#freshfloof

[thegrinningkitten]

Commission for @alainaprana of herself and Fresh

Fresh belongs to @loverofpiggies

[little-noko]

Okay... first off. I want to say a big thank you to everyone who ordered something from me since yesterday, you guys helped A BUNCH and I have been more then happy to work on those icons ! I’m taking a break for today, but expect to see more from me really soon as I got a few more orders to complete!

I never expected anyone to reblog my post yesterday and... sincerly... you guys are gold, thank you so much for helping me out, it means a ton to me ;u;

@dragaura, @alainaprana, @epixcosplay321, @librarydrone, thank you so much ;u;

Art(c) @little-noko

[animeartist88]

Muahahahahaaa @alainaprana I told you I was dewing it

@colonelsnivy suggested this in Alaina’s stream and it made her squeal, so... I took it a step further XD

[leiselpizzatale]

One Fresh, No Fresh (Epilogue)

Hey guys! I am so sorry for not posting this. My older cousin had started making me and my siblings take away our computers until we earn them. And before I forget, thank you guys for 30 followers! I really appreciate it! Anyway, lets get to it!

Asy belongs to @furgemancs

Fresh, Geno, and Error belong to @loverofpiggies

MommaCQ and herself belong to @alainaprana

Other characters and story belong to me, @leiselpizzatale

“You ready guys?”

Alaina and Fresh looked at each other. It was a while after their marriage, and getting their new house. Right now, they were going to have a child. But, since they were different species, they couldn’t. Instead, they did what CQ had done with Fresh and his brothers; by using magic. Unlike her however, they both used their DNA so the baby had both of their genes.

Thinking about who and what their child was going to be, they nodded. Then, they came to the middle of the room, where Alaina and Fresh’s DNA samples were. Fresh turned on his magic, and after a bit, Alaina did too. They both held hands before closing their eyes, thinking about of their future child. Suddenly, a bright light had manifested underneath them, and soon enough, the light turned into a shape, until the light died down, a babies cries being heard.

Both Fresh and Alaina opened their eyes to look at the baby, happy that they are now parents. Alaina picked the baby up, carefully holding its head up. Fresh looked at the baby. It was skeleton looking, and he saw a bit of fuzz on top of their skull, signifying that they would be getting haircuts in the future.

“Is it a boy or a girl?” Alaina asked.

Fresh checked the baby’s pelvis, before saying, “It’s a girl!”

Alaina smiled, before turning around, asking her mother-in-law, “You want to hold her?”

CQ nodded, and, after putting a blanket on her, Alaina handed the baby to CQ. CQ looked at the baby, and saw that she looked a lot like Fresh, with some hints of Alaina.

“So, what are you going to name her?” CQ asked.

Both Fresh and Alaina looked at each other, before Fresh turned back to his mom, saying, “Her name will be Abigail. Abigail June Prana.”

“That is a wonderful name.” CQ said. She turned to the baby, who had quieted down to look at the strange woman holding her. “Hello Abigail. I’m your grandma CQ. We are going to have so much fun time together whenever I babysit you.” Abigail cooed in response.

Looking up, CQ was going to ask Fresh if he wants to hold Abigail, but stopped when she saw tears in her son’s eyes.

“Fresh? What’s wrong?” CQ asked, worried.

Fresh wiped his eye sockets, saying, “I’m okay mom. I’m just so happy!”

CQ smiled warmly at that, before saying, “Okay. Do you want to hold Abigail?”

Fresh nodded. “Okay. Here you go.” CQ said, before handing Abigail.

After holding her correctly, Fresh looked at his daughter with eye sockets filled with tears, but with a smile on his face. “Hello Abigail,“ Fresh said. He wiped some tears, before saying, “I’m your dad. And I’m going to take good care of you, I promise.” Abigail lifted her hand up, and Fresh held out a finger, which Abigail grabbed tightly.

“She’s got a strong grip, huh?” CQ asked.

“Yeah, she does.” Fresh said, still looking at his daughter, who looks like she is trying to put his finger in her mouth. “Hey Alaina, can you go get her formula? I think she’s hungry.”

“Sure Fresh.” Alaina said, before going into the kitchen to do so.

While waiting, Fresh went to the couch that was nearby, before grabbing a red onesie. Laying her down, he started buttoning it, but it didn’t work somehow. Fresh heard a chuckle behind him, before CQ appeared next to him. “Let me help with that.” CQ said. Fresh moved out of the way, and CQ stepped in, buttoning Abigail’s onesie correctly.

“Thanks mom.” Fresh said, a small but noticeable embarrassed blush on his face.

“Your welcome Fresh, and don’t worry. I did the exact same thing to Geno.” CQ chuckled, before saying, “My mentor, who was with me when Geno got born, had to show me how to even properly hold a baby, clothe them, and even give them their bottle.”

