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First post! Tbh this is one of my favorite ships I have, they are just so cute together! And it's a ship that could easily be canon for Comic!
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Comic is laying on a couch in Fresh' house, they are a bit sad. Fresh materializes in his living room. "Oh! Hey! How's it hangin' my radical broseph?"
"not good" Comic looked at Fresh, a sad expression on their face. Fresh plopped himself by Comic's feet and gave a comforting pat on their leg.
"What's got you down in the dumps?"
"i got rejected by a friend . . ." They sighed "i just don't understand why . . ."
"Awww I'm sorry my dude, that totally sucks!" Fresh's glasses changed from his usual yo-lo to un-rad "Who would even reject a fly as heck friend like you?"
"heh, seems like someone would" Comic sat up holding Neon close to themselves.
Fresh leaned towards Comic and put a hand on their shoulder, the other lifting Comic's face by the chin to meet Fresh's gaze "Bro... I wouldn't."
Comic blushed and grinned "oh really?" They aren't really shocked or atleast they don't show it, they moved a little closer to Fresh.
"Yeah, you're cooler than the flip side of my pillow." Fresh blushes.
"well you're all that and a bag of chips" Comic is smiling.
Fresh is grinning, his glasses have changed to hearts, "Yolo" Fresh whispers tenderly and leans in to kiss Comic.
Comic lets him kiss them, they are blushing and enjoying the kiss.
Fresh breaks the kiss after a moment, blushing furiously. "Haha oh man..." Fresh looks a little sheepish, he's speechless.
"hehe that was nice" Comic is blushing and smiling, they are looking at Fresh.
"We've been homies for a while..." Fresh takes Comic's hands
"And I like, totally trust you more than any one else..." A tendril peaks out from Fresh's glasses as if to say hello.
"I was wondering if you like... you wanna be more than homies?" He's blushing and staring at both their hands.
Comic smiled widely and started nodding, They are really happy and blushing.
A big grin spreads on Fresh's face "Yeah?! Sweet!"
Comic practically threw themselves at Fresh, hugging him, Fresh returned the hug, squeezing Comic tight, he let out a happy laugh.
Comic began laughing with him, they're just so happy.
Fresh pulled away from Comic, giving them a quick kiss and held their face in his hands, smiling brightly.
"Yoooo we gotta- we gotta get like matching jackets or something now. Dude I- I'm so psyched! Like??? Babe! Yo is it ok if I call you babe now?!" Fresh laughed giddily.
"yes!"
"Thanks babe." Fresh chuckled, blushing. Comic slightly rubbed their skull against Fresh' hands, they are happy, they closed their eyes, They are purring.
Fresh pressed his forehead to Comic's and closed his eyes too. He nuzzled Comic as his own purr started up.
Comic woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, their breathing is a bit uneven, they're shaking and tears are streaming down their cheekbones, they tried wiping them away, after that they found their glasses and got out of bed, the small skeleton slowly went towards Fresh' room
In the pitch blackness, Fresh creaked one eye open wearily, his single pupil setting a faint white glow across his face. The parasite sat up and rubbed his eyes, not bothering to reach for his shades for now. He’d just been fast asleep, dreamless, for once, so he couldn’t imagine what had woken him up, but... Fresh had an inkling as to why, and he usually trusted his instincts.
Silently, Fresh stood up, lifting his glasses from his beside, and slipping them on as he went. He opened his door, took a step... and quite literally bumped into Comic, catching himself by surprise.
”C-brah?”
Comic looked up at him, They look scared, they wiped the tears from their face again, "I-I . . ." They started crying more.
Fresh mentally froze. He’d had a sense something was wrong with Comic, but... Crying??? He didn’t know how to deal with crying! But, obviously Comic wasn’t hurt, so... Yeah, never mind, not actually bad. Fresh crouched down on one knee, casting his mind back to what he’d seen other people do on TV.
”Hey... What’s wrong, lil broski? Somethin’ happenin wit’ ya?”
"I-I h-had a n-nightm-mare . . ." Comic said it while wiping their tears again, their voice was cracking.
”Shhh, shhh.” Fresh wiped a tear off Comic’s cheek, and flicked it away.
