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Whenever reality recycled itself into disappointment and boredom his mood tagged along with it too like a dulling and persisting skullache. Chasing after anything at times which could nourish the constant everlasting need for entertainment and excitement the different corners of the Multiverse could provide him with at the moment never felt tiring. He never felt satisfaction enough tho whenever he found something interesting, hungry for the next new thing to experience quickly afterwards.
And so the everlasting loop continued, and had for some unaccounted amount of time now.
Which was why everything needed to be changed up a bit, to provide something different and fresh for the time being to help him escape the boredom. He’d let it persist for a bit too long now for his liking.
And what better way to chase that boredom away that than to throw a sick party with as many peeps as possible? All there for Fresh’s own sake? It’d be amazing.
He’d managed to get nearly everyone he wanted and intended to here. Some came willingly, others proved being a bit more challenging in persuading. Good thing he’d some favors cashing in also from peeps all over the different Universes and their different timelines. So everything was ever so surely falling into place. Sometimes reality was ridiculously easy at puzzling together. Well, for him it was. It surely had its advantages being a creature whom could bend reality at some times to some extent to his own liking.
This would be the raddest party anyone’d ever been to. The greatest food, the best 90s hit songs and the funkiest peeps dancing like crazy!
Oh how Fun this will be…
”Eyyyy, Edgy Mc My Chemical Romance brah! How’zit hangin’ broseph?
”*funk* off”
”Hella nice see ya here dawg!”
”you *radhole*! i rather have’m skull filled with rocks than being here right now! ’n Stop. Screwing. With My Words *motherlover!!*”
”Calm ya rattlin’ bones now brah! Nah unrad lingo at mah party p please? Dis’ll be de best party ya’ve ever been ta! Y’know?”
”Ugh.. kill me..”
”Naaah Edgy, dat’b unrad af li’l ol’ me.” Fresh pulling the significantly shorter cussing skeleton with one golden tooth similar to Fresh’s, closer to himself in a shoulder hug. ”Ya’n I look mo’e alike dan I think’z y’know - yanno?”
*Groan* ”let go of me you *raddude*…”
Fresh let the frustrated skeleton go with a snicker as he adjusted the dark shades resting securely on his skeletal face, his eyelights easily peering at the other recognizable other smaller skeleton he’d known would join his party without persuasion. Nothing possibly entertaining escaped Ink after all.
”Inky brah! Sweet of ya ta join dis party of mine too!”
”Of course Fresh pal! You can always count me in! Here! I brought you a present for the occasion!”
Ink reached underneath his scarf, pulling out a gift completely draped in different color splashes and spots as he excitingly tossed it at Fresh. Fresh held it up before shaking it lightly, wondering what it could be as-
”It’s spray cans! Different colors of course!”
Ink fell silent before bashfully rubbing the back of his skull. ”’N now I’ve told you what it is..woops. Sorry Fresh!”
Fresh laughed before lazily shrugging as he knew Ink too well. ”Eyy nah worries Inky brah. Thanks tho!"
”Of course Fresh!” Ink glanced around the scenery around them as if he was looking for someone specific. ”I almost expected to see Error here too… Did he not get the invite? I didn’t know the two of you shared the same birthday date Fresh?”
Fresh's grin widened as he put the gift from Ink away for the time being, making a mental note of using the cans he'd got for later.
”Nah y’know, Err' probs staph by as soon as Undernovela finishes fo’ today. Afte’ all I brought loads of dat grindage our glitchy dude crave sa much! Dere’s nah way he’ll miss dis!”
Ink stared at Fresh for a moment before his skeletal face changed into laughable confusion. Fresh knew the look too well.
”…miss, what exactly Fresh?” Ink scratched his mandible a bit questionably as he took the scenery in before them again. ”Why’r there so many different skeletons and other people from across the Multiverse here right now? Did I miss something or??”