Finally, Alaina came back with the bottle, and Fresh grabbed it and Abigail, before he started feeding her, after CQ showed him how.

“Hey,“ CQ said, “You want me to bring everyone in now?”

Fresh would've face palmed if his hands weren't full. Everyone was waiting outside, since the only people who should be present in the process were the parent(s) and someone who would mentor the parent(s), if it was the parent(s) first time.

“Yeah, bring them in.” Fresh said.

After hearing him agree, CQ went outside, before saying, “Okay guys. They’re ready. But remember, you have to be quiet, alright?”

Geno, Error, Asy, and Alaina’s parents nodded. Opening the door more, CQ led them to the new parents, who had both decided to sit down on the couch. Fresh had Abigail over his shoulder, burping her. Alaina, finally noticing the new company, waved at them, before saying, “Hey Abigail. Guess who’s here to see you?”

Once he got done burping her, Fresh looked up at them, saying, “Hey Error, would you like to go first?”

“M-me?” Error said, surprised, “I don’t know…”

“Come on! You can do it!” Fresh said supportively. After a while, Error nodded, and Fresh got up so Error can have a seat. Once Error sat down, Fresh gave him Abigail, showing him how to hold her head up.

Error held Abigail, before stuttering out, “H-hello Abigail. I’m y-your Uncle Error.” Error looked up at Fresh, and Fresh had the look that said ‘keep going’. Error felt more confident, before looking down, saying, “When you get old enough, we are going to go fishing together. I’ll teach you everything I know about fishing; from how to put bait on your line, to how to reel in fish.”

After giving Abigail to Fresh, Error and Geno switched places, before Fresh handed Abigail to Geno. Geno chuckled, before saying, “Hello Abigail. You can call me Uncle Geno. I will be there for you whenever you get sick, because I have been sick for so long, so I know what it will feel like.”

Geno did the same thing Error did, but instead of switching with Error, he switched with Asy. Once Asy had Abigail in his arms, he said, “Hey Abigail. I am your Great-Uncle Asy, but you can just call me your Grunkle Asy. I will be there whenever you get hurt, so I can give you my magic Band-Aids. But I need you to promise me that you won’t tell anyone, understand?” When Abigail cooed in response, he held Abigail closer, saying, “I knew I could trust you to keep a secret!”

After getting Abigail back, Fresh saw that she was getting tired. He looked at his family, before saying, “Okay, we will hold off introductions for now. Abigail is getting pretty tired.”

After everyone said goodnight to Abigail, Fresh carried her to her new bedroom. Opening the door, Fresh looked at how they did on the nursery. The top part of the walls were colored a light blue, while the bottom half had pink wallpaper that looked like it was falling apart. A white barrier was between the two colors. At the edge of the room, toward the window, was a white crib, with some teddy bears and dolls inside it. Next to the crib was a wooden rocking chair. To the left of the room was a wooden dresser. Next to the dresser was an empty toy box, which Fresh knew was going to be filled with toys.

Fresh moved to where the crib was. Setting her down, Fresh tried to get Abigail to sleep, but somehow Abigail wouldn’t. Then he remembered that CQ said that when Error was just a baby, he too wouldn’t go to sleep. She finally found out that singing helped, so until a bit before Fresh was born, she sang a song that always put Error to sleep. It was a little creepy, but it did work. Fresh picked up Abigail, before sitting down in the rocking chair. After rocking for a bit, Fresh drew in a breath, before singing.

Come little children,

I’ll take thee away,

Into a land of enchantment.

Come little children,

The times come to play,

Here in my garden of shadows.

Fresh looked down at Abigail. She yawned, but she wasn’t falling asleep yet. He decided to continue.

Follow sweet children,

I'll show thee the way,

Through all the pain and the sorrows.

Weep not poor children,

For life is this way,

Murdering beauty and passions.

Fresh saw Abigail’s eye sockets begin to close. He rubbed her head softly as he sang the next words.

Hush now dear children,

It must be this way,

Too weary of life and deceptions.

Rest now my children,

For soon we'll away,

Into the calm and the quiet.

Suddenly, Fresh heard someone humming, and when he looked at the door, Alaina was there. Fresh joined in with the humming, Alaina walking toward the father and daughter. Before they were done, Fresh saw that Abigail had fallen asleep. He sat up carefully, to not wake Abigail, and went to the crib. He placed her inside it, before placing a blanket over Abigail. After humming a bit, Fresh sang again.

Come little children,

I'll take thee away,

Into a land of enchantment.

Come little children,

The time's come to play,

Here in my garden of shadows.

Fresh and Alaina stopped singing, both just looking over Abigail. After watching to make sure that she stayed asleep, the two parents walked softly to the door, before Fresh closed the door behind him.

