Fresh sighed as he looked at Error. "Darn it man, that was unrad... good thing that I legit have no emotions! See ya on the flip side, scrub."
And then Fresh skedaddled, rad as a rad radical skeledood who is the raddest of the raddest skeledudes which are the raddest race of rad history, time and space. Face it bro, he's the raddest of them all.
What was that, you really thought he loved you? Well, sorry to break this to ya, broski, but I didn't and will never have any feelings for you sinners. The only thing that I loved about this was- hey! A new vessel! Now I can look fab and rad at the same time.
Now playing with your emotions was fun and all, making you fall in love with me in less than a day, by grossing and creeping you out; making you tell me that you were weak and then dying because of me.
Wow, what an eventful day!
Now if you excuse me, I'm going to King Metta's timeline.
See ya, you filthy beings. Have fun being dead in the fictional realm.
Plot twist: Fresh was writing the story the whole time. Also he has literally no emotions and spent the entire first chapter being egotistical as heck, not to mention how he deliberately played with your emotions for his own enjoyment, even pretending to be holding back his anger when you died. The only one that cared that you died was Error, and that's only because he dumped all of his emotional trash onto you and you were his last "puppet". The only reason that he put you infront of him was because he didn't think Fresh had the guts to shoot you but oH BOY WERE THEY WRONG.
Life lessons: -Fresh is heartless and you shouldn't trust him enough to think he's hot and want to smooch him. -Error was the most logical person in the story. -You were a silly bean. -Fresh is self-centred.
ALSO DONT LISTEN TO FRESH'S MEAN WORDS. HE'S JUST BEING A MEAN BEAN SO YEAH. YOU'RE PROBABLY NOT A SINNER AND YOU'RE A GREAT PERSON BUT FRESH THINKS STEREOTYPICAL FANFIC IS DISGUSTING AND JAZZ. SO YEAH THATS ALL.
OH AND I DID HAVE ANOTHER PLOT FOR THIS CHAPPY BUT I LIKE FRESH AS A JERK MORE :D
HERE'S THE ORIGINAL PLOT:
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AND I ACTUALLY TRIED TO WRITE IT BUT... FIGHT SCENES ARE HARD
YOU CAN STILL HAVE WHAT I WROTE THOUGH, AND CAN CONTINUE IT IF YOU WANT TO, JUST AS LONG AS YOU CREDIT ME.
HERE IT IS:
No one's POV
Fresh dropped her body, a twisted smile forming as blood dropped from skeletal fingers. The love of his life had died again so he should have been used to it by now right? Wrong. Everytime she dropped to the ground, something broke inside of him. He didn't know what this was but he believed that he had to be her and he believed that he couldn't live without her. Everytime she dropped to the ground, he would almost murder her killer and would beg the protagonist to reset: to bring her back. His sympathy was gone now. All that was left was his rage and, although he did not show it, he was ready to beat the hell out of Error...
Blasters appeared around Error's now not so weak form. "Y'know Broski..." Fresh trailed, opening up his fanny pack. "I was gonna spare ya until ya decided to do that, I ain't a killer yo. At least-" images of Frisk almost dead after his attacks flashed through his mind. "... I try not to be. It ain't radical."
"But brah..." he breathed, a chuckle escaping his mouth. "Ya all up pushed me past my limit."