”It’s aight, C-dawg, I’m here, I’m here. Ya know it ain’t... Real, yeah? No point ta worryin’ all up about things that ain’t gonna happen.” Of course, Fresh neglected to mention his own nightmares, and how he sometimes snapped awake in a cold sweat, silently heaving for air. That was dumb, and hey, it wasn’t real! Fresh trusted Comic as much as he was capable of, but he still wasn’t in the habit of giving out his... ‘weaknesses’ all willy-nilly.
Suddenly Comic hugged Fresh, hiding their face in Fresh' clothes, "Th-they h-hurt me a-again . . . it h-hurt s-so m-much . . ." They're still shaking.
Fresh frowned, the letters on his glasses flickering briefly, before he wrapped his arms around Comic in turn, rubbing his back. Yeah, this may have been... more than he’d signed up for.
”Hey, hey. Dey ain’t here any more, lil brah. ‘S just you an me, yo! Jus’ all up Fresh an’ Comic, see! Nobody else here.” He went to rub Comic’s head, and thought better of it at the last moment; yeah, if he still thought his bullies were in the house with him, best not to go near the wound they left. Fresh felt a slight twinge in his gut, at that, but shoved it away.
”’Ey, I got a RADICAL idea, homeslice!! How ‘bout we all up go on a walk o’ da place, just ta up an PROVE dey ain’t here?? An’, ya know, even if some unfresh burglar-brah is here ta steal all ya snacks, I’M here ta protect ya~!!” He grinned down at Comic, lifting up his shades with one hand to give a wink.
"O-okay . . ." Comic is trying to calm down, they're still a bit shaky
In one swift movement, Fresh scooped Comic up in his arms, bridal-style, and his grin widened. ”C’mon, C-dawg, lead da way! Where ya wanna go first?”
After a brief moment, he added, ”We can walk an’ talk at da same time, by da way. If ya want~!”
Comic flinched a bit when they were picked up, "B-back to m-my r-room f-for now . . ."
That caught Fresh a bit off guard for a moment, but he managed to mask it quickly, barely letting a shred of surprise cross his face.
”Aiiight, back ta da room it is!! You’re da bus driver here, ya ridin’ on da FRESH EXPRESS! <3” And with that, still carrying the smaller skeleton, Fresh skipped his way back to Comic’s room, oblivious to Comic’s discomfort.
Comic is holding onto him, when they entered the room, the small skeleton looked around and wanted to be put down when they saw their scarf
Fresh set Comic down gently, still keeping a close eye on him. ”Dere ya go, lil brah, go get it. Ya feelin’ any better now?”
Comic took the scarf and wrapped it around their neck, then they went back to Fresh, "a little b-bit . . ." They're not crying anymore, but they are still a bit shaky
”PERFECT, yo!!! Hold on a sec~!” Fresh scooped up Comic once more, then looked around.
”Ya still want dat house tour, or d’ya just wanna up an crash here fo’ now? Ya look MAD wiped out, lil broski.”
"We c-could go around . . ." Comic then yawned quietly
”Ya wish is mah command, yo! Maybe I can, hmm...” Fresh trailed off for a moment, thinking. Then he walked over to Comic’s bed, snatching a pillow off and positioning it in the crook of his arm, so the other skeleton had somewhere that wasn’t bone to lay his head.
”Lil cozier now?”
Comic put their head on the pillow, "y-yeah . . ."
”BAM, SLEEPYTIME CENTRAL!!!” Fresh grinned excitedly, completely ignoring the irony of how loud he usually talked.
”So... Are ya thirsty, huh? Wit’ all dat cryin’, I’m surprised ya ain’t all lookin up like a piece o’ dried jerky right now, ah hahaha!” Fresh beamed at his own joke, the YOLO on his shades glowing slightly in the dark.
Comic chuckled quietly at the joke, "I c-could drink something . . ."
”Rad!!! Hold on just a sec, homedawg, we gonna get HYDRATED up in here!!!” Fresh nestled him closer and headed off in the direction of the kitchen, more slowly this time.