[phoenixryzing]

Homeslice

Freshuary Day Nine: Who do you ship Fresh with?

Well that one’s easy- @alainaprana​! 

“Daaaaddy! Daadddyy Fresh!” a little voice called. A cute human in a rainbow shirt, hat, and blue jeans looked up when she heard it. The girl- Alaina- got up from her sewing to see what was wrong. She soon saw a little skeleton in a blue-and-red striped shirt and blue jeans running around the house, calling for his papa. Alaina was concerned at what was troubling her son- Zigzag- but before she could walk over to him, Fresh popped in.

He was dressed in his usual neon outfit- pink shirt, crayola-styled blue-and-purple jacket, and neon sports shorts. Like the rest of them, he had a pair of glasess, but unlike the others they were actually over his eyes.

Fresh quickly walked over to Zig, kneeling down to be at eye-level with him. “Hey broseph, what’s got you in a widdly-wobbly mess, huh?” His voice was soft, despite the cheery words, and Zig just started sniffling when he heard it.

“S-some of the kids at the park... they were.... “ Zig started, but trailed off. 

“Hey little bro, you can tell me. What did they say?”

“They said... that.... I couldn’t be Mom’s kid... cause I was a skeleton... and...” Zig trailed off again, not looking at Fresh anymore, but studying the orange-and-purple carpet. Alaina just watched the scene, wanting to comfort zig but deciding to let Fresh continue to handle it.

Fresh sighed, and placed his hands of Ziggy’s shoulders. “Brah. Listen to me. Folks... they can get some wacked ideas, cause they just don’t know better, you know? They just a bit ignorant. You can’t let those sick ideas bug you. You know they’re not true, right?” He said, his tone changing to be more serious. “You’re my radtastic little son, and sweetheart’s fluffy little boy.” Zig and Alaina blushed a little at that, but Zig then drooped his head some more.

“But... I’m not like you... either of you....” he said quietly.

“Brah, I’m not like anyone. Nor are you. Or Alaina, or Jojo. We’re all different- all got our own special little things, you dig? ‘Sides, that isn’t what makes a family connected.”

“It’s not?” Zig asked, honestly curious. “...Families are supposed to be alike, aren’t they?”

“Dude if all families were alike it’d be pretty boringly monochrome, and that’s totes unfresh. Listen,” he said, gently guiding Zig’s gaze back to him. “What makes us a family ain’t our similarities or differences. It’s our connection, little brah. We’re all here for eahc other, you dig? If you need help, I’m here for ya. If Sweetheart needs help, we’d be there for her, you know? And if jojo gets hurt, you’re always right there, defending her like the rad big bro you are.” Zig nodded slowly, but he didn’t look fully convinced. Fresh continued.

“That’s what makes us a family brah. Not our looks or what creature we are. We’re always there for each other, defending and helping the other, you know? That bond... that love for the other.... that’s what makes us a family. And no matter what no sick unrad kid says, that won’t change. We’ll stay together, and be the raddest family eva. Okay?”

Zigzag slowly nodded, and wiped his eyes. “Ya... ya. We’re always together. One big rad family.” Zig smiled, and started to turn back to his normal hyper self. “Okay then. Thanks daddy Fresh! You’re the coolest dad ‘round,” and with that, he collapsed on Fresh in a huge hug. Fresh just smiled and hugged back.

  “Anytime broseph,” he said, rubbing Zig’s head a little. Zig halfheartedly whined, then pushed himself up.

“Imma go play with sis, okay?” Zig said, starting to run off.

“Kay brah, have fun!” Fresh called after the rapidly-dissappearing Zig. Then he looked over at Alaina. “Hey there sweetheart. Been listenin’?”

Alaina walked out of the hallway and over to Fresh. “I heard Zig yelling and went to check on him. Seems you had it all under control,” she said, smiling. 

Fresh smiled back, then pulled her into a hug. He loved hugs, and Alaina never objected. “Little man just needed some reassurance, ya know? No biggie.”

Alaina looked up a bit and nodded. “Zig’s a strong kid, and we’ll always be here. No sense dwelling on it.”

“Nah, none at all.” Fresh replied. After a minute of hugging, he reluctantly pulled back. “Okay sweetheart, whatcha working on today?”

“Plushies- stocking up for the con next month. You?”

“Nothin’ really. ‘s playing with jojo earlier, but ziggies doin’ that now. Want some help?”

“Hmm...” Alaina said, thinking. “Could you cut out some of the fabric? Then I could focus on sewing.”

“Sure thing sweetheart,” Fresh said, before heading towards the craft room. 

Alaina and Fresh worked on the plushies for an hour or so, before shouts could be heard from the bedroom. Alaina got up to see what was up.

