One Fresh, No Fresh (Chapter 1)

A while ago, I wrote a story for @alainaprana. I’m already doing chapter 5. But because of how my updates are few and far between, I decided to write it here.

Fresh, Geno, and Error belong to @loverofpiggies

MommaCQ belongs to @alainaprana

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It was a beautiful day outside. Fresh, Error and Geno were all in front of the TV, watching Pokemon. Their mother, Crayon Queen (or CQ for short) was up in her room, making more pages of her comics for Tumblr. Because she was hard at work, both Error and Fresh took turns making sure that Geno took his medicine and had plenty of rest. Today was was Fresh’s turn. While watching, they heard Fresh’s phone went off (the intro for Dexter’s Laboratory).

“Welp, time ta take ya meds, Geno.” Geno coughed a bit, before saying, “T-thanks Fresh. Y-you know which o-ones to use.” Aiight. I’m out.“

Fresh then went to the cuboard, looking for the meds.

‘I wish Geno didn’t all have ta have da meds. Kinda using all da beans’. As he though that, he felt something in his soul. He rubbed it unconsciously, before the feeling faded away as quickly as it came.

Fresh shook his head, before grabbing the Coedine and Morphine from the shelves. He also got a cup to fill it with fresh water. Balancing the three things, he went over to Geno-

and spilled everything on the floor.

On the floor was Geno, who was breathing heavily on the floor, which had blood on it. When Geno looked up, a bit of blood was on his teeth, before he threw up some more blood. Fresh heard stomping, and when he looked to his left, there was his mother and brother running down the stairs (Error was holding onto CQ’s arm, ERRORs in his eyes). “Fresh!” CQ said, “Hurry up, get dressed and in the car. We got to take Geno to the hospital NOW!” Fresh knew the drill and hurried up to get to the hospital.

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Fresh and Error were in their usual spots when they were at the hospital, Error in the farthest corner possible while Fresh was on his phone, playing a puzzle game. They were waiting for their mother who was talking to the doctor about Geno.

“You’ve should’ve been faster.” Error grumbled. Fresh put on his best smile, before turning around.

“What are ya talkin’ ‘bout?” Fresh asked.

“If you were faster, Geno wouldn’t be in this mess.” Fresh felt something in his soul, but he ignored it.

“Dude, I’m totes fast! Ya need ta chill. Even if I got there faster, Geno still would’ve still be here. So it’s none of my fault. If I did something that made Geno more sick and all that, I’ll get out of ya hair, ”.

CQ and the doctor then went in the room they were in. The doctor cleared his throat before saying, “Alright, I’ve talked with your mother. Geno will be just fine, but he would have to stay here for a few nights, just to make sure. If you want to see him, that will be fine, but only one at a time,”.

Fresh got up, saying, “Aiight. Hey Error! Ya wanna go see Geno first?” All he got back was a grumble. He chuckled, saying, “It’s cool man. I’ll go first. 'sides, gotta go an’ see the new episode of Pokemon, and I’m not gonna miss that, ”. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

After getting directions to Geno’s room (Even though it’s the same every time. It’s very rare that Geno get’s a different room), Fresh walked all the way to the room, where he saw the familiar sight; Geno laying on the bed, machines surrounding him.

“Hey brah! How ya feeling?” Fresh asked.

Geno took a huge breath, before saying, “I-i’m fine. I-i’ll be okay s-soon.”

Fresh smiled, “Awesome brah! And when ya come back, Error will stop being such a kill-joy, mom can get back to work, and maybe we could even go outside, rain or shine, ”.

“T-that would be cool. O-or should I say, ’Radical”.

Fresh chuckled. It was pretty funny whenever Geno tried to talk like Fresh. Error did too, but those moments were rare, and was only used to mock Fresh. Fresh didn’t care about that, because he couldn’t.

“Oh! I just remembered somethin’! I got this sick new Pokemon that I though you would like!”

