No More Freshness

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-Elsewhere, right after the glitch out-

   As I felt my body slam to the ground, my scarf fluttering behind me, the only thing I could think of was drawing. I don't understand why, but even as I passed out cold moments later, the only thing on my mind was drawing. My thoughts revolved around it while I slept.

  When I finally woke up, I noticed that there was a large paint brush beside me, it's bristles tickling my nonexistent nose. I sat up and looked at it as memories flooded in. I'm an artist- at least, I want to be one. Broomie was my paintbrush. I laid my hand on the wooden handle, the beautiful designs intriguing me greatly.

   I stood up and brushed the invisible dust off of my creamy brown overalls. After I stretched and popped my bones, I picked up broomie. I then noticed that underneath him was a sash. I picked it up and fingered the small vials filled with colorful liquids. I opened the red one and dipped the tip of my my finger in it, immediately ripping it out and dropping the vial. It burnt my finger- you could clearly see the burn mark. I heard sizzling and looked down to see that the red death liquid had spilt and was burning my scarf. I yanked on my scarf and walked away from the puddle, sitting down when I felt far enough away. I sat for hours, it felt, just testing with the other vials, learning their tricks. The light blue froze things, the black brought on terrible nightmares to the person it was used on, and the deep purple created chains and held the victim captive, and so on.

   It was a tiring process, as I had figured out that these vials were my magic. I laid my head down and fell asleep moments later, smiling as pleasant dreams entered my mind.

-With the Others-

   As Fresh, Decans, and Geno chatted, the only thing Error could think about was Ink. He had no clue where he was, and they had looked in literally every universe and void. He had walked for days in the voids searching for his best friend. It was depressing- Fresh, Decans, and Geno were all so similar, he was nothing like them. He wasn't like anyone. The voices had taken advantage of this weakness and were screaming insults and profanities at Error.

   Fresh, while he was listening to Geno and Decans talk about Nightmare's gang, was mainly watching Error as he created a black, blue, and red scarf. He looked extremely sad, but last time Fresh tried to talk to him he got kicked at. He would rather not dust- after all, he was very weak; him, Geno, and Deccy all were. Error had distanced himself ever since three days ago, when he had grabbed Deccy's arm so roughly that Deccy now had another dent in his arm from where he had dusted slightly.

   The scale of happiness for Geno would be off the charts. While he was in a deal of pain, he wasn't the only one- he knew that now. He also knew that, unlike the weird and super tall dark cloak skeleton had said, he wasn't going to be eternally alone. It was an amazing day for him when Fresh and Error had found Deccy. Deccy was super close to him, not as much as he was to Fresh, but their illness was a close bond. Geno had shared many tips and tricks for when someone gets sick. It was amazing.

   The four skeletons were all now laying near each other, all half asleep, sharing stories. All but Deccy- he was already asleep. Fresh had his arm wrapped around Decans, unknowingly making the sleeping skeleton's face become covered in a yellow hue of blush. Fresh wasn't much better with his face covered in purple. Geno looked to his youngest brother and chuckled. Even if Fresh couldn't really feel emotions, maybe their was a possibility of him still having them. They had all just closed their eyes when-

   "H-hello?"

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So, I tried to write something.

Heh.

It's small, but I'm out of school and had nothing to do.

Usually during this time in the summer, I'd be in the pond with Dozer and Diesel.

Welp.

Hope you enjoyed!

- Oopa Out!