She peeked in the room, and saw Zig and Jojo immersed in a Mario Kart match. They kept the Wii in there for safety’s sake, but the kid’s were pretty careful with it. Right now they laughing and cheering as they finished a race, loud but happy. Alaina told them to quiet down a bit, but seeing them happy made her smile.

The rest of the afternoon, she worked on her various crafts, and Fresh went to working on his comics. Every now and again one of them would get up to check on the kids, or to see what the other was doing. Whenever Fresh went over, he rested his skull on Alaina’s head, making sure not to distract her but still letting her know he was there. They’d occasionally tease each other, in a playful way, but for the most part they concentrated on their work, content to simply be in the room together.

Eventually Fresh left to take care of the kids and do some work on his own. He and the kids made a game of tidying up the house a bit, and Alaina could hear the quiet shouts as they all tried to be “the best sickest raddest cleaners eva”. She had to smile, but mostly she just concentrated on her art, lost in her own little world.

As it got dark, Fresh waltzed back into the craft room, and hugged a very-zoned-out Alaina from behind. He planted a kiss on her startled head, and whispered, “Hey sweetie, it’s getting a bit late. How ‘bout we make somethin’ together? Or would ya rather I grab some food?”

Alaina leaned her head back into him, and looked up and replied, “Making something sounds fun. How about stir-fry? And something sweet for dessert?”

“You’re all the sweetness I need,” Fresh said, kissing her again. Alaina giggled, then Fresh said, “Anything’s good for me sweetie, whichever you like.” 

“Stir-fry then,” Alaina said. They stayed hugging for a minute, before Alaina wiggled out of it and stood up. They walked to the kitchen and started prepping.

Fresh couldn’t taste, but he could prep food really well. He sliced and diced the veggies while Alaina prepped ingredients for cookies, then they swapped and Alaina fried the vegetables while Fresh finished the cookies and set them in the oven. He set the timer for the cookies, and Alaina called to the kids, “Dinner’s almost done!”

Jojo and Zig had been playing some imaginary game, but they broke up and bounded over. They quickly got the table set for dinner, and sat down, waiting eagerly. Fresh and Alaina dished out the food, and sat down themselves. After a moment, they all plowed in.

“Yummy! This is really good!” Zig said.

“Tasty food!” Jojo chimed in.

The parents just smiled and Alaina said, “We make a good team cooking is all.”

“Teach us?” Jojo asked. “Ya, it looks like fun!” Zig added.

Fresh chuckled and said, “Maybe sometime homeslices. ‘Long as everyones careful, kay? Cookin’s fun but ya gotta watch yourself.”

“We know,” the kids said simultaniously, then started chuckling. 

The conversation drifted after that- what everyone did, a funny story someone remembered, a new hobby they had discovered. Everyone smiled and laughed, so much they took forever finishing their food. Fresh got up halfway through and pulled the cookies out of the oven, setting them on a rack to cool.

After dinner, everyone pitched in with cleaning up- the parents packing up the food and starting the dishes, while the kids put everything away. Then came the fun part.

They had made icing earlier, and now pulled out the icing and sprinkles. With a firm reminder to not make too big a mess, everyone got started on decorating the cookies.

Everyone had a particular style. Fresh drowned his cookies in sprinkles- “sprinkles are little rainbow pieces, and the more the radder”-, Zigzag made little patterns on his- “Stripes are so cool!”-, JoJo made hers as colorful as possible- “Look at all the pretty colors!”-, and Alaina did little abstract designs in hers- “It’s a sunflower with a pink scarf, see?”

Everyone laughed and oohed and aahed over the other’s designs, occasionally saying how they looked too good to eat. They got some icing on themselves, but nothing a quick clean-up couldn’t fix. 

After the finished, they just sat back and admired all the colorful cookies. Zig eventually said, “This is what families about, huh? Just hanging out, having fun, and being together.”

“You got it broseph,” Fresh said, smiling. “This is the best yo.”

Eventually they had to get up and clean everything up again, and by then the kids were yawning (and trying to hide it). The parents ushered them to their rooms, the kids halfheartedly protesting. They tucked the kids in, then quietly crept away.

“They’re good kids,” Alaina said quietly, watching them through a crack in the door.

“Well ‘f course they are, they’re ours,” Fresh replied. “’Sides. The amazing one’s you,” he said, pulling Alaina back into another hug.

Alaina hummed a little, and said, “You’re amazing too, hubby. We’e pretty lucky,” she said.

Fresh nodded, and said, “Totally. Now come on- it’s time to go to sleep.” He took Alaina’s hand, and they walked back to their room. One rad day had ended, and there would be many more to come.