Ink’s memory truly was like that of a black void at times. The same type of black liquid he seemingly so fond of using in weapon and armory seemed to equally much drown and fade his memory. Nevertheless his forgetfulness provided another certain type of entertainment even if Ink himself wasn’t aware of that fact.
”Dun worry Inky broseph! Just get jiggy’n enjoy’da party for now yeah?”
”You bet I will pal! Boy I haven’t laid my eyelights on this many people from across the Multiverse in the same place ever since-”
The immediate vomiting noise caused several party goers to turn towards the taller and significantly lesser so skeleton as thick, black ink poured out from beneath the parted teeth and dripped down the smaller skeleton’s mandible.
”…Oops…” Ink wiped the black vomit from his mandible a bit embarrassed.
”Ey nah worries homie!”
”Wait.. Where’s Error?” Ink a bit confused asked, again.
”Dun worry Inky brah. Undernovela just finished’n since I kinda borrowed Err’s bean bags and his stock of chocolate - he should be here in-”
”WHERE THE *FUNK* ARE MY BEANBAGS? ’N MY CHOCOLATE!?”
”Hi Error!”
The short and unmistakable appearance of Error tensed up at seeing Ink, and then Fresh.
”UGH.. Great. My two least favorite idiots occupying the same space at the same time… Amongst a bunch of other idiots.”
”Error that’s redundant in saying.”
”Screw it! All I wanted was a quiet evening with my favorite AU and my chocolate. ALONE. But somehow my beanbags’ve vanished, Undernovela is going on a seasonal break AGAIN’n all my chocolate is gone! This is the worst birthday ever…”
”Oh right! It’s your birthday too Error! Hold on, I have to give you something too-”
”Don’t you dare give me something your inky phalanges have touched!”
”Heeeey Err! Nice havin’ya here too!” Fresh made an attempt at giving Error a shoulder hug too, yet Error quickly evaded it with frustration written all over his feature.
”Don’t Touch Me you 90s freak!”
”Eyy ey chillax pal! Ya’r raddest funky cool-kid haz made sure all de grindage ya like so much iz securely stacked over dere - all fo’ya Glitchy dude!”
Error peered at where Fresh’d gestured, the significantly taller skeleton taking notice of how Error was debating with himself whether he should just leave now or perhaps stay for a little while despite everything. His sockets scrunched together.
”… Are those MY beanbags!?”
”Aw man. I can’t find my present for you Error. Guess I’ll give it you later!”
”Whatever inking plump… I’m not staying for long anyway so! Don’t get any ideas now either of you two!”
Fresh scratched the side of his mandible questionably as Ink peered around them, wondering whom Error had been making that notion too. Error headed towards the chocolate bars groaning as Ink quickly found someone else he recognize and made his way over to them.
A Sans from the Main Universe was serving hot dogs and cats with the perpetual lazy grin while the place was filled with 90s dance music and disco lights. Ink and the recognizable Dream were chatting each other up with drinks and laughs before Ink decided stuffing himself full with hot dogs and showing off to the other skeleton how many he could balance on his feet while standing on his hands in delight.
Another small skeleton was eyeing the both of them with curiosity next to a taller skeleton with an orange hoodie and a cigarette between their chalk white teeth, Fresh noticing how the attirement of a Royal Guard told him the smaller one must be a Sans from an Underswap AU and the taller one their brother a Papyrus. Their AU certainly belonged in the ones more peaceful ones, although it too had its challenges at times. The smoke from the cigarette’s tip had Fresh feeling nauseated in disgusted at the addiction the skeleton exhibited. However, Fresh wanted to smirk at the fact that he was still taller than this Papyrus.
And then there were the crowd of random monsters and people, actually seeming to enjoy themselves without second thoughts, chit chatting with one another and dancing carefree like there was no tomorrow.
Well, maybe it wasn’t?
Fresh swooped his gaze around the party as his eyesights naturally landed on the ’Villain’s Squad’ gathered in a corner of the place. How a space technically deprived of corners in it still managed to have them was something Fresh would at another time ponder.
