I don't know if this has been asked before, so I'm sorry it it has, but I remember learning somewhere that Fresh can't infect human souls. I was wondering if this was true, because I'm trying to keep the characters in my stories as close to their creator's canon as possible. Can he infect human souls, and if not, why? (Again sorry if this has been asked before.)
Don’t worry! Fresh has been worked and reworked more then any other character (I love him but he is a frustrating one that is hard to pin down- despite knowing his personality!) I did say that once, but now? Its definitely a case of him being able to possess humans too.
It kinda irks me a little bit because it used to be a really big deal if someone got infected with the fresh and now pretty much everyone is getting freshed like its no big deal....
*shrug* I can’t control people yoAs long as everyone is having a good time I don’t care either or. :)
You know, thanks to my favorite Freshy friend, I have purchased a pair of YOLO glasses and every time someone gets annoyed with me, I flip my hat backwards and put on the glasses and only talk like the Freshmaster, and make them more annoyed. That's how to handle your problems, right?
what ya been up to lately fresh? action? drama? romance? give us the deets.
Fresh kissed Metta twiceStopped glittergeddonFINALLY CAME TO TERMS WITH THE FACT HE LOVE PACIFRISK AND SEES THEM AS FAMILYand gave them and Pillow Frisk a Furby an apology.
Thanks to you, I just thought of the dumbest conversation between Sage and Fresh Sage: Lemme cleanse your chakras, compadre <3 Fresh: OVER MY dEAD bODy, LADY-BRAH Sage: Oh, that can be arranged sweetie *wiggles eyebrows* Fresh: Wait WHAT
OMFG she does like mild low-key threats like he always does, but UNLIKE HIM she can actually DISH OUT WHAT SHES SAYIN
ALRIGHTY!
This lovely lil lady is named Sage. She’s a new character in my “Lucidia’ comic I am (very slowly) preparing for, after my other comics are done. I was listening to some music, and as characters always do, she slowly appeared. I drew her a couple days ago, worked out kinks in her design, and she became… this.
Fun stuff about my Lucidia comic- she, Salt, and Pepper, are all very high ranking Reapers. (Lucidia is about the Underworld and a Multiverse and all that funness) Worst of the worst problems arise, at least one of those three are called to take care of it.
And fun stuff about SAGE! She is a big spiritual peacelovin lovely, who runs local free drum circles in town. She’s very close friends with Salt, and sort of tolerates Pepper, but definitely doesn’t let it show. There’s more to her then that, but spoilers and all that. The yellow thing IS her hoodie, in this world only reapers are allowed to wear hoodies, and anyone who IS a reaper is required to wear them at all times. She just decided to go a bit more…. psychedelic with it. <3
PS pretty sure she got half her head sliced off in a mission, and they sort of screwed it back onto her.
People during the livestream also wanted to see Sage and Fresh so I did a thing. A comic is gonna update soon enough. <3
Sage so far I think is my fav character in Lucidia. (Sorry S and P)
Hey there uh Homeslice. This is Kali-Undertale bodyguard just wanted to say i had a uh super radical time hanging with you at the wedding this week. So uh peace out until we hang out again. (Mun sorry if i already messaged you i honestly cant remember if i messaged you or not if i did sorry for remessaging you but i just wanted to say thanks for RPing with me at the wedding it was a lot of fun and I'd love to do it again)
(I LOVED rping with you! Kali was such a nice character <3 Very open and understanding!)
2.0: *heelyz into the room.* Heeey chummy chumo broseph yo! How's it hangin? Howzit goin with your /sibling/ ? Heh. *he skates back and forth, mockingly.* What'd I tell ya bro? What'd I tell yaaa? Heh heh.
Fresh: YO SIBLING? Ah hahhahaha you know just as well as I do I aint got none!
Fresh: *heelies back and forth* YO why you all up buggin me today
2.0: *skates around the other.* Heh, Well. Not a n y m o r e. amiright? Heh.
Fresh: .......ah hahahahaha MAN
Fresh: you always such a RADICAL CHUM
2.0: You bet I am, so buddy pal. You been. F E E L I N' very well lately?
Fresh: Yo I'm feelin RADICAL as ALWAYS
Fresh: why you askin?? :D
Fresh: Aint nothin crampin my style
2.0: Yo, bro. Just makin sure you're all 'aite. Cuz, yanno. Don't wanna get anyone. Angry with ya.