Fresh by @loverofpiggies 

Freshuary by @feth

(Kid!)Zigzag, Jojo, and herself by @alainaprana

[leiselpizzatale]

One Fresh, No Fresh (Chapter 9)

Hey Guys! I said that I will make a chapter before I left for my Uncle’s, so here I am! (At 2 freaking O’clock in the morning!) Anyway! Oh, and when I get back home, I’m going to start like a Q and A thing, so if you have any questions from the story that you have, you can ask me there. And it will be on until I get to finish the epilogue of this story! Now without further ado, lets get to the chapter!

Asy (mentioned) belongs to @furgemancs

Fresh, Geno, and Error and herself belong to @loverofpiggies

MommaCQ and herself belong to @alainaprana​

Ink (mentioned) belongs to @comyet​

Other characters and story belong to me, @leiselpizzatale​

Warning: Mentions of depression, attempted suicide, and injury

After a few minutes of group hugging, Fresh stood up, saying, “Geno? Error? I’m really sorry for what I did. After leaving, I was so scared. I had thought that if I went back, the police would arrest me for hurting you, Geno. I kept thinking the worse of what will happen if I went back, and that fear had pushed me to go all the way to Ohio, where I had to stop, because I had fallen ill, and met Alaina.” Alaina waved at them when her name was called, Geno and Error waving back.

Fresh smiled, before frowning, saying, “While I rested at Alaina’s house, I saw that I didn’t have much money left, so when Alaina’s parents asked me to stay, I agreed. Since then, they were my temporary parents. Then, I started going to school, making friends, and now,“ Fresh grinned widely, “I have a beautiful fiancée, who I am going to marry.”

Geno and Error looked at each other, surprised. Then Error asked, “Well, where is she?”

Alaina walked next to Fresh, lifting her hand up the show the ring on her ring finger. Error was shocked, because he thought that Fresh would never find love. But, that was before Fresh got emotions. While Error was shocked, Geno was very happy. He knew that once he got emotions, Fresh would soon find someone that he would love to spend the rest of his life with.

Fresh smiled, saying, “And don’t worry. You are all invited to the wedding, including Ink. Where is he anyways?”

Geno smiled, saying, “He’s out of town, selling his art.”

“Oh, okay.” Fresh said.

Then, they started talking about what had happened after Fresh left. Apparently, after finishing his treatment, Geno went back to school. It took a while to catch up to everyone, due to having been sick before. But even when he caught up, he kept going, getting straight A’s, and even skipping two grades. He also competed in the math competitions, and now he has a job as a Mathematician.

For Error, it was a bit harder. Error kept blaming himself that he had made Fresh run away, and after the police said that they couldn’t find Fresh anywhere, and had to stop searching for him, Error locked himself in his room. He refused to get out, he wouldn’t eat, and when CQ finally got inside the room, she saw his body hanging from his strings. She quickly got him down, and took him to the hospital.

Error had survived from a broken neck, but he was in a coma-like state, due to the doctors giving him a long surgery to fix his neck. While they waited for him to wake up again, Geno had a dream where he was in front of the hospital bed, but he was in the bed, not Error. When he saw himself start to dust, he woke up screaming. CQ had rushed in, since she had heard his screams, and asked what happened. After telling her the dream, CQ said that they would go to Error’s room once visiting hours start.

When the finally got to Error, they saw that he was awake, though he was groggily, due to the pain medicine he had to take. Since he woke up, They doctors had kept close watch on Error, and once he got out, they put him on antidepressants, and gave him therapy sessions. When he saw that neither were working, Asy started taking Error fishing. It had a sense of peace and quiet, and Asy knew that Error could feel a little bit happier when he finally caught a fish or two.

After finishing their dinner, the now completed family went to CQ’s house, where they had fun watching movies and playing games. When no one was looking, Fresh sneaked upstairs, and went to the door of where his bedroom was. Opening the door, he looked inside, and saw that nothing had changed. Everything was tidy, still filled with all the 90’s stuff he had when he was a kid. He looked at his dresser, and cringed when he saw his old furby. Now that he thought of it, it was kind of creepy.

Next to the furby was all of the Pokémon plushies he had gotten; from Pikachu to Ekans to even a Sandshrew. He even saw that everything was in its place and everything was clean. It was like he had never left.

“Hey.”

Fresh jumped, turning around to see Geno. Geno smiled, saying, “Sorry I scared you.” Then he looked in the room, saying, “Error wouldn’t let us turn it into a guest room. He wouldn’t even let people in there sometimes. He really did miss you, you know that?”

“Yeah.” Fresh said. “I… guess it took a while to miss you guys too.”

And it was true. Since he left, different emotions would just pop out, like when you would put Mentos in Diet coke. The first time he felt happy was when a woman had said that he could spend the night in her house instead of on the streets. He was so happy that he had actually started crying, which had confused him so much. The first time he was angry was when a guy tried to rob someone. After he saw this, he ran harder than he had in his entire life, catching the guy and calling the police on him. But, since he didn’t want to be noticed, he left the man to someone who could hold him down, before Fresh left the scene.