”Now, I ain’t all sure what time it is an’ junk, so I ain’t sure if it’s early enough in da mornin’ fo’ breakfast... I know some peeps up an’ chug warm milk ta get ‘emselves ta sleep an all dat, how’s it soundin’ ta ya? Plus, ya get dat sicknasty CALCIUM in ya diet!! Wicked strong BONES, yo, ya gonna be liftin’ towers in no time!!” Fresh was mostly talking to fill the silence, people did that, right? They’ve gotten this far already, no point in letting Comic’s mind wander back to his nightmares.
"It sounds nice . . ." Comic is rather calm now, they closed their eyesockets
Fresh chuckled softly, pulling up to the kitchen. Balancing Comic steadily, making sure there was as little jostling as possible, Fresh poured the skeleton a cup of milk, kicking the fridge shut and popping the half-full mug into the microwave. Hey, he didn’t want Comic to spill it on either of their clothes on the way back!
The gentle whirring of the microwave filled the quiet kitchen as they waited for the beep, a warm orange light washing over the two. Comic’s eyes were closed, but Fresh continued to smile down at him. It’d be so easy to just possess him like this, with his guard down... But, no, there was no point in it yet. This whole debacle would go a long way in gaining Comic’s trust, Fresh was willing to bet, and that was more than useful enough to justify the work he’d went through.
Besides, he’d gathered a lot of information... Namely that, yes, the incident continued to affect him deeply, something that Fresh already knew - but it was very interesting to see the extent of how deeply. It wasn’t often the parasite had a front seat to this sort of thing... And to see how Fresh was the first one Comic went to for comfort was hilarious, considering the reason Fresh had stuck around in the first place! There were so many possibilities... But, no, he wouldn’t play his hand too soon. He wanted to see where this was going, first! And all the things that trust could lead to...
The microwave dinged, jolting Fresh out of his thoughts. He gently eased the door open and pulled the steaming mug out with one hand, nudging Comic gently. ”Ya still awake in dere, lil brah...? Milk’s up!”
Comic looked at him, they're a bit sleepy
”Aw... Nothin’? Well, I guess da milk can wait a lil. Dey call it WARM milk, not steamin’ milk, after all~!”
Still holding both the mug and Comic, Fresh turned heel and headed back to the bedroom, making sure none of the liquid sloshed out as they went. When they arrived, Fresh gently plopped his cargo down onto the bed, leaving the mug on the nightstand and tucking Comic in. Once that was done, Fresh plopped down next to him, the mattress creaking slightly under the sudden weight.
”All tucked in, an’ wit’ somethin’ ta drink when ya wake up!! How ya feelin’ now, lil homie?” Fresh grinned, obviously proud of himself and his handiwork.
"better . . . Thank you" Comic smiled slightly at him
”Haha... No problem, C-slice. Ya can always count on me, aight~?” Fresh had been planning to leave and wait for Comic to call him back, but he thought better of it; instead, he climbed into bed next to Comic, tucking himself in and placing his shades safely besides him. The other skeleton had seen the parasite many times without his glasses, after all, though, luckily, never asked why his “eyelight” was cracked like that.
Also, Fresh hadn’t had the time to change out of his pajamas in the first place, so it was perfect! Who said that only kids could wear dinosaur-patterned sleep pants? Nobody, that’s who. Fresh sighed and nestled himself in, closing his eyes - although, if anything happened, he was always a light sleeper. For now, though, he highly doubted Comic could do any harm to him... and with that, Fresh was out.
Comic looked at Fresh, they decided to cuddle up to him, they closed their eyes and tried to go back to sleep.
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*It cuts to Little Bon. He looks to the ground and finds a small object.*
*He picks it up, and attempts to light it. It illuminates him, but keeps going out. After the 4th attempt, the scene abruptly changes.*
*Instead of Little Bon, a woman holds the lighter. She is wearing a purple uniform. Her hat reads Sophie and she’s wearing a name tag, possibly as a Facility Caretaker. Behind her, the mangled, animatronic version of Bon looms over her, staring at the camera, eyes humanly realistic. He has a cold, sadistic smile. A loud, blaring noise erupts from the VCR as the scene is shown.*
Ralz teleported away from his bullies, his skull bleeding from a crack they made, he looked around, panicked.
