. He'd heard about it from the other children of the SMP, and he wanted so badly to experience it.
Karl looked up from his plate, pausing for a moment as he processed the question he had been asked, slowly chewing as he had stuffed his mouth full moments prior. After, of course being polite and swallowing down his food, a few seconds as he thought, he lightly drummed his fingers against the top of the table. "I- erhm, good question Jamsey," The time traveller started out, trying to figure out exactly how he should break the news that his ''job'' was quite literally keeping their current timeline of sorts from going further haywire by travelling in time and studying what the past and future peoples did of different timelines. "... I think they have something along those lines, but it isn't a dedicated *day*. It's more whenever we feel like taking a kiddo with us. My work is a little more lenient with things like that, as long as anyone we bring doesn't harm our work, that is," Karl offered out after a few moments, keeping a keen eye on James to watch for any visible reaction as he continued on. "So, say, if you wanted to come along, I could take you with me on my trips any day you felt like it if you so much as asked."
James watched him for a moment before happily humming. "Can I come along with you, papa?! I've read some stories and Sapnap says your job is really cool!" He chirruped in excitement, trying not to squeal as he shifted softly and gently hugged himself slightly. His eyes were glowing happily as his wings flapped, letting out a bunch of happy noises at the concept of coming along with his new father figure to see what he did every day while he was gone. He then stood up and trotted over to him, gently begging him as he looked up at him with a soft whine. "Pleaaaseee, papaaaa? Pleaseeeee?" He whined out as he held onto him, begging with little puppy ghost eyes.
Karl let out a giggle similar to the one he made earlier that morning, utterly adoring the fact James wanted to learn about him enough to want to come with him to ''work''. Of course, he didn't have the heart to tell the excited ghost child any form of a disapproving answer, so he nodded a few times, a little eager himself. "Yes, yes, you can come with me; I don't have a large workload so maybe today's the best option." He said, gently ruffling up James' hair as a grin ate away at his joyous expression, slowly standing up from where he was seated as he picked up the now-empty dishes they had used to eat their breakfast. "Could you kindly get my satchel and my goggles for me, then, Jamsey? And one of my spare pairs of goggles for yourself? Thank you," Karl softly instructed as he gently pried James off of him so he could set their dishes in the sink and briefly rinse them, deciding he could take care of them later as he gathered up a few snacks. Hey, the past didn't have Monster or Pocky, so could one blame him for wanting to bring his favourite snacks with him? As long as he was careful to not leave anything behind, it didn't hurt anyone.
James happily scampered upstairs and grabbed the mentioned items, perching the spare set of goggles on his head before offering Karl's satchel and goggles to him. "Here you go, papa." He chirruped out before humming happily as he smiled up at him. James didn't understand why he needed the goggles, but he was happy to comply if it meant his father figure was happy with him. He then floated off the ground happily, waiting for him as his little wings flittered softly. His eyes glowed happily as he floated after him, eventually putting their hands in one another to ensure he didn't get left behind. He happily snuggled up to him as he walked with him, humming to himself as he sighed softly.
Karl smiled upon his satchel and goggles being given to him, sliding both into their respective place on him. He took a small second to stuff his satchel with the snacks he had gotten out, also taking that time to ensure he otherwise had everything he could possibly need in there, before walking in a happy stride to the door. "Alright, so, we're going to walk through a very special portal in order to get where I work, but I'm going to need you to properly wear your goggles over your eyes when we enter the portal, okay?" Karl continued to softly instruct, not wanting James to accidentally risk blinding himself. The time-travelling process could be gruelling if not done correctly, so Karl tried his best to warn and prepare the ghost in advance. On top of doing that, he was trying to figure out what time period would be the safest and the most entertaining for the both of them, falling into momentary silence as he led James to a secluded building that, in and of itself, was practically a portal hub, with some portals being labelled with simplistic descriptive terms such as "Wild West" or "Masquerade". Others were labelled with time periods, such as "Colonial" or "Post-Future". It could be confusing to the untrained eye and mind, though Karl would happily answer any questions James had along the way. "Oh, let's see, where to go to today..." He mumbled quietly glancing over the endless hoarde of options he had to choose from. In the end, he looked down to James, "Know what, you're my companion today, so you can choose where you'd like to go to for your first adventure. Would you like to find a portal that sounds interesting to you?"
