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chapter 20: buried past

Fresh's POV:

(THUNK!)
Face planted in the snow real harsh. Guess that last host didn't go according to plan. Bummer. Where the flip flop was I any yo? lookin round I could see nuthin but trees an snow. Guess I'm walkin' since my board would totes not work in this weather. *Sigh*. Guess it's just one o those days.

Fresh rubbed the snow from his face and clothes before stuffing his arms in his jacket and walking off. His attitude has soured a little since his last fight, though with the 90's accent it was sort of hard to tell sometimes. As the snow crunched around him he couldn't help but notice the eerie silence. Now that he thought about it... there wasn't a single trace of anyone in these woods. Not a sound... in fact, you could probably hear a pin drop from the other side of the AU. Did this place just go through a genocide run? No... couldn't be. There wasn't a speck of dust anywhere. In fact... there wasn't a speck of anything anywhere. It's almost as if this entire AU had remained untouched for years. Did ink not finish this place or... did everyone disappear? Both statements added there own ominous prospects. But it didn't take long for him to stumble across a field of bones. Deep red in color. But not from blood. It looked like they where just naturally like that. No doubt, error had been here. He should have guessed. Walking further his suspicions where confirmed when he began to see tangles of strings strewn about the battle field. And soon... dark black goo too. "Huh. So ink home slice was 'ere too?" That's weird. Then why wasn't this place rebuilt? Ink always rebuilds the AU's after Error had left. He shrugged it off and kept walking, though something about that thought bothered him...
"Gah!"
a flash of light engulfed the battle field, nearly blinding fresh on the spot if he hadn't been wearing his shades.
Fresh: "the funk was that!?"
(Baby crying)
He looked around quickly but the small noises and whimpers soon drew his attention. Approaching a small blanket on the floor, he paused in shock. And smiled seeing what had made all the commotion.
Fresh: "heya lil homeslice, where'd you come from?"

I picked up the rad lil dude in my arms. He was so small and helpless. Like a tiny papyrus. I put a finger in front o his lil face and booped his nose. Lil dude bro stopped wailing for a sec and grabbed it. Lettin out a giggle as he chilled... huh, literally...
Fresh: "woh broseph! Yo chilled to the bone!"
No way man, defs got to getcha inside quick. I opened up a portal, cringing from the pain in my arm as I leapt through. I mades my way down ta the void place, careful not ta be seen. Not the white void place tho, that place is hella-toxic now thanks to that gross purple goo stuff. If it getcha, you're long gone my homies.
Voices: "fresh you should dump that kid in the trash where it belongs!"
Fresh: "speaking o old homies, sup brosephs, hadn't Heard from ya in a while."
Voices: "hi fresh! Just ignore them, they're just not a fan of errorink."
Voices: "I prefer errorberry personally, but I still like Paperjam."
Fresh: "Paperjam? Woh there home slices, slow down! What's all this ruckus about?"
Voices: "that THING you're holding is an amalgamation of the disgusting abomination that is ink and error having a child together."
Fresh: "wait wah...!?"
Voices: "his name is Paperjam. You can also call him PJ or Jammy. He's the son of Error and ink. He was born a couple of minutes ago actually. And he has a brother too."
Voices: "yah gradient. But he's not born yet."
Fresh looked down at the little kid.
Fresh: "he's... error's kid?"
Voices: "yah, guess that makes him your nephew since you're brothers and all..."
Voices: "eh. I guess I wouldn't mind it as much if fresh raised him. But I still don't like errorink tho."
Voices: "oooooh yes! Mamma fresh!"
Voices: "NO! Bad idea! What if he eats him? He's still a disgusting parasite remember?"
Voices: "nah, fresh is cool. Right fresh? Fresh...?"

But it was already too late. Fresh had drifted to his own little world as the small child's face soon reminded him of a black boned skeleton he once knew. And held in his own arms. One he was responsible for seriously messing up.
Fresh: "error bro... I-I'm sorry..."