That version of a ’Sans’ with black eye sockets and black tears streaming down his face, the sharp blade securely tucked underneath his worn hoodie as he glanced around himself at times, a bit on edge. Fresh couldn’t remember their name at the moment as their eyelights met each other for a second, Fresh finger gunning at the significantly shorter skeleton while grinning. The other skeleton rolled his eyelights at the gesture before crossing his arms, another skeleton beside him with a crack in their skull and piercing red eyes grinning at Fresh in return.
Must be ’Horror’ Fresh mused to himself as another one with obviously dusty clothes stood beside the other two too, peering at the colorful one now too with a bit more suspicious glance.
What a gang and look for sore eyelights for sure. Nevertheless, their otherwise intimidating postures and demeanor which could give others the chill didn’t frightened Fresh the slightest. If anything, the majority of those here at his party should be afraid of him. They each one possessed a Soul after all.
Meaning they all should be petrified by the threat he technically posed to them. Yet they all remained completely oblivious.
And then there was Error now in another corner, sulking and being his normal Error mood for the time being as he clearly wanted nothing to do with the rest of the partygoers as he’d sat down in his beanbag and ate a chocolate bar.
Not that it mattered much. Although, Fresh kinda took a liking to Error despite his obvious distaste of Fresh for some reason. Error was a lil’ gremling who enjoyed cussing far more than most peeps Fresh’d come by, competing in the same league as those from Underfell, yet never failing to provide Fresh with a good laugh. Error also proved to be the perfect guinea pig messing around with at times to Fresh’s delight.
He assumed it was rather common amongst siblings to experience. Well, he and Error wasn’t really siblings. But they shared the same creator.
That must account for something?
The Glitch didn’t know about that lil’ thing tho compare to Fresh. One of the many perks of being given that heightened sense of ’Self-awarness’ and ’Meta-knowledge’ few others possessed beside himself in the Multiverse. He wondered what type of crisis Error’d face if Fresh just ’accidentally’ spilled the truth about who the Glitch originally was before he became this grumpy, inverted colors skeleton with an unhealthy need and desire for chocolate.
Well, there was a time and place for anything Fresh desired exploring at a later and more appropriated time. He’d make sure to remember that.
As the party seemed to reached its peek, Fresh deemed it was time to make an announcement. Getting everyones attention was rather easy as he was probably the tallest there and definitely the one exhibiting the greatest style after all. Having so many eyes and eyelights plastered on him simultaneously felt -
Nearly intoxicating.
He wished he could live in this moment forever. Yet, it was time to change things up.
”Mah raddest peeps! It’z the shiznit havin’ ya all here today celebratin’ thiz li’l ol’ sugar skull of a 90’s dream!”
”Oh please…” Error’s voice growled from the corner where he was sitting with arms crossed.
”n fo’ those af ya who don’t know it’s our very own li’l Multiverse-destoyer-gemling’s birthday too! Everybods, give Err a round af applauds!”
Not many monsters or people clapped, except Ink who was cheering and clapping excitedly with yellow stars glistering in his eyesockets. Fresh’s grin widened as he held his arms out from his skeletal body in lax approach as he felt nearly blissful at all the attention he was given at the moment, bathing in it delighted.
”Now, it’z time ta kick dis sick party started fo’ real wid all'y peeps!”
Fresh let his arms slowly and thoughtfully relax and hang down by his sides, as he took notice of how perhaps one or two monsters had furrowed their eyebrows questionably.
”Which'z why I’ve decided ta give ya’ll a prezzie too as a thank ya fo’ being here today!”
The smile molded into a sinister one as his phalanges moved up and took a firm grip around the shades’ edge as he effortlessly removed them.
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It didn’t take long for the laughs which had at first echoed between the partygoers to die down, as they all now took notice of the yellow and red perpetual staring eye with the razor-sharp ring of teeth around its maw, excitedly glaring back at all the potential hosts gathered in one place for it tonight as its tentacles slithered further and further out from the socket.