Fresh was wandering in Classic's AU just across the bridge near Snowdin looking for chaos to cause when the damaged skeleton teleported in.
"Hey yo you look like you're not from around here little homeskillet, wassup?!" Fresh grinned at Ralz for a moment then paused. "Yo, you know your sauce is leaking bro?"
Ralz looked at him and backed away. He's really scared, he looks like someone or even multiple people attacked him. His eyesockets are filled with tears.
Fresh halted, his glasses changed to read "woah," and held up his hands in a placating gesture.
"Heyyyy. Yo, no need ta be spooked bro. I'm not gonna hurt ya. You uhh.. You hurt brah? Ya lookin' like you might need help or somethin my dude."
Ralz is shaking, he managed to slightly nod. Tears are running down his cheekbones alongside blood on one side.
"Uhhh ok ok umm... What do ya want me to do? I mean to be honest brah, I don't know how to help."
". . . h-head . . ." Ralz is in pain. He looks like a child, maybe 10 years old. He's small, weak and fragile, he's barely standing.
"Ok yeah.. Gotta stop that business from leakin. Hold up. I got this, check it."
Fresh takes his jacket off and starts tearing it into strips. he then approaches Ralz slowly, holding out the torn strips of fabric.
"Can I?"
Ralz slightly nodded, he's looking at Fresh.
Fresh used his ruined jacket to bandage up Ralz's head. It was oddly colorful for your usual bandages and a little tight but it definitely did the job.
Fresh looked Ralz up and down and let out a low whistle. "You got Jacked. Up. What even happened to you bro?"
" . . . b-bullies . . .th-they b-beat m-me up . . ." Ralz is trying to calm down, everything hurts him.
Fresh frowned and his glasses changed to "un-rad."
"Bullies? That's whaaaack bruh. ... So uhh what next? Wait, food helps you guys heal, right?" Fresh pulls out his inventory and rummages through it. Ralz is looking at him, waiting.
Fresh pulls out a carton of eggs and holds it out for Ralz with a triumphant grin.
Ralz looks at him, confused.
Fresh looks at Ralz, confused too "Not a fan of eggs brah?"
" . . . r-raw eggs a-aren't g-good . . ."
"Oh... I thought they totes were super healthy." Fresh without warning drops the carton of eggs and begins sifting through his inventory again.
Ralz doesn't say anything, He's still not entirely calmed down.
"Hah!" Fresh pulls a box of gushers from his inventory. "This is food... It's good too." He rips open a packet and hands it to Ralz.
Ralz took the packet and quietly began to eat the gushers.
"Good, right?" Fresh smiled at Ralz. The small skeleton just nodded.
"Well that's as bout as much as I know how to help ya with on my own broski." He held out his hand for Ralz to take.
"Can you trust me?"
Ralz looked at him, thought for a second and took Fresh' hand. Fresh chuckled.
"Probably a bad choice bro." and suddenly they were teleported to a different AU. They arrived in a dimly lit workshop with beakers and blueprints scattered about haphazardly. There was a skeleton slumped over a worktable snoring softly.
Ralz looked around, curiously.
Fresh walked up to the slumped over skeleton and shook his shoulder. The skeleton woke up with a start and rubbed at his face "C'mon couldn't you let me slee- F-FUNK!"
Fresh chuckled "Yo mind your manners Sci, there's kids present."
"I thought I told you not to come in here again, last time you contaminated everything and broke- wait kids?" Sci looked around and spotted Ralz, his eyes widening in alarm.
Ralz is nervous, he looked at Sci. He's slightly shaking.
Sci looks to Fresh angrily "Did you do this?!"
"Nah man, nah. Dunno what happened 'zactly... They said somethin about bullies but that's all I got." Fresh flicked Sci's glasses "Take a chill pill dude I just want ya to help me fix this little homeslice up."
Sci ajusted his glasses and gave Ralz a nervous glance. He switched to a low whisper Ralz couldn't hear. "Why? So you ca-"
Fresh interrupted Sci leaning in close, a dark aura radiating off of him. "Don't worry about it bro."
Sci gulped and nodded. He looked to Ralz and stood up. "Hey. they call me Science Sans, Sci for short... You are?"