“R-really?!” Geno asked. “I wanna see! I wanna s- *cough*”. Geno started having a coughing fit. Fresh started to have the feeling in his soul again, and it only got stronger as Geno’s coughing fit continued.

Suddenly, Fresh couldn’t see or feel anything, but when he got his sight back, he gasped. He was right over Geno, right arm raised over his left shoulder. Geno, he saw, had his head to the side, holding his cheek. His face was over a small puddle of blood. Before he knew it, Fresh pressed the nurse call button, before running out of the hospital.

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When he got back home, Fresh just stared at the house, before he started crying. He realized that he’s gotten his first emotion; Sadness. He cried for when seemed like hours, but only was for a couple minutes.

After wiping his tears, he remembered what he promised Error. “If I did something that made Geno more sick and all that, I’ll get out of ya hair”. He decided to keep his promise, because breaking them was un-fresh. He then went to his room, where he grabbed a few of his clothes. He also went to Error’s room to grab a few of his clothes.

Then, he went to the laundry, where he got a bunch of food that wouldn’t spoil. After grabbing all that he needed, he put it all in his book bag, which was big enough for everything. Then he crawled under his bed, where there was a stack of money that was going to be used for college, but now going to be used for his survival.

Then, he went to grab a piece of paper, before writing a message. He wrote:

“Dear family, Geno might have told ya. Maybe not. But here’s the truth; I hurt him. It was bad, un-fresh. So I’m gonna go, stay away from ya. Remember what I said in the waiting room, Error? Well, I’m gonna keep that promise. Don’t even bother finding me. I can take care of myself, so I’ll won’t be coming back. I’d say 'I love you guys’, but that wouldn’t be true now, would it? After all, I CAN’T love.

~Fresh”

And with that, he took all his stuff, and left the house, not even looking back.

HEY! WANNA WIN A PLUSHIE?!

I’ve been debating doing some kind of giveaway for a long time now, and as I sat here pondering what my first post of 2018 would be….

Why not start the year with something fun and enjoyable for everyone.

THE PRIZE:

1 HANDMADE GENO PLUSH AND A SIGNED COPY OF MOMMACQ VOLUME 1

ONE OF THESE PLUSHIES COULD BE YOURS! :D

AS THIS GIVEAWAY INVOLVES PHYSICAL ITEMS THERE WILL BE SOME RULES! :D

- One entry per person!

- Must be a follower.

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- 1 like/1 reblog = 1 entry!

- No duplicate accounts please, thank you!

- Winner will be chosen Jan 17th!

Thank you guys!!! Your support has been awesome and amazing for 2017, and I want to give something back. Have a great year everyone!!! :D

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leiselpizzatale

5 years ago

Omg, that would be so cool. Please draw me!

anyone who reblogs this before may 2020 will get a drawing of them as a cartoon

and you can request any additions you’d like, whether it be demon horns, angel wings, mermaid tail, doesn’t matter. im bored

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leiselpizzatale

8 years ago

One Fresh, No Fresh (Chapter 5)

Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait, I couldn’t figure out how to end this chapter. I also didn’t have a lot of free time, due to having a project in my digital media class. But hey, look! It’s here! I also did that city because I remembered that video of the hot air balloons that CQ did, right here. This is also the longest chapter I’ve ever done, ahead of chapter 4 by 30 words. But without any delay, lets get to it!

Fresh, Geno, and Error belong to @loverofpiggies

MommaCQ and herself belong to @alainaprana

Other characters and story belong to me, @leiselpizzatale

Fresh looked to the side, reading the sign that said, “Welcome to New Mexico.” Even if he was only a skeleton, he felt butterflies where his stomach should be. During the ride, he just felt empty, like he was before he... Fresh shook his head. Nope. Not going to think that right now.

Looking at the road, Fresh reached Alaina with one hand, shaking her. Alaina groaned, before mumbling, “Are we there yet?”

Fresh chuckled, saying, “Not yet. Mah house is in Albuquerque. I just wanted some company right now.”