And the first time he felt homesick was about a month after he had met Alaina and her family. He was in the living room, watching TV, when he saw Alaina’s mom started knitting with blue yarn. Immediately, it reminded him of Error, and he had broken down crying. They had tried to calm him down, and they did after several hours. After that, he started going to therapy sessions. He didn’t tell the therapist everything, but did tell them that he felt homesick, and that his emotions were out of whack.

The therapist said that he had emotional overwhelm, and gave him coping methods to help with the emotions. They also said that, if he wanted to, he could write a journal, about what he was feeling, and why. Fresh agreed, and after going to the store to get a journal with a lock, he started writing all of his feelings in it. Soon enough, his emotions stopped being so extreme.

“Hey.” Geno said, putting his hand on Fresh’s shoulder, “It’s going to be okay. I mean, you just started getting emotions after you left, right?” Fresh nodded. “Well, you have emotions now, and you’re with your family. That’s all that matters.” Then Geno started pulling Fresh, saying, “Now come on! It’s your turn to pick a race!”

Fresh laughed, following Geno downstairs to the living room. Sitting down on the floor, he grabbed the remote from Alaina (who was playing for him) and picked the Shell Cup. While playing, he thought of what Geno had said before, and he was right. It only matters that he was with his family in the present, and not how he left them in the past. He had such loving families, and he wouldn’t leave them, never again. And his previously small and broken family had become a big and happy family.

[leiselpizzatale]

One Fresh, No Fresh (Chapter 8)

Yeah!I finally got this chapter done! At first, I wanted to have this the longest chapter yet, with over 2,000 words, but I felt like it just kept dragging on, so I split the one chapter into two. So, expect the next chapter next week! After this, there will be two more chapters, before this one is over. I don’t know what I’ll be doing after this, but I’ll figure something out. But anyway, lets get to it.

Asy belongs to @furgemancs

Fresh, Geno, and Error belong to @loverofpiggies

MommaCQ and herself belong to @alainaprana​

Ink (mentioned) belongs to @comyet​

Other characters and story belong to me, @leiselpizzatale​

Warning: Mentioned suicide, blood, blood clots, cancer.

"Ugh. Uncle Asy, the tie feels really tight." Fresh said, annoyed.

"It's not. Now hold still, I need to straighten this." Asy replied.

Fresh sighed, then tried to stay as still as his rattling bones will allow. It was the evening of seeing his brothers after so long. After setting up a reservation for 6 (with two on a temporary separate table), CQ called Geno and Error, telling them that she 'hasn't seen the whole family in a while' and 'want to get together for dinner'.

Finishing on the tie, Asy stepped back, seeing his work on Fresh. Fresh was wearing a light blue suit, with a neon-colored tie. Asy was wearing the same thing, except that his suit was a darker blue, and his tie had pictures of Band-Aids on it.

*knock knock*

"Are you guys almost ready? You know we have to be there before Geno and Error," Alaina's muffled voice said from the door.

"Yup!" Asy exclaimed.

"Yeah, we're ready. You?" Fresh asked.

"Would I be here if I wasn't?" Alaina asked back.

"No, you wouldn't," Fresh said, laughing.

After getting in Asy's car, they drove to the restaurant. After telling them what's going to happen, the host agreed, and set the tables to its places for the surprise.

Soon enough, Fresh heard footsteps from multiple people, and there...

Fresh froze. He couldn't think, couldn't move. He just stared at the three people who were walking to their table. The two skeletons gave his best attention however. They were both wearing suits, though one was also wearing a red scarf, while the other looked like the suit had a hood on it. Before he could get to see them more, a menu suddenly pops in front of his face, obscuring his view on his brothers.

Lowering it down slightly, Fresh saw that Alaina was the one who put the menu in front of his face. He also saw that she looked very worried.

“Hey, are you okay? You froze, and they would’ve seen you staring if they turned around,” Alaina said.

Fresh lowered his head, nodding. She was right. Because he froze, he could’ve ruined the plan.  “Y-yeah. I’m okay.” He finally answered.

After the slight screw up, they went and did everything as if they weren’t on a secret mission or something. They ate their food, and when it was almost time for dessert, Fresh got out his phone.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Geno P.O.V ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

He was having fun with his family. It was a great idea that his mother decided to bring the whole family. They would’ve brought Ink and his mother, but they were out of town to sell some of Ink’s new line of art. It was too bad, because Ink was like a brother-cousin, even though he wasn’t his cousin or his brother. If only-

Suddenly, his phone was starting to ring. He looked at it, but he didn’t know the number.

“Heh. Sorry guys, I have to take this.” Geno said.