It took even lesser time for panic to break out once it became painfully obvious how the hissing purple parasite residing in Fresh’s skull wasn’t the only parasite present.
He’d no intention of letting anyone get away from here tonight.
”Hey c’mon now y’all! Make thiz all li’l interesting fo’ ya rainbow-bud now ey?”
”I am so glad I came here today!” Ink excitedly clasped his hands together as the chaos around him erupted with several, or more like hundreds of those purple octopus things crawled, leaped and tried climbing up onto all the partygoers as they’d appeared from nowhere.
”I *FUNKING* KNEW *SHIZ* WOULD HAPPEN WHENEVER THAT *RADDUDE* IS PRESENCE!!! I HATE YOU SO MUCH YOU 90’S TRASH!!!”
”Error c’mon it’s not that big of a deal now y’know?” Ink appearing beside Error before poking at a parasite with his paintbrush. ”I think you missed this one over here Error-”
”SHUT UP MORON I’M BUSY KILLING THESE DISGUSTING THINGS!!”
”Oh hi you small, hissing and purple creature there with abnormal sharp teeth. You wanna give your pal Error here a hug huh?”
”KEEP THAT THING AWAY FROM ME INK YOU DUNKING IDIOT!”
”You’re hurting its feeling with that speech Error. And mine’s too.”
”IT DOESN’T HAVE FEELINGS INK! AND NEITHER DO YOU!!”
”… Oh right. I forgot. Waaait… What are we doing here again?”
The Sans from the Main Universe still chilled behind his Hot-dog stand, drinking unbothered from the ketchup bottle as a parasite had joined beside him and drank from one too before clicking their bottles together.
”I knew I should’ve skipped work today…”
”dun worry burger-pal, have s’m ketchup.”
”…Thank you..?"
”OMG BRUHS it’s happening!! Everybody stay calm! Your friendly- neighborhood-cookie-loving-Epic Bruh is here to save y’all!”
Epic was taking shelter on a chair, repeatedly bashing a parasite with a rubber chicken over and over again. ”STAY DUNKING CALM BRUHS! We got this situation completely under control!!”
”Do you call this having the situation under control!?”
”Every door is jammed! We’re completely locked in!!”
”NEVERMIND BRUHS IT’S EVERYBODY FOR THEMSELVES!!”
Screams and chaos erupted further as everyone at the party tried scrambling away from the purple creatures dragging themselves towards their new hosts. A mixture of rubber chicken sounds, shouting and different types of blasters and other types of magic being fired away everywhere caused the perpetrator to it all to grin wider.
”Suck my *desk* you *funking* *rad*holes! n' You with that rubber chicken stop screaming so *dunking* much it hurts my none-existing ears you idiot! Ugh, I rather be home with Boss than here right now.”
An attempted loud crash further amped up the panic as another Epic had tried breaking a window and call for help but failing, before noticing a vending machine and smashing it instead - stuffing his pockets and mouth full with all the cookies from it.
”I’ll hack ya to dust you li’l piece of shiz if ya try anything” Killer dangerously challenged the parasite whom hissed antagonized in return.
”I think it likes you Kills.”
”Shut up Dust!”
”hehehe… You try anything I’ll chop you up with mah ax and serve your purple limbs in a Hot dog bun.”
”ya want s’m ketchup or mustard served to it pal?”
A black tentacle suddenly emerged from a void deprived of lightness, the darkness oozing from it like a thick fog. Nightmare sought the nourishment this place’d provided him with from everyone’s scream and anguish at the moment. Quickly he noticed his counterpart as their eyelights met for a second before sinisterly smiling and retracting back to the darkness once again.
”҉W҉e҉'l҉l҉ ҉m҉e҉e҉t҉ ҉a҉g҉a҉i҉n҉ ҉D҉r҉e҉a҉m҉”҉
”Ink! We've got to stop this! We have to help everybody!” Dream tugging at Ink as the chaos erupted further around them.
