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For the records, my version of Horrortale will not have Aliza, Frisk returns to the underground~

She’s also my first Frisk to have somewhat of a voice(dialogue) although small.

Omg, this is so funny! I wonder if @loverofpiggies has seen this before.

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.

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I used to like baby carrots too. Like, it was almost addiction, coming home after school and eating a whole bag of them while watching cartoons. Then, I got glasses, and suddenly, after a while, they didn’t taste as good as they used to. Now, I still eat them, but only drowned in ranch.

Now that I think of it, there is like two bags of them in my refrigerator now. And I got some ranch too. Let me just-

I went to go get a bag of chips

And walked upstairs with a bowl of baby carrots instead. 

I didn’t even know we had fresh veggies in the house, but I feel like I’m making the right decision here. 

Omg one time when I was working at my job, I heard Last Christmas being sung by Jimmy Eats World. I thought it was fine at first, and then he started singing, and I cringed so hard when I heard him lowering the notes at "but the very next day", instead of at "you gave it away". It makes it sound awkward when he sings the rest of the verse.

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