(first story, could be terrible, most likely is)
Fresh, like nearly all other fanfics, is a new kid at school with a few secrets that will surprise everybody. When a jock, PJ, gets interested in the kid, Fresh's tightly woven life soon becomes unrav...
I had teleported home, not really wanting to make a scene. The moment I entered the house Cray rushed over to me.
"What injuries do you have?!" Cray shouted. I put down my stuff and started to take off my shirt, but my arms burned from my previously irritated wounds. Cray helped me and turned me around and gasped.
He started to heal it but I stopped him, "You need to keep your energy up for your trip, just stitch it for now," Cray was going on a camping trip and would leave the house for three days.
"I can sleep in the car," Cray argued as he started to heal me again.
"Just heal me until you can replenish to full in the car," I said sternly. Cray nodded, it was the only way that he would leave me alone. He could only heal about half of the wound, and it was still a stitcher. He sighed and began to stitch my wound, I bit my shirt to not cry out.
When he was done with that all, "I'm gonna put a bandage over it, so that you won't bleed on your shirt if you open it up again. You should still feel it and you should get out of there ASAP though," Cray instructed. I nodded as my phone pinged. I picked it up and looked at the messages as Cray put bandages over my stitches. There was one from PJ and one from Silverion.
Silverion: You can come by tomorrow, you were pretty hurt.
PJ: My parents want you to come over ASAP, here's the address
I smiled, my meeting with Silverion had been replaced with a meal with PJ and his parents. Cray looked over my shoulder at the texts, "Looks like you got a date."
"Cray?!?!" I shouted. I blushed slightly, I was with his parents anyways, no way anything would happen. Cray laughed and helped me get on a new shirt, but I had a question while he helped me. "How did you know I was hurt?"
"There's a video of you fighting one of those things in the gym and in the cafeteria online," Cray replied.
"WHAT?!?!" I screeched, Cray fell off of the couch in surprise. "I did NOT want that to go public!"
Cray just shrugged, "Too late now, you better go to PJ's," I just groaned and went out the door. So much stuff was gonna happen because of those dumb videos, and I'm gonna hate it!
Time skip brought to you by Fresh's annoyance (I nearly put in pain, I'm cruel)
Still Fresh POV
I rung the doorbell and waited until PJ's smile greeted me.
"Come on in!" PJ said cheerfully. I nodded and walked in, the house was crazy colorful. It was like someone took paint buckets and threw them at the walls. It was huge and had two floors, it was at least two times the size of my house.
"Hi Fresh!" Ink called cheerfully from the kitchen. I waved with a warm smile as a kid came down the stairs. He was dark boned like PJ and Error, and he had... You know what, I'm lazy.
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He crashed down the stairs as he tripped. I dashed over and grabbed his shoulders before he hit the ground. He was kinda heavy and my arms still burned from the wounds. I helped him back on his feet and PJ ran over.
"You okay bro?" PJ asked as the skeleton stood back up, so PJ was brothers with a klutz eh?
"I'm okay, thanks to...?" He looked at me in confusion.
I chuckled, "Fresh."
His eyes widened, "You're the famous Fresh! I'm Cil!"
I cocked my head to the side in confusion, "Famous?"
Cil nodded quickly, "Ink, Error, and PJ constantly talk about you. Plus the video online has to have gotten at least a thousand views!" I nearly face planted as Cil mentioned the video.
"Video?" PJ was confused.
"Someone took a video of me fighting both of those alien things," I explained, I was still angry at whoever filmed and posted it.
"Oh," PJ said.
Cil grabbed my right arm and inspected it, "How did that narly wound already heal?"
I giggled, "Narly?" Cil blushed slightly but continued to inspect it. "Ink healed it."
"Cil, did you fall again?" A voice called from the top of the stairs. I looked to the top of the stairs with the others.
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"No Palette! I got saved by Fresh!" Cil yelled up at him.
"Fresh?!" Palette yelled. Oh no! We had been friends while I was involved with the League, and he had found me when I was homeless, I haven't seen him in years. He bounded down the stairs in twos. When he was four steps he jumped at me. I barely caught him, but my arms burned even though he was pretty light. "Long time no see!" He hugged me and I awkwardly hugged back.
"Explanation?" Cil said, PJ was confused too.
He stopped hugging me and put his arm around my shoulder, I winced slightly, "We were kinda like childhood friends! Though I haven't seen or heard of him in years!" He turned back to me with a cheery smile.
"Time for dinner!" Ink called from the kitchen. Palette bounced away to the kitchen and I nearly let out a sigh of relief. I just followed them all into the kitchen, ready for the obstacle course that would be dinner.
