No More Freshness

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400 views. Just... Thanks, guys, so flip-daggity'n much. This means a lot ta me. Y'all seriously have no idea.

Anywho, y'all def didn't click dis to see me talk, so on to da story.

P.S- HAPPY B-DAY MA BODACHEOS ERROR BRAH!
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  "I missed y-you too, Fresh. How long'zit been?" Deccy smiled shyly at Fresh, who just stared at him.

  "I-I thought you were g-gone." was all Fresh said.

  Deccy sat on Fresh's bed and hugged him, tears falling. "I'm so flipping' sorry Dec, seriously, I shoulda listened; shoulda been dere." Fresh stated after a moment, pulling away and looking at Deccy's eye lights.

  "It's okay, Fresh. You were, uh, not yourself. I understand."
 
  "But it's not!  It doesn't matter if I wasn't myself, I shoulda been there for you!" Fresh's lingo and accent slipped, and he didn't sound like himself. He sounded... Empty? That was the only way Deccy could explain it.

  Just then Geno stirred. He sat up, rubbing his skull, and looked at Fresh, then Decay. Tears threatened to fall from his eye as he ran over and hugged them both. "Hey Decay." He said calmly after a moment. Deccy just waved back, looking down.

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  "E-Error, Your not supposed to be jumping around!" Geno looked fearfully at his brother. Currently, Error was jumping from chair to chair as Fresh, high-tailing it in his wheelchair, tried to poke him.

  "ThEn telL Him to sTop!" Error wailed, panting heavily and holding his ribs. His voice was extremely glitched from Fresh's 'game'. Geno sighed and looked at Fresh, who was parked beside Decay, holding his side and hissing in pain. Deccy was looking at Fresh, eyes glazed with worry, and rubbing his back.

  "S-sorry brah. I-, " Fresh wheezed and clenched his eyes closed. "I know ya h-hate dat as much a-as I do. Prolly m-more." He struggled to breath, and leaned back in the chair. Error looked up at him, slight pain etched across his face, but mostly worry. Fresh looked at him and sighed.

  Apparently the only thing Fresh was good at these days was making people worry. He was just about to be lost into a wirl-wind of his thoughts when his Aunt Com walked in, holding a cake. 'Happy Birthday Error' was written across it.

  After singing happy birthday, much to Error disapproval, they all sat and chatted for the rest of the night.

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Sorry I cut it short, I wanted to get one out today.

I'm stressed as frick, so sorry.

-Oopa Out..