CQ shrugged it off. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to leave to take the call. Right Asy?”

Asy nodded. “Yup. Go take the call. Who knows, it might be important.”

Geno knew they were acting suspicious, but he answered the phone anyway. “Hello?”

“Hello. Is this Geno Queen?” The man on the phone asks.

“Yes, this is Geno.” Geno replied.

“Oh, that’s good. Um, I was wondering if you would like to be interviewed? It’s for a grade I have to do.” The person asks.

“Sure. When should we meet?” Geno asks.

“Oh, no, I was wondering if we could interview now. I’m shy, and I only joined this class because I wanted to learn to edit stuff. I already have the microphone set up and recording.”

“…Oh.” Geno said after thinking, “I… guess I could do it now.”

“Great! Okay, first question. Who is in your family?” The man asked.

“I have, well, used to have two brothers.” Geno replied.

“Used to have two brothers? What happened?” The man asked.

“Something happened, and my brother, Fresh, had ran away.” Geno said sadly. He looked at Error, who had lowered his head. Geno knew it was in shame, since no matter what he did, Error believed it was his fault that Fresh ran away.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” After a bit, the man said, “Oh! You haven’t told me who also was in your family.”

“Oh, you’re right.” Geno exclaimed. “My other brother is named Error, and my mother’s name is Crayon Queen, but she likes to be called CQ for short. I also have Uncle Asy. He’s not my real Uncle, but it’s what we called him a bit after we first met him.” Geno smiled at the memory of when Uncle Asy first came into his life. He appeared to help CQ take care of Error and Fresh, and Geno on those rare days. Since then, Asy became part of their family.

“Okay, next question. So, I’ve heard that you have been sick most of your life, is that correct?”

Geno nodded, before saying, “Yup. Would you like to hear the story?”

“Yes please.” The man said.

“Well, since I was born, I had an illness that no doctor could figure out. I have gone through every medication, every treatment. It felt like my home wasn’t my home, just a vacation spot that I went to every time I felt ‘better’. The doctors said that I wouldn’t even get past my teenager years.” Geno said, sadly. “One day however, Fresh, the brother I have mentioned before, was going to get me my medicine. But then, I had started puking blood, and was rushed to the hospital.

“Later, Fresh wanted to show me his new Pokémon, when I started coughing really bad. I guess it angered him or something, because he ran up to my bed, and slapped me in the face-“ Geno stopped when he heard a chocking sound coming from the speaker of his phone. “Hey, are you okay?”

A few sniffles came from the man, before they said, “I’m sorry. I’m just not good at hearing when he hit you. I guess it reminded me of my childhood. The same thing happened to me, just in a different way.”

“Oh, I’m very sorry for that.” Geno said sadly.

“I-it’s okay. You can keep going.” The man said.

“Well, after he slapped me, I had puked out even more blood and a blood clot. It was bad that he did it, but my brother had saved my life.”

“W-what?! How was that possible?” The man almost shouted.

“Well, when I puked, I had broken a rib, and when they went to fix it, they found something that no one would’ve guessed, and when they checked, it was confirmed that I had cancer in my ribs that wasn’t seen until that day. It started growing inside my ribs sometime after my birth, and it grew until it was removed when I was fourteen.” Then Geno sighed sadly, “I wish Fresh was here. That way, we could have fun regularly, with lots of exercise.”

After a short pause, the man on the phone said, “Well, I’m sorry that happened to you, and I want you to feel better. Every time me and my  get on some sensitive subject, I tell a joke to ease the mood. So, would you like to hear one?” The man asked.

“Sure,“ Geno said, “What’s the joke?”

“Knock knock”

Smiling a bit, Geno said, “Who’s there?”

“Aren’t”

“Aren’t who?” Not hearing any answer, Geno tried again, “Um, Aren’t who?”

Then, from behind him, he heard, “Aren’t you going to turn around and greet your brother?”

Geno dropped his phone, shocked. It couldn’t be, couldn’t it?

Turning around, Geno saw a skeleton behind him. Looking at them, they really looked like an older-

“Fresh?” 

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Fresh turned toward to where Error was. Standing up, Error started walking toward Fresh, and Geno stepped back. Before Fresh wondered why he did that, Error suddenly slapped him in the face, almost knocking Fresh backwards. Holding his face, Fresh asked, “Why did you do that?”

“For all the things you’ve done!” Error said angrily, “You weren’t there when Geno had to go through surgery; you weren’t there for his recovery. You weren’t there when I felt sorry for myself after finding out that the police stopped searching for you.” Then Error started crying. “A-and you weren’t there when I was so depressed, that I almost k-killed myself. I,” Error sobbed out, “I thought you were dead!”