"R-Ralz"
"Nice to meet you Ralz." Sci smiled warmly at him.
"Lol I totes didn't think to ask their name."
Sci shot Fresh a look and approached Ralz slowly. "Can I check that head wound of yours?"
Ralz nodded slightly, He's hurt in many different places too.
Fresh distractedly picked at his braces and Sci pulled out a chair for Ralz to sit in.
"Sit, please."
Ralz sat down on the chair.
Sci carefully unwrapped the impromptu jacket bandage and visibly winced at the damage underneath. "Sh-SHIZZ, this is bad."
Fresh looked up at the two of them.
Ralz is still shaking, He's scared and cold, a tear rolled down his cheekbone. He's still looking at Sci.
Fresh frowned and started digging through his inventory again while Sci frantically pulled out some antibacterial wipes and began gently cleaning around Ralz's head injury.
"This might sting, I'm sorry..." Sci said.
Fresh blipped behind Ralz and draped something around his shoulders.
"You were lookin a little too chill there dude..."
It was a soft blanket with neon squiggles and shapes on a dark background.
Ralz wrapped the blanket tighter around himself, "Th-thank you"
"S'nothin..." Fresh turned to Sci who was now applying something to the cut to get the bleeding to subside.
"Yooooo can I do anything to help?"
Sci looked at Fresh distrustfully.
"Maybe, if you promise to listen. because last time I-"
"I got it, I got it. Seriously, take a chill pill dawg."
Sci gave Fresh one more sharp look and nodded. "Ok."
With Sci's instruction Fresh began cleaning up Ralz's other injuries while Sci used healing magic on his skull.
Ralz is silent, He's just looking between them, sometimes reacting to the stinging and pain, He's behaving well.
"You're doin so good kid, don't worry we're almost done patching ya up." Sci gave Ralz a sympathetic smile.
He handed Fresh bandages and instructed him on how to properly use them and turned back to Ralz.
"We're mostly done here, but your glasses look busted. I can fix you up a new pair if you'd like."
"y-you can do that? i don't w-want t-to c-cause problems . . . o-only if it's o-okay . . ." Ralz is mostly calm now.
Sci laughed "I've busted mine more times than i can count. Had to figure ways to easily replace them before. " He adjusted said glasses on his nasal ridge.
"I might be able to figure out your prescription with your broken ones, it really wouldn't be too much trouble."
"A-alright" Ralz looked around the workshop.
Sci took his glasses and left the room, leaving Fresh, who had been mostly silent besides the occasional question for Sci, to continue bandaging up what was left of the major damage on Ralz.
Fresh was diligently following Sci's instruction, carefully and firmly wrapping some major scrapes and cuts on Ralz's shin when he spoke up.
"Yo... So I've been wonderin... What happened exactly? And like... Why'd they go and funk you up like this brah?"
Fresh looked up at Ralz, his expression pensive and his glasses displaying "??????"
"b-because I'm weird . . . I look weird . . ." Ralz is sad, he curled up a bit
"i was going back home from school, it was the only day my parents couldn't pick me up . . . so I was going home alone . . . and this one older kid with his group of friends attacked me . . . just because of the way i look . . ." His eyesockets are filled with tears again.
"That's super whack bro. There's not a funking thing wrong with the way you look." Fresh's mouth was pressed in a displeased thin line.
"black isn't a normal color for skeletons . . ."
Fresh shook his head and moved on to bandaging up one of Ralz's ankles.
"There's nothing wrong with you, or what color ya are. Just 'cause it's not as common in that AU don't mean jack.... Diversity is a good thing yo, what if there was only one kind of skeletons? All carbon copies and junk. It'd be mad boring all up in here." Fresh looked up at Ralz the same dark aura from earlier emanating from him.
"I'd like to see them come at me for bein different bro. Show them what I think of bulling." Then as quick as a switch the aura was gone, Fresh beaming at Ralz.
"Don't worry little homeskillet, you don't gotta worry about them again."
"but I would have to see them again when I go back to school . . ."
"Nahhh man you got options, you could come live with me if ya wanted."
"Really?" Ralz looked at Fresh.
"Heck yeah brah!" Fresh flashes a charming grin at Ralz. "And if ya ever wanna go back, you just say the word my dude."