Fresh: I got a PARTY to go to tomorrow night but YO awul things keep happenin there
Fresh: Yeah, angry-- YO AINT AN ISSUE
Fresh: Seen the light yo
2.0: *skates listlessly around the other.* Yo dawg, y'sure? Cuz man. From what I been seein, you still ain't been all the great.
Fresh: I.... *sigh*
Fresh: *He fixes his glasses watchin 2.0 closely* I got it, ur message loud n clear
Fresh: *smiles* Which is why I'm doin great
2.0: *he stops.* You. do. Really.
Fresh: the kiddo was the PROBLEM. Both of em. And now, they're gone
Fresh: So ya know what, my worlds been all up OPENED again
2.0: *He stares at Fresh a moment, then laughs.* But bro. Y O U wouldn't have done it, would ya have?
Fresh: I..... I aint a killer yo. At least- *thinks back to when he almost killed Pacifrisk* ....I try not to be. It aint radical.
Fresh: You should all up know THAT, dawg
2.0: *He kicks his board into his arms, and walks right up to Fresh. He's so fuckin' close.* Bro. Sometimes. Ya gotta do what ya've gotta to survive. And that means, bein' willing to cut the ties y o u r s e l f.
Fresh: I-- *pulls back slightly, uncomfortable* ....the deed is done, isn't that what matters?
Fresh: Error all up killed em.
Fresh: They're GONE and that should matter, yo
2.0: That's what I all-up meant for ya to do last time. Take'em out. Get rid of the threat, yanno?
Fresh: I..... but- I aint a murderer. I aint the type
2.0: Hey, hey. *He takes a step back, putting out his hands.* Yeah, sure. They're gone. It's chill. But. What if there wouldnta been any Error, huh?
Fresh: You know the answer to that dawg! *he just smiled* They'd still be around. But. They arent. *he glanced to the side*
Fresh: The deed is done, why should it matter by WHO
2.0: Bro. This is why i'm more on the up an' up right now than you. You l e t yourself fall, brah.
Fresh: Yo I aint fallin
2.0: Hey, yo. The /who/ ain't my place to give, y'dig.
Fresh: *watches, putting his hands in his pockets as he smiled a bit forcefully* Uh huh
2.0: Sure 'yare. And they're gettin' angry, man. They don't like this. All of your all-up attachment.
2.0: Why do you think I exist in the first place?
Fresh: AND MY ATTACHMENT IS DONE!
Fresh: So maybe you should all up DISAPPEAR
Fresh: because you aint USEFUL anymore
Fresh: because I'm back yo
2.0: *He starts skating back and forth again.* Brah, that ain't gonna happen. Not so long as you still gotta chance ta stray.
2.0: And ya do.
Fresh: Ah hahahaha
2.0: And ya will. Heh.
2.0: And then I'll be there to all-up take over. And it'll all be chill again.
Fresh: ...they're dead, the problem is dead
Fresh: I corrupted an entire universe just from attendin that last party yo
Fresh: p sure I'm doin great
Fresh: I won't stray again yo
2.0: *he gets close once more and sets a hand on the other's shoulder.* But are they the only problem brah?
2.0: Ya've done it once, yo.
Fresh: *glances over* .....
2.0: Ya've already started down that wicked unrad path.
Fresh: ....then....
Fresh: can you take it away? I mean- the thoughts. The emotions, yo.
Fresh: I won't stray then
2.0: *he leans onto the other, seeming to contemplate.* Heh. Nah. Not /y e t/, but. brah.
Fresh: *watches closely*
Fresh: I just-.
Fresh: Nevermind.
2.0: Seems they're willin' to keep givin ya a chance, provided ya can deal.
2.0: No more'o'this /real/ stuff, yanno?
2.0: I toldya last time, bro.
2.0: I'll help ya out. But.
2.0: Ya've gotta stop with this shiznig. They don't. like it.
Fresh: Yeah no I got it bro
Fresh: I just. I don't WANT it but it just keeps comin ya know?
Fresh: I just figured, yo, since you're in the 'know'....
Fresh: Maybe you could- HELP fix it.
Fresh: I don't like it.
2.0: Heh. *he adjusts his own glasses.* Brah, I plan to. Eventually. Yanno, when the up and ups give the a-okay. Can't leave ya so all up an' messed up, yanno? *he shrugs.* It only keeps comin' back cuz ya let it start. And now? It's your worst enemy. And yo. They wanna see you fight it. Fight back brah. Shut it out. Totally.