Not worrying about the feeling of burning on his face, Fresh walked to Error, before hugging him. Fresh could hear the sound of Error ‘crashing’ before ‘rebooting’, so he stepped back to let Error finished. When done, Error started mumbling, “Sorry. Y-you just surpri-“

“I’m sorry.” Fresh interrupted. He looked down in shame. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, to make you feel this way. I just couldn’t handle it.” Fresh felt his knees weaken, and he fell on them, crying. Everyone instantly then surrounded him, comforting him.

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Oops, I Fluffed

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRIENDO! :D @alainaprana

“Bro- um… A-Alaina?”

The busy artist looks up from designing a new Sans AU plush to find a blushing parasitic skeleton at her side, “What up, broski?”

He shuffles his feet, the lavender flush gracing his cheekbones making his friend slightly worried, “I uh… I-I think I’m getting… a new emotion…”

She waits patiently for him to continue, but he seems to be having trouble putting it into words. She prompts her friend gently, “Got any idea what it is?”

“N-no…” He stares at the discarded scraps of fabric on the floor, the scissors in her hand, the computer on the desk… anywhere but directly at her. But he keeps casting quick glances, like he’s afraid to be caught looking her way.

I guess getting ‘embarrassment’ a few days ago is still affecting him… She frowns, “Well, what do you feel? Describe it for me and maybe I can help.”

The parasite fidgets, tugging at the hem of his jacket like a nervous child, “I uh… M-my lingo… kinda evades me? I have t-trouble… forming sentences…”

I kinda noticed that. She decides it best not to embarrass him further by pointing out his stuttering speech. He glances at her again, as if for approval. She nods encouragingly, “Go on. What else?”

“It’s, um… kinda hard to think straight? L-like, I can’t think of anything w-without… getting sidetracked.” He shifts awkwardly and directs his gaze elsewhere again, “And, uh… Th-that ‘embarrassment’ thing keeps coming back… like, a lot…”

She hums in thought, “Gonna need more than that… What’s it feel like?”

He swallows (an entirely unnecessary function for a skeleton), “It… kinda hurts? But like… in a good way? If that m-makes sense?”

Butterflies flutter in Alaina’s stomach. ­­No way… It can’t be… She tries to hide the mixture of excitement and fear with a grin as fake as Fresh usually wears, “A good hurt? What, are you masochistic, my brah?”

“A-Alaina… you’re supposed to be helping…”

His distressed whine makes her feel guilty, “Sorry…” Better make sure before I say anything… “Is there anything else?”

He wrings his hands together, the scrape of bone on bone echoes in the quiet room, “I get this… warm, fuzzy feeling in my head, like… happiness, but not the same… kinda dizzy?”

Oh God…

“And, um…” he steals another furtive glance, making her heart jump, “it s-seems to be connected… t-to you?”

It’s her turn to swallow nervously, “Do you feel that way about anyone else?”

He shakes his head, fixated on the floor once again. She stands shakily and moves in front of him; the way he’s hunched with insecurity makes her closer than normal to his height.

“I think I might know, but… I wanna test something, okay?”

After a small hesitation, he nods. Alaina gently removes his sunglasses and sets them aside. He remains still, a strong expression of trust from him. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself against what she’s about to do and the nagging fear that she might be entirely wrong. The blushing skeleton waits patiently. Cupping one of his cheekbones, she pulls him slightly closer, stands on tiptoe, and kisses him on the teeth. He initially freezes at the contact, eyelight shrinking to a pinprick in another, less recently discovered emotion. Alaina purposefully keeps her eyes open, watching as he slowly relaxes. After a few more seconds, his eyesockets flutter shut and he returns the gentle pressure. The human woman loses herself in heady pleasure; the only thing that snaps her out of it is the feeling of his arm loosely circling her waist. She pulls back with a gasp.

“F-Fresh… I think you’re,” the last bit comes out as a squeak, “in love.”

Still dazed from the kiss, he stares blankly at her, “This… is love?”

Not trusting her voice anymore, she just nods.

“And… I’m in love,” his eyelight dilates with the realization, “w-with… you?”

Another nod.

“Oh…” He seems to take her silence as a bad sign and backs away, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets. His eye flicks back downward, “Is that… inconvenient for you?”

Her voice is squeaky again, “No!” She takes a breath, trying to steady herself, “I-it’s just… I never thought…” He looks like he’s about to give up and leave, so she blurts, “I love you too!”

His head snaps up to gape at his friend. Words have completely abandoned him.

Alaina is the fidgety one now, “I just… I never said anything because… well, I knew you didn’t - couldn’t - return the feeling… a-and… s-so…”

“Alaina?” He’s suddenly very close. It makes her jump. “That was a kiss, right?”

She stares at the bright purple gracing his face, “Y-yeah…”

“Can we… do that again?”

Instead of answering verbally, she wraps her arms around his neck and eagerly pulls him down for more.