”Why? This is starting to get more and more exciting Dream! I’m so happy I decided to come by here today!!!” Ink’s eyelights shifting into sparkling stars at the scenery.
”I have to to draw this for later in case I forget! This is great!”
”What the.. heck is going on here honestly?”
”BRUH!” Epic yelled at Cross who’d suddenly emerged from nowhere before rushing to his best friend’s side. ”I’m so happy you’re here bruh! But I’m afraid this is it! This is how our story ends… Bruh!”
”You ate all the cookies in the vending machine didn’t you?”
”Some..”
”Did you smash it too?”
”….Maybe..”
”Why?”
”Bruh we had too!”
Sigh.
”It’s the end I’m telling you Bruh! This is how we all perish!”
Cross took the scenery before him in. The chaos and destruction this place exhibited one all too familiar to him.
”No. It’s not Epic. As a Royal Guard, I refuse to cast my blades aside and proclaim a loss before I’m splitting apart and turning to dust. I won’t surrender. And neither you shall friend!"
”BRUH!”
”Give them a taste of that rubber chicken friend!”
”BRUH!!!”
”Never give up Epic!”
”BRUHHH!!!!!!!!”
”Let us destroy the enemy with the greatest anime stances and rubber chickens the Multiverse has ever witnessed before!!”
”BRUUHHHH!!!!”
Underswap Sans and Papyrus quickly joined in with Epic and Cross as they did their absolute best at keeping the purple nightmares at a safe distance from them.
Error404 peaked his skull through the doorway and peered into the chaos, sighing and shaking his skull in disappointment as Error took notice of him too, before he disappeared again.
”YOU 404 TRASH! HELP ME GET OUTTA HERE YOU MOTHERDUNKER!”
”Bad parasite, bad!” Core Frisk sprayed another purple hissing creature over and over again with a spraybottle.
”Someone help!! It’s stuck to my face!!!”
- CRASH -
”Aw c’mon! You messed up the outlines in my drawings pal. Now I have to start over again!” Ink frustrated groaned as the monster had tripped and fallen over Ink’s outstretched legs, face planting into the ground.
”What… is this trash story seriously?” Flowey noted as he'd popped up in the midst of the chaos as the monster with the parasite still stuck to their face screamed hoarsely across Ink’s legs.
”Stop trashing so much with your legs or your gonna mess up my lines again pal!”
”I’m *muffled* in hell!! Get *muffled* off me!!”
Fresh’s grin widened.
Suffering.
Chaos.
Complete bliss.
This was what the perpetrator standing in the midst of the chaos around him was made for. To watch everyone fall into despair.
His grin stretched further as the menacingly laugh couldn’t be contained anymore, the excitement from finally being able to drop his persona for a time and let everybody witness him for real. To see the real him.
The True Fresh.
”Fresh! Stop this! Why are you doing all this to us?? I thought we were your friends!!”
Oh. Friends? You think I care about something so meaningless as a friend? And you want to know why I’m doing this?
Because it’s Fun.
Happy Birthday to me!
He awoke.
Laying completely still it took the skeleton a few moments to understand where he was at.
A dream.
Just a dream.
Oh, how disappointing really! Just when it was starting to get really interesting. Begrudgingly he realized it was rather late. Or early depending on how you saw at it. Nevertheless he knew exactly what date it was today.
4/20.
Out of all the dates he could have been created on it had to be on one that was frequently associated with addictions.
Yuck. Nobody knew it was Fresh’s real birthday date and he intended to keep it as such. Being associated with something so degrading was worse than anything he could think of at the moment. Better pretending his creation had been on April Fool’s Day. Besides, it brought him and Error a little closer to one other kinda which Fresh enjoyed.
Sighing he sat up, realizing he wouldn’t get anymore sleep today. Adjusting the dark shades which faithfully and perusal obscured his true self he turned his gaze up at the starry nightsky above him.
Happy Birthday ta li’l ol’ me.