Fresh: ....I.....
Fresh: I'm doin my best. Its AWFUL. It- bro, its terrible, I can't stop- thinkin of-- what happened. How do I do it- how--- *he was silent a moment before shaking his head*
Fresh: No, I'll get it. I'll figure it out. They wanna see me fight it? WOOW
Fresh: I'll get myself back to ground zero, I swear it. And they'll probs enjoy the ride.
2.0: *He sets both hands on the other's shoulders.* You've got to. It'll fade. It's gone now. They're gone. They're nothin' anymore. Just let it be at that. If ya keep it up, in their eyes? You're breakin hard, man. But if you fight it? If you shut it off? Yo. Mad points. Mad points that you can get /back/. Ya want that, don'tcha?
Fresh: Y....yeah, absolutely bro. Thats ALL I want. I hate this, bro. It'll fade. Good. I'm not breakin. I'll fight it, and shut it off. That's what I'll do, yo. They'll see. *he just smiled darkly to 2.0* They'll see how unnecessary you'd be, broseph.
2.0: Good. Cuz yo. Like I told ya before. They're all coded against us. The only way to win, is not to let'em in. And. Heh. Bro. I dare ya to take me to that day. *He shoots the other his own mocking leer, and then his expression softens a bit.* Hey. Lemme give ya somethin.
Fresh: Ah hahaha yo what you given me?
2.0: *he digs into his pocket and pulls out a small packet of what appears to be colored sugar.* FunDip yo! No hard feelings 'aight? Just had ta make sure you're still on the up an' up. Wouldn't want anything h a p p e n i n' to ya, dig?
Fresh: ....?? Ah hahaha, yo of course dawg! You a good pal, I'm always a fan of FUNDIP
2.0: Nice brah. Nice. *he hands it over.* Enjoy, and remember. Q̲̞̪̬͓u̧i̵̘͇͇̞t̷̞͖̘̗̯̦̮ ͚̭̝̹s͉͢ṭ̳̳͙̝̯ͅr̹̗̜̟͇a̸͇̦̺̠̳ͅy͉̭̝͝i̲̣̪͟n̰͔,̛͚͎ ̧͓͖͕͔͉̠͖b͚ṟo͏̼̺̻̜͇̱̰.͏̞͙
This is a conversation between Grillby and yourself, Fresh.
Fresh: DANG MY FIRE BROSKI
Grillby: ...Sans?
Fresh: yo all up good to see ya. YO I mean technically I'm a Sans
Fresh: this body is a Sans so yes I am Sans
Fresh: See me all up do a pun
Fresh: WHAT UP IM BONETIRED FROM BEIN SO RADICAL
Grillby: ...Sans, I am a bit frightened right now. Are you feeling alright?
Fresh: FFFFFF *vibrates a moment* YES I FEEL FINE
Grillby: I don't think your fine...Do I need to get you something to drink?
Fresh: yo I dont drink intoxicant beverages like *GASP* alchohol!
Fresh: Its bad news broseph brobama brohammed ali broseph stalin marilyn mon BRAH BROTIEN SHAKE
Grillby: I meant ketchup, friend..
Fresh: .....o
Fresh: yes that is a thing I drink
Grillby: Or maybe you have already had enough because I'm not sure I can understand..
Fresh: right I KNEW THAT
Grillby: Sans you are really worrying me..
Fresh: *his glasses flash a moment from saying YOLO to saying 'HELP ME'* Bro I'm good
Fresh: I'm just in a RADTASTIC MOOD
Fresh: because life is GREAT
Fresh: ISNT IT??
Grillby: Well none of the dogs have broken any of my tables yet so..yes, I believe so.
Fresh: YES GOOD LIFE IS GOOD AND GRAND
Grillby: Are you drunk? You don't start yelling like this till your four bottles in..
Fresh: GASP NEVER
Fresh: oh am I all up yellin? Bro I'm SORRY
Fresh: I get SO EXCITED
Fresh: when I'm freaking out
Fresh: and nervous
Fresh: ABOUT HOW EXCITED I AM
Fresh: *sits down and puts his head on the bar* Woah Im fine bro just takin a two second nap
Grillby: [Backs away slightly] Sans please, if something is wrong you can tell me..
