Chapter 4: Chapter 2 Part 1
FRESH POOF "Woha bro, dis new AU is mad cool! Wonder what dis AU is called, it's quite unique." The skeleton wore sunglasses that said "YOLO" on the front of the glasses, with the words seeming to change to different phrases and abbreviations as we talked. He wore a backwards cap with a little spiny pinwheel on the top, had on a blue and purple jacket with a little orange and pink, and had a gold tooth of sorts. There was another poof nearby much quieter than the skeleton's. There was a small grunt followed by "I swear once I get my claws on Mud'pel- what in the name of the clans.." A cat would lay there shooting up the cat's pelt being a darker silver almost blue like. The cat was skinny but you could see some of the muscles on the body. There was a noticeable scar on its nose and its tail looked like something smashed it or if something strong bit it, its tail looked like it had happened long ago. "Sup my radical broski! Mah name's Fresh! What's yours?" The cat would jump a solid 3 feet into the air before turning to the skeleton, hissing and her claws were out. "Whoa, broski chill! I ain't gonna hurt ya!" The skeleton named Fresh said, holding up his hands. The YoLo on his glasses had switched to "Whoa There". "What in the name of StarClan are you?" she would still stay in her place if this was a dream of sorts this wasn't funny. Fresh's glasses switched to say "Sup Bro" "I'm a skeleton, my fine bro-tato chip!" The cat would stop her hackles going down for a little "Wait.. You can understand me and I can understand you…" she seemed extremely lost. "Uh, yeah?" The glasses now said "Bro Wut" "Cats and two-legs(humans), let alone dead ones, can't speak to each other like this unless you are from StarClan." At this point her hackles were all the way down and she had a look of her trying to understand. "Firstly, I just said I ain't human my guy. Second, I have no idea what you're talking about." After Fresh finished his sentence, there was another poof, followed by a lot of coughing and poorly censored cuss words. "I *cough* SWEAR TO QUACKING GOSH *cough* IF THAT *cough* FUNKING REAGAN TELEPORTED ME SOMEWHERE AGAIN *cough* ILL QUACKING KILL HER AGAIN" once the smoke cleared, there stood a person with a look of utter confusion and anger on his face. On his head sat a pair of wolf-like ears and a tail poked out of the back of his pants, just below his shirt. Another person teleported in, however they were sitting, and fast asleep, unaware of the sudden change in location. It was another skeleton, a stream of blood dribbled from the corner of his mouth, a red scarf wrapped around his neck, and wore a white-long-sleeved shirt or sweater, with a giant bloody slash seeping into the cloth. He also had black shorts and white slippers, the slippers also had blood on them, on the tips. It looked like blood had been dripping onto them for a while. And finally, a white, pixelated, almost cloud-like thing covers the skeleton's right eye and upper face. The non-skeleton person looked around, seeing two skeletons and a cat. "Well, shoot. And why cant i FUNKING SWEAR"
His black hair was very soft and had blue, pink, and violet on the ends. He had a pair of round glasses on, and there were two black marks on his face, much like scratches, but they weren't scars. He crossed his arms and started to walk away. "Because, broski, it's uncool to use un-fresh language. Also, my name's Fresh! What's your name?"
"What kind of person names their child Fresh? Out of every name ever, FUNKING FRESH? And it's Ivan, buddy." "Aw, broski, don't be that way! I'm just your friendly neighborhood skeleton!" "I hate to break it to you, but I don't usually see quacking skeletons in my neighborhood." Fresh's glasses changed to "All Cool" "It's cool bro-tato chip! I'm here now." "you know, i'm starting to hate you reeeally quacking fast." Fresh's glasses changed to say "WDYM", and he tilted his head slightly. "Come on bro, I'm just trying to be a friend." "too bad for you, I do not want or need any friends." he walked off to a tree, climbing it and giving Fresh a thumbs up. The other skeleton suddenly startled awake. "What in Asgore-" He stared around, having a look of mixture between confusion in panic. "Wha- Why- What kind of dream is this?!" He used his hand and gripped onto the scarf around his neck, still looking around his environment in confusion. There was another poof, much larger than the others. Once it cleared, there was a fiery red dragon, their green eyes looking around in confusion. "Where am i? Did an animus teleport me somewhere in pyrrhia? I don't see any mountains anywhere…" The skeleton with the red scarf stared at the dragon for a moment. "Am I high..? If I am high, how am I high???" "a talking skeleton? What in the moons…?" "Yup. I am probably high, dreaming, or finally dead now… I suppose if I am dead, I will get to see Papyrus now…" The skeleton sat back