No More Freshness

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"Geno! You promised no pictures!" Error wailed, pushing the camera away. Fresh stared at them, trying to figure out what made their voices change like that. His sounded so monotone, and he didn't know how to change it. He wanted to figure it out, so he didn't have to see his mom glance sadly at him every time a normal person would emotionally react, but he didn't. He was extraordinarily smart and observant for a 3 year old, but that didn't bother him. Nothing did.

"Aw, come on bro, I just wanna capture the moment." Geno said giggling. It was his first day out of the hospital, and to make him happy, Error dressed up in Fresh's clothes, and vis-à-vis. Error was small for his age, so it worked out. Geno was giggling histarically as Uncle Asy sneakily took pictures of them while Error his his face in Geno's scarf.

Fresh turned to Uncle Asy, and Asy looked at him. It was the first time in a long time that someone had looked at him with something that wasn't pity.

He felt somethig stir within his soul, something warm, swirling around.

"Uncle As! Mumma! I fewt somefin'! I fewt somefin'!" He said, giggling. He was smiling. Something he'd never done. It felt weird, a good weird. They all looked at him in awe, not pity, and he felt another surge of something, something less warm and more calm,soft.

"Can you pull out your soul for us baby-bones?" Asy said. He did as he was told, and his soul popped out. It was usually a dull grey. Now, it was bright white, and Red and orange swirled around the middle.

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Fresh, waking up, immediately feeling a strange feeling, like he was sleeping. He put his hand to his chest to pull out his soul, but it was already pulled out in front of him, with many IVs and cords going to it. The color was almost completely faded, and the white had turned dull. He sighed and looked over to see his brother on another bed, his soul out as well. IVs were in his soul as well. As he looked closer, he realized one of the IVs went from Error's soul to his. Error was volunteering part of his magic to Fresh. Fresh realized that he must have been closer to dusting than he thought. That thought made him even sadder, and his soul dulled even more before refturning.

Error stirred, and looked at Fresh before smiling. "Hiya Fresh. You're finally awake." He stated. Fresh looked at him confused. "You were out for 5 days, brother." He continued, looking down. "Your ribs had even started dusting. More than they were, apperently." He finished. Fresh looked down and sighed, Fidgeting with his thumbs.

The doctors came in and looked at everything, unhooking Error's soul and putting it back in his ribcage. They took tests with Fresh's soul, and gave him medicine for the pain. "Not that it helps..." Fresh thought. He just wished that Deccy, Geno, and Asy were there to help him. They would make this better. But they were gone.

His soul dulled greatly as huge tears fell down his face and onto his soul. He shook as his soul then cracked, dozens of smaller cracks forming as well.

"Mo-ack-m... He-urck-elp.." He cried queitly as more cracks appeared.

3 inches.

Error walks in.

Fresh giggled even more, a yellow and green stripe forming and swirling with the others.

4 inches.

Error runs out and gets Cq and the doctors.

"Fresh, you dumbass! I said not to touch my fucking books!" Error skreeched. Error kicked Fresh in the back of the leg, and Fresh felt the swirling in his soul again. He hadn't felt it in a long time. He ran to his room, pulling out his soul. A dark blue stripe. It was sad, and didn't mix with the others, just swirled, slower than the others as well.

5 inches.

The doctors rush in, one taking Fresh's soul, the others grabbing his arms and legs to keep him still. They couldn't do anything to hold his soul down.

"You would never understand my glitching! No one does!" Error screamed at Uncle Asy. His glitches then blinded him, and he freaked out. Asy tried to calm him, partially freaking out himself, but was only making it worse. Fresh grabbed Asy's arm, telling him that he needs to leave him be for a moment, but that sent Asy into a different kind of panic. He curled onto the floor, Fresh following, wanting to calm him down but not knowing how. Asy began to scratch at his arms and face, crying and mumbling about how 'Papy had left' and 'why is Papy back?' Over and over. Fresh's mom walked in and immediately called Asy's doctor, who came and brought him back to the asylum because of his relapse.
That night, Fresh felt something in his soul again. He pulled it out, and saw a lighter blue stripe joining with his dark blue stipe. It was slow as well, yet it had a more pained feeling. Like something wasn't right. Beside it was a purple stripe, and it was menacing. Like it belonged where Asy was.

5.3 inches.

"I know what to do." The doctors turned to see Error standing up, hands up. "Trust me." He said, pulling out his own soul. It was black and red, with Errors covering it, and blue strings. At first glance, the strings seemed to be part of the soul. But after close examination, the strings seemed to be added. Holding the soul together. They moved out of the way. Error walked forward, pulling blue strings from his eyes. Error effortlessly pulled the strings into Fresh's soul, around and around like a master. As if sewing a hole in a jacket. He worked until Fresh's soul was completely stitched before anyone noticed that the strings where green, not blue. The strings had healing magic, a strenuous type of magic. No one knew Error even had that type. Error put the strings away and passed out cold, falling onto the hard tile.

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3 chapters in one day. Jeez. Eh. This prolly won't happen again, I was just bored. And full of ideas.

If you haven't noticed, this is gonna be a pretty short story. Unless I come up with something better than my plan now. Anywho, if ya have any ideas, or just want to chat(or NEED to chat), just hit me up.

See ya on tha flip side broskephs and shebroskephs!

-Trash