Fresh: yo everything is.... fine? yeah. *smiles over* I'm SO HAPPY
Grillby: You are never this...'happy'.
Fresh: hahahahahaha well, willingly at least
Fresh: BUT YO
Fresh: NOW IM EXTREMELY HAPPY
Fresh: for all the RIGHT REASONS
Fresh: because sometimes all you need to be happy
Grillby: And what reasons is that..?
Fresh: is to be FORCED INTO IT. *smiles wide* ok I'll take that ketchup bottle now that sounds kosher
Grillby: ... [He leans under the bar and grabs a bottle] ...Of course, a ketchup for my favorite customer.
Fresh: Yo THANK YOU
Grillby: [Hands over the bottle.] You showed up rather early today..
Fresh: Yo, yeah *takes the bottle, spinning a moment on the barstool* I just wanted to see how my BEST BRO was doin!
Grillby: Best bro..? I don't think you've ever called me that.
Fresh: *glances over, popping off the lid* Oh. Really? HUH. Well it was about time I DID YO. You a great bff ya dig, all up givin me ketchup and listenin to me
Fresh: I mean I assume thats what we do
Grillby: ...Of course. [He picks up a glass and starts to wipe it down.] Can you answer a question for me?
Fresh: SURE BRO! *eyebrow wiggle* What up??
Grillby: Can you tell me..what we did the last time you stayed past closing?
Fresh: ..... *watches quietly a moment, his smile faultering for a second* Oh, just a couple nights ago of course!
Grillby: Yes, it was a couple nights ago. So..?
Fresh: So.... what? *turned away slightly glancing to the ketchup, not drinking it*
Grillby: I asked what we did when you stayed. [Placing the glass down he fixes his glasses slightly.] You must know, friend.
Fresh: ........yo of course I do! We were just chattin and talkin and all up having FUN together ya dig??
Grillby: ...Sans.. [Looking down he turns his back to the skeleton.] Of course..
Fresh: *he sits there, watching Grillby closely* .....heh. Sounds like you got somethin to say? You can talk to me. About anything.
Grillby: It is just..about that night. I should have imagined you'd want to forget about it...
Fresh: ...........ah. I had a lil too much ketchup, could you give me a refresher?
Fresh: You don't have to *glances back to the bottle* Ya know what, nevermind it aint important yo. You're right I want to forget about it, ah haha.
Grillby: [shaking his head he turns back, another bottle in hand.] ...Then why did you tell me you liked it?
Fresh: .......sigh.
Fresh: *Turns to smile to Grillby* I say. We just drop the whole thing, huh? Maybe. That would be in both our best interests.
Grillby: ...Heh, I see. I have another question however..
Fresh: Sure.
Fresh: *Fresh avoids eye contact as he examines the bottle*
Grillby: I need to ask.. [Lifting a hand the front door of the bar slams shut, locking.] Where is my Sans?
Fresh: ......
Fresh: ah hahaha.
Fresh: *he turns, facing Grillby, his eyes glowing from behind his glasses* He's right here. With me.
Grillby: [Rolling up his sleeves the flames flare out.] What /are/ you?
Fresh: *he just smiled sitting there* ....a friend, of course. If you'd let me be. I aint hurtin him non- oh. Ah hahaha. Sorry. That's a definite lie. But. He isn't DYING.
Fresh: Well, thats also I lie. I wont KILL HIM. How about that.
Grillby: You should know I don't enjoy to see my friends suffering and by the way you act..he's being torn from the inside out.
Fresh: Yo, I'm afraid thats what I do. BUT. You're also in a predicament, that whatever you do to STOP me? Will absolutely hurt HIM.
Fresh: And we wouldn't want to hurt your dear. old. friend.
Grillby: ...I don't want to hurt him but I'm sure he wouldn't want some..parasite inside his body!
Fresh: ....!
Fresh: *turns to face Grillby, smiling* Oh, he certainly DOESN'T. He's practically screamin in here.... want to hear it? Oh. No, wait. You can't. O̘͓͈̟̙͢ͅNL̟͓Y͉̙̫ ̧̜̤̱̙I͔̪̱ ͅC̶̗͇͙A̘̣̘̰N͈̙̱̗̟
Fresh: But, yooo *he just smiled widely* I'll leave in due time
Fresh: He won't die, that sorta thing aint beneficial to me.