The ghost child gasped softly before starting to wander around and looking up at the portals curiously, eventually choosing one that merely said "roleswap" before pulling his goggles on. He looked at him before holding his hand out to Karl, gently moving through his chosen portal before stumbling a bit. He glanced around curiously, playing with his hands nervously before putting his goggles up on his head, a cyan-colored candle-like male staring at them as he walked up. "...Uhh...What're you two doing here, the fuck?" He crinkled his nose a bit, ignoring the distant shout of "Language" from his companion as James whined out the word as well.
Karl glanced down to James to make sure he was showing physical signs of not being bothered by the woozy portal trip, soon mimicking his action of putting his goggled up on his head. He then looked over to who seemed like a cyan version of Bad, though clearly with Skeppy's vocabulary; the Skeppy he was familiar with, that is. He hadn't visited this specific universe in a while, only having done so on rare occasions once or twice before, so it took him a second to recall all the information he knew about the place. "We dropped by for a small visit," Was the simplistic answer Karl was able to provide before a blood-red diamond golem male soon greeted the three with his presence, ever so lightly hitting the side of his companions arm. "You cursed in front of two guests; one who's a kid nonetheless?? Where are your manners? Oh my goodness, I can't believe you, you muffin head... I'm so sorry, he doesn't know how to *properly* welcome people."
James watched them curiously before looking at Karl for help as to what to say, the cyan candle scoffing quietly before shaking his hair out a bit. "Jeez, Skep, what the fuck's the matter with it?" He hummed before putting his hands in his pockets and sticking his tongue out slightly, James slowly watching him before reaching up and booping the candle's nose. "Boop! Muffinhead!" He chirped, mimicking the nickname the diamond had called him before the candle huffed and flared his flames in order to scare the child back. It definitely worked, James yelping and hiding behind Karl as he whimpered out. "N-nooo..." He whimpered as he buried his face into his father's back, whining and almost seeming to be on the verge of crying in his fear. He hated both fire and water, since fire hurt his mortal companions and water usually hurt the more immortal ones.
Karl swiftly shifted his main line of focus over to the scared ghost child hiding behind him, worriedly looking back at him for a moment before shooting a light, parentally protective glare in Bad's direction. What good parent figure wouldn't get protective over their scared child, after all? He didn't mean any threat by it, only worried about James as he rubbed his back, trying to help calm him down whilst Skeppy groaned out in annoyance. "First off, *language!* Secondly, you *don't* go around scaring people, Bad!! It isn't polite! Apologize, please, right now!" Skeppy huffed out as he crossed his arms together in the same annoyed fashion he spoke in. "Is the little guy going to be alright? Again, I'm so sorry about him, he's been moody all day today since I told him he actually had to help with the house chores for once." He grumbled out slightly, otherwise expressing his mild concern for James, getting a reassuring couple of nods from Karl in response.
Bad rolled his eyes before picking at his teeth for a bit, shrugging softly. "I'm sorry, I guess." He hummed out before James peeked out to look at Skeppy, glancing up at him before pointing to Skeppy and looking at Karl. "He's red...is he bad...angry...?" He mumbled out before cuddling up to his father's side, his little wings flittering softly. Given that the ghost communicated using colors, all he knew of red was Ghostity's anger. He softly wandered up to Skeppy before holding his arms up to him gently, wanting to get picked up.
Both Karl and Skeppy rolled their eyes at the half-hearted apology given to the ghost child, though neither of them cared enough to make a comment about it, respectively assuming that it wouldn't be worth the trouble. Karl softly shook his head from side to side a few times to provide an answer to James' question, cautiously watching him go off and approach Skeppy, keeping a close eye on anything having to do with the ghost just in case. Yeah, he definitely had strong parental instincts he didn't know about beforehand, but now he could put them to decent use making sure James was safe and sound. Skeppy seemed slightly surprised that the ghost child had wandered up to him, he being almost a complete and utter stranger to him, though he didn't deny his request to be picked up. The blood-red diamond gently picked him up, offering him a small smile. "Awh, you're adorable, you little muffin!"
"You're a muffin!" He chirped out, booping Skeppy's nose happily as his little wings flapped happily. He then held his cheeks, staring at him in wonder. "You're red...but you're not angry..." He mumbled out, seeming extremely confused but also intrigued as he tilted his head at him. "You look like the diamond I know..." He hummed before laying his head on his shoulder, holding said red diamond close to his chest as if to protect it. "His name is mister Sparkle, he's really nice and doesn't want me to be alone. Just like papa!" He chirped the last three words as he pointed to Karl happily, giggling happily as he looked up at Skeppy and held the diamond up to him. "See?" He hummed happily as he let him examine the diamond if he wished, his wings shifting as Bad rolled his eyes and muttered something about this being useless and a waste of time.
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