No More Freshness

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I had dis whole flippin' 'ting wrote out, aight? Den Wattpad was just all up'n being a bish and goes "ya know what? This author has done so well, let's delete the whole funking thing! And while we're at it, let's lockem out of dere account for 4 hours!" so here I am.

Enjoy!
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  "Mom, you're sure he'll get better?"

  "Sure as your eyes are yellow, dearest." was the reply.

  "Ink and Error, too?" he asked after a while. She hesitated.

  "Sorry, kiddo. I'm not so sure about that," she said sadly, "Error should be okay but Ink... Only time will tell." She ruffled the dark blue hood on his head. He looked down.

  They were headed to the hospital to see Geno, Error, Ink, and most of all Fresh. Who are they, you ask? ((-For only $999.999 you can find out! No? Okay, just read.))

  As they pulled into the parking lot, he fiddled with his sleeves. Once parked, they got out of the car and made their way to the door. The doctors at said door dropped their pens when they saw who it was.

  "Patient 419? Y-You dusted!" One said wide-eyed.

  "Things happen, doctors. You'd think people working with scenarios like you do would be smarter and more accustomed to these types of things." the mother snapped. The man just opened the door for them, still staring.

  Once in, everyone stared. This was patient 419. He was one of the most beloved patients, as he was also one of the most common to be there, along with patient 210.((Geno)) The children all ran up, asking questions to the small, weak skeleton that used to come to the hospital's librarby and read to them. His mother picked him up and walked over to the receptionist.

  "We're here to see Fresh, Ink, and Error. Mothers Cq and Comyet. Could you tell us their rooms?" the mother asked. The receptionist, who was new, didn't pay attention to the little miracle that stood before her.

  "Rooms 430,420, and 418, ma'am," she said," and Fresh is 420, just so you know." she looked at the boy and his 'RO'-'FL' glasses that sat in his hands. The mother walked down the hall to the room. She sat the child down in the chair outside the door.

  "Stay here for a sec, kid, and I'll talk to Com and C for a minute." his mom said as she walked into the room. A few moments later, two shocked women stepped out: Comyet and Cq. They both looked at him with shaky eyes.

  While they had not known the child well, he was the one to help Fresh keep his emotions under control when he first got them, so he meant the world to them, just as much as their own children.

  "C-come on in, Fresh will be so happy to see you!" Cq whispered. She looked like she hadn't slept in a while, which was true. She led him into the room, wherein one corner was a sleeping Geno in a chair.

  The child decided to leave him be and looked over. Fresh was curled into a ball in the middle of the bed. He wasn't shaking too badly, but his glasses were smashed over on the table.

  But, most of all, Fresh was awake. The boy walked over to Fresh and tapped him on the shoulder. Fresh turned around. His one eye light got larger as he tried to speak.

  "DeccyDec?"

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Mwa ha haaa!!

The plot has twisted!

Beware the mighty Oopa!

My roar will detain you!

"mrow." :3

Jeez, I think 3 days no sleep is gettin' ta meh. Oh well.

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