No More Freshness

~∆~Ch.9~∆~

Error sat there, just staring at his brother, Fresh. Fresh, at the moment, was looking at him in pure fear. It was strange, actually. Fresh was showing his emotions. He had good reason, with the things Error had done to him, but still. Fresh curled up and away from Error, watching him.

"B-brother.." Error said slowly. The guilt crawled up his spine. He had broken his baby brother. He had broken his promise. And now, his little brother, who once looked up to him, was cowering before him, falling apart on a hospital bed. "I-I.." He would apologize. He wanted to apologize. But that wouldn't be enough. Not for what he did.

Fresh seemed to have frozen. He was just staring, not moving, not talking, not blinking. No one knew he was having a flashback. Not even him. To him, the whole thing was happening then.

"What the hell?" Fresh asked himself as he looked out the window. Error was there, glaring up at him. He opened his window. "Ye Error brah?" He asked, his lingo covering his fear.

"Get down here Freak!" He screamed. Fresh walked, NO, limped to Error. "Yeah breh?" He was about to say something, but was cut off by a slap to the face. He fell to the ground, but didn't get to react as he was then kicked in the ribs continuously. He tried to get up, tried to get away, anything. But he couldn't. So he stayed there. As his vision went blotchy, he saw another colorful blob come into view. 'Deccy.' He reached out to Decay.

"Error, stop! Please, your gonna dust him!" Deccy screamed. That seemed to jostle Error. He froze, before throwing Fresh to the ground and marching over to Deccy.

"You shut the hell up, Decans. You. Don't. Know. Anything." He screamed, slapping Decay. Now, it would have been fine, but this was Deccy. He fell, and his cheek actually dusted slightly.

The first time Error caused Deccy to go to the hospital.

Fresh shook, remembering that day, the first time he saw DeccyDec almost died. That was the first time something Error had done to him bothered him more than physically.

The way Error looked right now, his face contorted with worry and.. Heartbreak, maybe? Fresh didn't know. Nor did he care, all he was worried about was getting away from Error. He didn't want to be Error's plaything anymore. He was also way too tired, hurt, weak, and terrified of Error to tell him that, but Error got the picture. Fresh's eyelight said it all.

Fresh curled into a small ball away from Error, over to his mother, who layed a hand on his back, rubbing it softly as to calm him down. Fresh had flinched, and something strange happened. He glitched. That was weird.

Error looked at his baby brother, shocked. Sure, the three brothers were glitches. But each of them had different glitches.

Geno's was slowly making him sicker and sicker. Causing him to not have one eyesocket when he was 'born', although the glitches took care of that by covering it up. Geno's hurt him constantly. But his were easier to hide.

Error's were more visible, but less harmful. His mainly caused problems with vision and hearing. Sometimes with mobility. They also caused his mood to be completely random and spastic at times.

Fresh's.. Well, Error thought all they affected was his emotions. That's what everyone thought. Unless...

Error looked up at his brother, who was now glitching randomly. "F-Fresh?" He asked wearily. Fresh jumped slightly, winced, and looked at Error.

Because his glasses aren't on, Error got a good first look at Fresh's eye sockets. He wished he hadn't, though, as one look showed absolutely nothing. Instead of his normal enotionless specks, his sockets were completely empty. Well, one was.
The other left Error rattled. Fresh's soul was in his eye socket, and it was cracked.

Fresh opened his mouth, then closed it again. "E-Error.." He started. Error was jostled by how much emotion was in Fresh's usually monotone voice. He sounded so weak, so helpless. Like the smallest little tap would dust him. Error tried to say sorry, tried to do anything, but just couldn't say anything. He didn't realize that when Fresh closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and began shaking in pain that he was crying.

Thick sobs escaped him and he fell to the floor, mumbling 'I'm sorry' over and over. Cq didn't know what to do, keep consoling her tiny broken 90s kid, or help her older child, who was breaking down. Luckily, Ink walked in to visit, and ran over to Error, hugging him.

Fresh tried to stand beside the bed and, after many attempts, just crawled over to Error. After a minute of hesitation, he hugged Error, attempting to ignore the pain.

Cq looked at her kids, including Ink. 'Maybe tomorrow I'll tell them.' She thought, smiling slightly.