Fresh: But he won't be doin well when I leave. I trust you'll take care of our mutual buddy. Won't you?
Fresh: I mean, he's suffering SO MUCH.
Grillby: [His fists clench together.] Why are you doing this..? He doesn't deserve to suffer through something like this!
Fresh: *Fresh just smiles, as he set the bottle down on the counter* I do it cause I have to. And because I have to, I want to. And I enjoy it. Its ALL in a days work, ya dig?
Fresh: Man this must be SO frustratin for ya. Knowin I'm torturin him and you can't do a thing.
Fresh: You know, there's nothing like dragging the energy outta someone's soul. Its apparently VERY painful. I wouldn't know! But they tell me, all the time.
Grillby: ....[The flames on his head burn brighter and higher in rage.] Shut up...I don't want to hear anymore!
Fresh: Ah hahhahahahaha WHOOPS! *he just pulled to his feet* Well look at that. I'm sorry. I'm a lil bit of a sadist <3
Grillby: [In a flash he knocks the feet off the counter.]
Fresh: ....!!
Fresh: Ah hahahaha!
Fresh: Wow *he leaned back in his chair, before jumping off and standing on the floor* You're just MAAD
Fresh: I aint here to UPSET anyone. Just lookin for a good. old. time.
Grillby: Of course I'm mad! How could I NOT BE MAD! [Again the flames flare out, the head flames striking the ceiling.]
Fresh: *steps back* ah, hahahaha. Wow, right!
Fresh: Man I never understand you types, getting so E̩͔̤M͜O̥̦̭T̢͇͚͎̭I͏̼̥͈͕O͚͍̗͝N̺̹͓̖͙̞A͚Ĺ̼̹̜̬̣͎̭
Fresh: I said I aint gonna kill him, so whats the biggy?
Fresh: You spend so much energy all up carin about others, its EXHAUSTING isn't it??
Grillby: The 'biggy' is the fact that you are hurting him regardless!
Grillby: And no, it isn't. I care deeply for Sans..
Grillby: He's my true friends and here you are, in his BONES.
Fresh: Ah hahahha oh I SEE
Fresh: I didn't think this would be that big of a problem if I didn't kill him, life apparently bein sacred an all
Fresh: Man I swear you're all so CONFUSIN
Fresh: Ey but look, I'm a reasonable creature
Fresh: and if you want me out of his body, I'll gladly do so!
Grillby: I want you gone, I want you FAR GONE from here!
Fresh: Ah hahahhaha sure! But, yo there's a problem.
Fresh: We gotta do a TRADE.
Fresh: See I'll gladly leave this lazy bag of bones, but yo, I want ANOTHER BODY.
Fresh: And I sure as heck don't want yours.
Grillby: ..I can't do that..
Fresh: Hmmm, awww, well that's a shame. ):
Fresh: Then I'll keep him. And when he's all outta energy, all up nearly dead?
Fresh: I'll leave him here, at the bar, for you!
Fresh: And you can take care of him. <3
Grillby: .......
Fresh: Yo, friend to friend, I'll do it for ya
Fresh: What do ya say? *he just smiled*
Grillby: ....I-I can't just get someone for you to /control/..
Fresh: Alrighty, you're right, thats darn selfish of me
Fresh: *smiles wide* Ah hahhhaha. I knew it. All you emotional peeps still value the people you know over the people you don't. Such selfish lil things aren'tcha. Welp. Who am I to judge, ah hahaaha.
Fresh: *he fixes his jacket as he starts pulling to the door* ALrighty. He'll be all yours in an hour. But he might not be feelin too well <3
Fresh: Thank ya, for bein such a pal, Grillby. Maybe I'll have to pop in some OTHER time, huh?
Grillby: I /never/ want to see you again..I only want to see MY Sans..
Fresh: ...ppfff! Ah hahahaha *he smiled over, his smile dark and empty* Sure buddy. He's all yours. *steps over to the door grabbing the handle* It was fun.... bro. <3
Grillby: Oh yes.. [He lifts his hand and the door unlocks.] So fun...parasite.
Fresh: *nods* Thank ya kindly. See ya. <3 Oh. And of COURSE. A tip... for your amazin service. *he just pulls a twenty from his pocket and shoves it on the table nearest the door* You know. For Sans' tab. Ah ahhahahha *he shoves the door open, and walks out*
