Fresh New Antivirus

Ch. 84 - The 9th Signature

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Fresh smiled as Nightmare looked over the two documents. One a document that meant everything to the multiverse, and one a document that meant the multiverse to Fresh.

Nightmare was glad for the excuse to avoid the unfortunate - shudders - festivities occurring in his home.

"Now then~" Lust said, grabbing Fresh's shoulders and herding him out with a smile, "Time to get you into proper attire, young man~!"

"But I don't wanna!" Fresh bemoaned, like a Grian being told to finish the back of his base- wait, who is that- Regardless, Fresh pouted, pulling his best cute face, "Please, Papi-Lust broski?" Shades reading, 'PLS-...?' and even going so far as to conjure literal star shaped attacks to shine around his face.

Lust actually cackled. Cackled at his valiant attempts of deflection! The nerve!

"You're not getting out of this one, kiddo," Lust jumped up to catch Fresh's neck in the crook of his elbow, proceeding to noogie him.

How dare. Fresh does the noogie. He is not the noogied! His retaliation was swift. But their powers were equal. A draw. For now.

When Error himself tossed what he had just completed knitting at Fresh, covering his face, his fate was sealed. Not like it wasn't already, but let a guy complain, will ya?

Pulling the cloth from his skull revealed its true form. It was a rainbow striped shirt.

"N-N-N-Not a chance," Error smirked in agreement with Lust. "For the sake of multiversal peace, p-p-p-put your baby clothes on."

"Pfft," Chaos giggled, not looking up from their game but clearly listening in.

"B-Baby clothes!" Fresh stepped back dramatically, gaze cast down and darkened, "Yo, you wound me deeply, windows vista. Revenge be coming for you in the form of a glitter bomb one o' deez days."

"Just keeping you h-h-h-humble, rainbow upchuck," casually said, but the tell tale sweat drop spoke of his shakenness at such a devastating threat.

"For crying out loud," Nightmare pinched the ridge of his nasal bone, "Just put the ducking shirt on."

Fresh sighed.

"... fiiiine, Mr. Noot-Noot, broski, sir."

Lust whooped, offering an enthusiastic high five to the serious Guardian of Negativity. It was, with great reluctance and a mighty sigh, that it was returned with minimal effort.

Nightmare sighed, "And stop with the undignified nicknames."

"No can do, Mr. Noot Noot, broski, sir."

Unlike Fresh's outing with Black of the Alpha Timeline, he didn't grab the doorframe in complete protest. He had a peace treaty to uphold after all. He left with dignity. He left with grace. He left of his own free will.

He looked himself in the mirror as he tried on his new signature outfit.

The puffy vest from Black reminiscent of Marty McFly, a striped - and criminally soft - sweater from Error, a rainbow band-aid across the nasal ridge from Asy, and the rest he made himself via commands. He truly continued to be the most colorful skeleton to his knowledge.

But he could go further.

Being as he was switching up his fit anyway, maybe he should also swap out his hat for the pink fedora he had worn in the mafia AU? Maybe not. Ooh - tye-die bucket hat! Perfect! Oh oh- and adding some lights to his wheelies could be cool, as for the pants, maybe something more skater-like. Ripped jeans with bleached splotches, chain belt, nice nice-