An adult, who didn't really know much about the different multiverses/universes that were created by the undertake fandom, died suddenly in a car crash. Her last thought was hoping to be reborn in a rich person's family.
What she didn't expect is t...
Fresh POV: Okay, so it's been a while since I have been Fresh.
It's been horrible!!!! There's nothing to do!
The furbbies have been telling me to go out so the others don't get suspicious. I, however, will not go out of my house and I will not go and meet Ink or Dream or anyone!!! I know it will probably be weird for Fresh to not go out and annoy people(?) or monsters(?), whatever! I am not social like Fresh.
"You guys shouldn't have picked me to be Fresh, since I am not that social!" I saw with annoyance. Right now I am sitting on my pink couch with white and blue pillows. The T.V. is on and I am watching anime.
The anime that I am watching right now is called Sailor Protecters. It is about a group of teens who have magical abilities and fight supernatural crime. They are constantly not getting help from a mysterious guy who is the main love interest for some odd reason.
"Fresh, we have been nice on letting you stay here and not pressuring you to go outside. But, we have something important to discuss with you that will need you to go out." The pink furby, who seems to be the leader and is called Poppy from me, says with a serious tone.
'Dang, this might be serious!' I say sarcastically in my mind.
"What is it then?"
"Well, the original Fresh always goes to these omniverse parties that are held each year by different multiverses that this multiverse knows," Poppy sighs,"which is why you need to go to the party that is being held next week."
'What... I need to socialize?' My mind is racing
'What if they know that I am a fake?'
'What if I need to speak to others?'
'What if someone tries to talk me?!'
My thoughts are interrupted by Poppy,"FRESH! You will need to socialize with others, however, you can leave the party after an hour, since, that was what original Fresh of this multiverse did."
"FUNK! I don't want tooo!" I wine. This is meaningless because from the looks of it, I will be forced to attend this omniverse party. Why is life like this?
"Fine, I will attend this party; however, I am not going to talk to many people... or maybe not at all." I mumbled the last party softly.
"Okay, that will be fine...I think." Poppy has an unsure look on their face.
I get up from my couch and walk towards my bedroom. I still don't know where my house is because when I look outside the windows, there is just pitch black. I go to my closet and pick out an outfit.
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(I drew this. This is the outfit chosen)
"I feel that this is what Fresh would actually wear and I kinda like it!" I saw happily.
'I will wear this for the party' I think to myself.
I change out of this outfit into my dinosaur pjs. I am already feeling exhausted from the idea of going to the party and possibly having to socialize.
'Well, I just can't wait for next week.' I saw sarcastically.
So, I don't really have an idea for this story. I will probably make up stuff or if there is any ideas that pop up in the comments I probably do those.