Alaina smiled. “You got butterflies in your stomach or something?”

Fresh chuckled. “Jokes on ya, I have no stomach.” He then lifted his shirt, revealing his spine, no stomach to be found. He then started blushing, before letting go of his shirt, putting his hands on the wheel, silent.

After taking a huge breath, he said, “What would they think of me, when they see me?”

Alaina chuckled, saying, “Well, I bet your mother would be so happy that your home. She would also see how much of a gentleman you are. I bet Error would be surprised at how much you can feel now.” She sighed, saying, “And I bet Geno would feel accomplished, because he never gave up on you.”

“You don’t know that.” Fresh mumbled.

“I don’t. But it’s better to think of the best, instead of the worse.”

Fresh smiled. She was right. He shouldn’t feel so depressed. He was going to see his family, and he had nothing to worry about. He was just going to meet his family. It’s not like they were going to kill him or anything. Error on the other hand…

Fresh shook his head. No, he wasn’t going to go there. Ugh, he needed to sleep a bit. “Hey Alaina, can you drive for a while? I’m starting to feel tired.”

“Sure Fresh. I’ll wake you when we get to your hometown.”

So, after switching seats, Fresh laid back, wanting to rest for what will happen.

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“Fresh, wake up. We’re here.” Fresh opened his eye sockets, wincing at the bright light of the sun. He lifted his seat, so he could sit upright, yawning as he did so. Looking out, he saw that they just passed the toll booth and were on the edge of town.

“Hey, let me drive. It’s mah turn.”

After switching, Fresh drove, until he stopped in front of a house.

“Is this your house?” Alaina asked.

“Nah, “Fresh replied. “This is my Uncles’. Hopefully, he didn’t move or anything.”

Turning off the ignition, Fresh got out of the car, before heading to the door, Alaina following him. Once at the door, he knocked it, doing the ‘shave and a haircut’ one. In the house, he heard a muffled “Coming!” before the door opened.

“Hey Error, your pre-“ Asy said, before stopping, seeing Fresh. For a while, neither of them moved nor spoke, just staring into each other’s eyes.

Their staring contest broke when Asy shook his head, pinching in between his eye sockets, whispering “Please don’t let this be a hallucination." Then, Asy reached out, knocking against his skull.

“Knock knock”

Fresh, confused, said, “Who’s there?”

“Noog”

“Noog who?”

Then, Asy grabbed Fresh’s arm, pulling him close, before yelling, “NOOGIE!” Right away, he started rubbing his fist on top of Fresh’s head. Fresh gave a yell, shouting, “Uncle Asy, no! Don’t noogie me!”

Asy laughed, saying, “Nope! This is your punishment for suddenly disappearing for 13 years with no contact!” He then looked up, seeing Alaina, who was laughing at them. “And who is this lovely lady?”

Seeing him distracted, Fresh pulled out of Asy’s arms. Breathing heavily, he replied, “This lady, Uncle Asy, is mah fiancée.”

“Ooh, how fancy,” Asy said, “Well, don’t want a pretty lady like you to keep standing. Come in, come in. I’ll get something for you to drink.”

While following Asy to the living room, Alaina turned to Fresh, whispering, “Is he always like this?”

Fresh shook his head, saying, “Only when he’s in a good mood,”

Alaina giggled, saying, “Does he hurt himself when he’s in a good mood? I’ve seen all those bandages and scars and- Fresh?” Alaina looked back to Fresh, who stopped, looking down. “Fresh, what’s wrong?”

Fresh looked at Alaina, a serious look on his face, before saying, “He doesn’t hurt himself when he’s in a good mood. He only does it when he’s in a terrible mood. Promise me, Alaina, that you wouldn’t ask him about his scars.”

Alaina nodded, before sitting down on the couch. Asy then went into the room, a cup of water in each hand, while another is floating next to his head.

“Here you are, “Asy said. After saying thank you, Alaina took a cup, before started drinking.