"alright" Ralz smiled at him.
"Nice! I needed a buddy." Fresh chuckles.
"hm?" Ralz slightly tilted his skull to the side.
Just then Sci entered holding a new pair of glasses for Ralz.
"Had to replace the frames... But lucky you I had a similar style as yours already. Why don't you try these on and tell me how they feel." Sci made his way over to the two and handed Ralz the glasses with a smile.
Ralz put on the glasses and looked around, "It's great! Thank you" He's smiling.
Fresh stood up, done bandaging, and Sci nodded.
"Perfect." Sci pulled a small medicine bottle from his lab coat and handed it to Ralz. "This should help expedite the healing process, just follow the instructions on the bottle aaaaand you should be good to go. I'm- I'm sorry though.. I don't know if that crack to your skull will ever heal properly.."
Fresh looked at Sci, surprised. "It won't?"
"I mean I'm not positive... But..." Sci trailed off into uncomfortable silence.
"it's okay i guess . . ."
"Pshhhh It'll just make ya look cooler, no worries brah." Fresh waved a dismissive hand.
"Before you go.." Sci raised a finger "Are you gonna be ok? If you're getting bullied I can-"
Fresh clapped him on the shoulder, interrupting Sci. "It's all good bro, I got 'im."
Sci looked nervously from Fresh to Ralz.
The small skeleton curiously tilted his head to the side.
"Well ok then..." Sci sweats "Guess I better get back to my nap. Oh! Wait first..."
Sci hurried over to his desk and messed around in a drawer, his back to them for a second.
He turned around holding a pill bottle and handed it to Ralz. "For pain, you probably can't feel it too much right now thanks to the healing but your headaches gonna be killer tomorrow..."
Ralz nodded and took the pill bottle.
Sci nervously looked at Fresh and hugged Ralz without warning. He stealthily slipped a note in Ralz's pocket. "It was nice meeting you... Be safe." Sci said a little intensely.
"it was nice meeting you too"
"Wow Sci, brah... You never hug me like that..."
"That's because you always destroy my lab!" Sci snapped at Fresh.
Fresh raised his hands in surrender with a chuckle "'Aight then." He turned to Ralz and held out his hand. "In that case, let's bounce."
Ralz took Fresh' hand with a slight smile.
Sci gave them a halfhearted wave and the two disappeared with a fresh poof, reappearing in an obnoxiously 90's disaster area of livingroom.
Furniture that were just large cushioned shapes, an overly fluffy neon rug on dark flooring loud colorful walls with skateboards, tastefully framed pictures of Furbies and such hung up. A cluttered coffee table with things like tamagotchis, worms on a string, and a spilled over container of slime.
The whole place was littered with various odds and ends and Furbies strewn about everywhere.
"Welcome to my crib" Fresh said with a grand wave. "Mi casa es su casa."
Ralz is looking around, curiously.
"First things first I'mma get you some fly new digs, because your wardrobe is looking heckin whack right now." Fresh looked Ralz up and down.
"You're kinda small... But I think I gotchu. Hold up, be right back my dude." Fresh backed out of the room shooting finger guns "Careful of the Furbies, they get weird around newcomers. But make yourself at home dawg."
Ralz sits down and just waits for Fresh.
There's a loud thud in the other room and a rubber duck noise.
Ralz ignored the noise and looked at the note he got from Sci.
In barely legible chicken scratch it read "He's not a normal skeleton kid. Not sure what exactly it is, but there's something weird about him. DON'T TRUST HIM."
Ralz frowned and put the note back into his pocket.
Fresh skidded into the room sporting a new jacket and an armful of clothes. "YO!" Fresh dumped the clothes in Ralz's lap "Try these on for size homedawg."
Ralz tried on the clothes, the size is good, a bit too loose but it's okay.
Fresh grinned at Ralz "Ayyyyy lookin good, baggy is in ya know." Fresh's glasses flashed the words "fly af" for a moment.
Ralz smiled at him "you didn't tell me your name"
"Oh! You're right." Fresh laughs. "Call me FRESH!" There's a little fanfare and confetti pops from out of nowhere. "And I can already tell we're gonna be the tightest homies."