down and just stared at the ground, blood still dripping from his wound and mouth. The skeleton was pretty short, especially when compared to a dragon. "Well, I guess if I can talk to skeletons, I might as well introduce myself. I'm Thrush. How about you?" they tipped their head to the damaged skeleton. "Geno." The skeleton replied without looking up. "Nice, and you?" They looked at the one with glasses that seemed to change words. "My name's Fresh!" Fresh pointed to a tree. "And my friend up in the tree is Ivan." Thrush looked to where fresh was pointing, and sure enough, there was a scavenger in the tree. "Hello, Ivan. My name is Thrush." "And I don't remember quacking asking, so go away." "Don't be that way, Ivan! We're all broskis here!" "ah, it's fine. Sometimes in my world, when a dragon is mean like that, they usually just need some alone time, then they'll warm up to us." Geno flopped onto his back, staring up at the sky. "...This is weird. Even if I am just high, I'm not used to having company…" Thrush sat down, curling up and examining everyone. "Why is there a cat here?" "Hm?" Geno looked up for a second, before laying back down. "I really have no clue, this is a really weird dream. I wonder if maybe I really am dead, I suppose it would be about time I finally did…" A paint bucket randomly fell from the tree and the paint spread across the ground, and a person emerged from the puddle. He was short, might've even been shorter than geno. He was carrying a giant paint brush and had on a brown scarf, and a black splotch on his right cheek. It was another skeleton. He had a series of vials filled with different colored liquids lining a strap that the skeleton had going from one shoulder to the opposite side of his body. He stretched. "Sup, Ink!" Ink turned. "Oh, heya Fresh! Howzit going? Checking out the new AU too?" Ink said smiling, it seems he hasn't noticed Thrush, the cat, Geno, and Ivan yet. Fresh leaned to look behind Ink. "Thrush, Ivan, strange cat, meet Ink. Guardian of the multiverse." "AND DON'T FORGET BROOMIE!" Ink said excitedly, holding his giant paintbrush above his head. The brush was a little bigger than Ink, but Ink had no trouble holding it up. Thrush was just falling asleep, but lifted their head up to the newcomer. "Hello, ink." Ink's pupils changed. Instead of being a blue circle in one eye and a yellow star in the other, Ink's pupils switched to be both stars. "Whoa! I've never seen anyone like you before! Uh, what was your name again?" "My name is Thrush, and I don't believe I've seen you before either, even if you are the guardian of the multiverse." "Ink studied Thrush for a moment, before getting out a pencil or pen and writing something down on his scarf. "Yeah, I know of almost every single AU, but I've never even seen a single alternate version of you." He paused. "What were we talking about? Oh, right! I've never seen anything like you, so now I'm wondering…" He paused again, seemed to be thinking, before remembering. "Oh, that's right! I was wondering if you might be from beyond the multiverse! From a different universe or multiverse!" "maybe? I honestly don't know." Ink was studying his scarf, almost as if he was reading something. "I feel like I'm forgetting something, and knowing me, I probably am!" He chuckled to himself. "Broomie, do you know what I'm forgetting?" The paintbrush said nothing. It was, after all, a paintbrush. Geno groaned to nobody in particular. "Huh? Oh, Geno! What are you doing here? How are you not dead, or in your void?" Geno kept staring at the sky. "This is just a dream, or maybe I'm high. I really don't know anymore." "Uhh… Geno. I don't think you're dreaming. Or high." Geno paused, still staring at the sky. Until it kind of just clicked with him. His pupil disappeared, and his cloud thing started… Glitching? Geno was glitching too. "Oh. Whoops." Ink said, before shrugging and walking off. "Come on, Broomie! Let's go see what else this AU has to offer!" Thrush watched them walk off and went back to sleep, curling up around Geno. Geno just kept glitching, maybe this was his equivalent to a panic attack? "Uh, brah, are you okay?" Fresh's glasses had changed to say "U Good?" "Who, me or geno? Because I think Geno is having some sort of panic attack, he's showing some of the symptoms." "Hello?
Earth to Geno! You there?" Fresh waved his hand in front of Geno's face, but got no response. "Geno? You ok?" they nudged him gently, hoping to snap him out of the state he was in. Geno's pupil came back, but he was still glitching, and he just groaned. He rolled onto his side. There was now some blood dripping onto the ground. Thrush let out a sigh, not knowing that they were holding their breath. The air was very hot, and they accidentally breathed right on Geno. "oh quack! Did i hurt you? My breath is pretty hot, but I didn't mean to breathe right on you!"
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