After Fresh took a sip of his own cup, he asked, “Hey, Uncle Asy? I heard ya saying somethin’ ‘bout Error at the door?”

Sitting down, Asy replied, “Yeah. Since you left, Error has been going fishing with me. It’s very relaxing. It’s almost time to go to fishing, anyway.”

As if saying his name will summon him, a doorbell rang, before they heard, “Come on Uncle Asy! We better go, if we want to even get a bite!”

Quickly, Asy pushed Fresh and Alaina into his bedroom. Before closing the door, Asy said, “Stay in here until we both leave. Then, you can watch T.V. until I come back. I usually drop him off at his house, so don’t worry.”

Closing the door, Asy walked into the living room, grabbing the fishing box while doing so. Opening the door, he stopped Error's hand from knocking on him instead.

“Are ready to go fishing?” Asy asked.

Error smiled, saying, “Yup! Let’s go!” before running to the car. Chuckling, Asy followed.

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“He’s not coming back, is he?”

Asy jolted awake, almost dropping his fishing pole. “Huh? What was that, Error?”

Error reeled in his line, before throwing in the pond again. “Fresh. He’s never coming back, is he?”

Asy just smiled, saying, “He’ll come back before you know it.” He didn’t like lying, but he wanted Fresh coming back to be a surprise.

“YOU DON’T KNOW THAT!” Error yelled, throwing the entire pole into the pond. He then fell to his knees, tears in his eyes. Asy bended down, rubbing Error’s back.

“It’s all my fault.” Error whimpered out.

“No it’s not, it’s not anyone’s fault, “ Asy told Error.

“Yes it is,” Error said. “If I didn’t make him promise, none of this would ever happen. Now he’s probably in an alley, starving to death, too weak to call for anyone.”

Asy then bended down farther, and then hugged Error. “You know that he’s smart. He’s probably at a very fancy job, making lots of money. Besides, you would never know what would’ve happened if he doesn’t. Geno could’ve died by his sickness, maybe not. You never know what can or can’t happen if you somehow change what your actions are.”

After thinking a bit, he asked, “Remember that movie I made you watch when you were kids, ‘Back to the Future’?” Error nodded. “Well, it’s exactly that. With him going back to 1955, Marty’s own mother loved him more than his father, and he needed to do that plan with his father to get her to love her future husband instead. But, then Biff came, and almost ruined the entire plan. They never thought to bring Biff in the picture. Time is a hard and complicated thing. But we have to go through it, just like ever hard thing in life.”

After a couple minutes of silence (besides Error crying), they pulled away, Error wiping a tear from his eye socket. “Thanks Uncle Asy. I needed that.”

“Not a problem Error. Now, “ Asy looked into the pond, “Now, Let’s go get that fishing pole.”

"Okay." Error said. Then, something popped in his head. "Hey, whose car was that in front of your house?"

Asy was half-way to pulling his shirt off when Error asked. "Wha- What do you mean?"

"Yeah, there was a car in front of your house. Who's was it?"

Nervously, Asy replied, "Oh! That! Um, I think it was one of the neighbor’s friends or something. Don't worry; I'll file a complaint later." He chuckled.

Error has a feeling like his Uncle was lying, but couldn’t put his finger on why he was lying. Faking a chuckle, he replied, “Alright. And while you do that, I’ll go get our fishing pole.”

Uncle Asy, what are you hiding?

You have been booped by this empty wrapping paper tube.

Reblog to boop all of your followers with it.

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leiselpizzatale

8 years ago

Good evening. I am fella who made that handplates procedure comic. Thank you very much for your reblog and what you said. It's good to see people thinking that was really a original comic, makes all the effort worth it. Hehe, poor Sans, he didn't knew that horror until was his time.

You are very welcome! The comic was on my dash, and since I saw zarla's name, I thought they had made a new page. But when I saw the page with Sans, I thought, "Wow! This person is really good!" And it's true. So no matter what, keep going on your amazing art!