No More Freshness

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  Fresh looked at his brother, feeling extremely empty all of a sudden. He didn't believe that Error had just said that. Error didn't know. Not at all. He didn't know how it felt to go around with no feelings, no emotions, while his sick brother and sick friend were dying. He didnt know how it felt to be beaten by his brother for something he couldn't control. And Error surely didn't know what it was like to have these emotions jump at him all at once. To all of a sudden feel everything, when being used to nothing.

  And he didn't know the pain that Fresh went through every day, no one did. He hid it painfully well. No one knew that his soul was trying to kill itself, trying to destroy the magic inside itself. It was excruciating,  yet no one even noticed. He was glad that the doctor's hadn't asked him questions.

  He ran up to his room, unnoticed tears flying behind him and hitting Error in the face. Error gasped as Fresh slammed the door to his bedroom, something that he had never done. It was now that Error realized that he may have been wrong, maybe he didn't know how Fresh felt. But he knew that he needed to get his mom up to Fresh, because it was obvious that Fresh was breaking down, and needs help.

  Error ran to Cq's office, whirling around the desk and to his mother. "Momma! I think Fresh is about to do something bad! Help!" He screamed as his voice glitched more than ever. His mother jumped, half asleep. She ran up to Fresh's room, where she saw her youngest son curled in a ball on the floor, hyperventilating and clutching his skull, digging crevaces in his skull. Now that she looked, there were tons of marks on his skull.

  "Is that why he wears a hat all the time?" , that was her main thought as she knelt down and picked him up and, cradling him, pulling out his soul. It looked like a normal soul for the most part.

  It was white and upside down, with rainbow colors swirling in the middle of it, his sign of magic identity. She would have left it as fine, if not for one distinguishing fact: the colors were slowly turning grey at the ends inward. This was extremely worrying, as it showed that something was taking his magic away. Cq and Error both gasped as Cq stood up and ran to the car with Error behind her. Once in the car, Fresh tried talking.

  "I... I-I tried to k-keep you
fr-urck-from n-noticing... Heh...ow... Sorry..." Fresh said, feeling stupid and once again wishing he wasn't alive to have to go through this. His mother sighed as tears ran down her cheeks. Her babies, why them? They've gone through alot, and somehow, Fresh had been hiding alot of his emotions. And now this. She didn't want to lose Fresh, too.

  She gulped and glanced at Fresh, who was looking out the window, his hand clenched over his ribcage where his soul was at. His face was contorted in pain, and he said a small 'ouch' at every bump. She had a feeling it was more than just 'ouch', but she shook it off as she looked back at Error. He was looking at his arms, then back up to Fresh. It wasn't entirely there, but she thought she saw worry. Worry for Fresh. Something Error had never shown before. He saw Cq watching and looked down at his arms again.

  She noticed how his arms seemed unnaturally interesting. She'd ask about it later. She focused again on the road as they neared the hospital.

  Fresh then groaned in pain and curled into a shaking ball, wrentching and screaming in agonizing pain. But he was the only one that knew how agonizing the pain really was.

  Cq stopped the car and got out to get Fresh. She ran inside the hospital,  Error following in suite, and as soon as the receptionist saw them (as they were quite popular there) she called in the doctor and led them to a room.

  This receptionist, Mrs. Callopy, had a connection to Fresh. She was the only worker that Fresh talked to, and they had often had pun wars, and although he didn't understand emotions, he was good at faking.

  They ran into the room, trying to calm Fresh down. Cq ended up having to sit on the bed until the doctors came, as Fresh had latched onto her.

  The doctors eventually got there, and immediatly they unlatched Fresh from his mother. He wrenched in pain when they touched his ribcage, and let out an unholy scream as he tried to wriggle free, making the pain worse. They sedated him to keep him from hurting himself further. They took off his hoodie, exposing all of the cuts on his wrists. Cq let out a choked sob and Error shifted uncomfortably, which drew Cq's attention and she remembered what she had saw earlier.

  "Error, what was so interesting about your wrists earlier, honey?" Error was thrown into a panick attack and crashed immediately, and his mother just sighed and looked back to Fresh as she wrapped her hand around Error's. By then, the doctors had gotten Fresh's shirt off as well, revealing something bad. His entire ribcage was covered in bruises, cuts, and 4 ribs were even missing, having dusted away. They weren't self-inflicted. When Fresh had come to her saying Error was picking on him, she expected name-calling. Not... This.

  "Oh dog, I didn't know it was this bad.." She heard someone whisper beside her. She looked over to see Error gaping at Fresh, tears in his eyesockets. She looked at him, a question lingering in her gaze that he caught immediatly.

  "N-no Momma! I never went that far! I just... A while back, I saw Fresh in his room with his shirt off, and his back had bruises on it. Not like this. I confronted him about it. He said that a couple of kids were picking on him. But that's not what being picked on looks like momma. That's-" she cut him off before he could finish.

   "Soul Magic Deterioration."
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  1049 words! New record for meh!(edit:no it wasn't)  Anywho, here ya are.
  I should be able to post more, cuz we FINALLY got internet. So... Yeah. That. Comment if ya have any ideas or if ya just want to chat. Oh, and I have KIK and Tumblr now if ya wanna check that out. I should put them in my bio soon, so.... Bye broskis! See ya on tha flip side!
-Trash