Fresh New Antivirus

Q & A - 3

Well, uh, that was something. Some people forgot the 3 question max so I just picked some of theirs - mostly didn't do the ones that have already been answered, or the answer is obvious.

Now for an announcement before you read - I'm gonna go on a break for a bit. Possibly like last time, possibly for real, who knows (honestly a break is looking sus bro). Anyways while you wait you could always read my other fics or something, idk, you do you fam :)

Also, did I edit this to the best of my ability? Probably not but let's live on the edge a little XD

Now onto the good stuff!

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Tomopher to Fresh: Asking with no ulterior motive in mind, what would have to happen for you to let the furbies take over the universe with you being the supreme ruler?

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Fresh hummed in deep thought. "Unradical imminent internal threat of totes annihilation of the Verse, broski."

Fresh shrugged. "I don't particularly enjoy my spot o' power as is, but if it were ta save peeps, I would step up. Lot o' unrad responsibility, but not much else ta do at that point, sides evacuate to another sick multiverse ... which would be preferable." Fresh sighed. "Rather jus' be hanging with muh friends. Let some other responsible dude-o take that role."

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NoSleepArtist to the misnamed mafiafell: How y'all feel about meeting a God who is still only a child?

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Frisk shrugged. "God or not, we probably shouldn't get on his bad side ... and what do you mean child?" (Stripes don't matter in mafia/mob AU's. She couldn't tell) "Like, in attitude? Or is he a teen in 'god years'?"

"I AM STILL RATHER SHOCKED I SHOULD SAY." Papyrus answered. "IT EXPLAINS WHY RAINBOWS ARE SEEN AS MIRACLES. THE CLOTHES HE WAS POORLY OBSCURING WERE ... SOMETHING."

"He may be strong, but he's not god." Sans said uncertainty. "... right?"

"Right." Gaster agreed, stressfully doing paperwork. "There's no way we'd still be here if that was god. For multiple reasons."

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aFlyingDove to Fresh: Hullo, this is just a simple request so you could ignore me if you'd like.

May I pat ur head? I'm not one for physical contact but I felt the need to pat.

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"Pfft, sure, pal" Fresh gave finger guns with a jovial smile. "With the amount o' nuggies this rad skele-bro gives out, it was only a matter of time 'fore I caught muh karma."

Karma, somewhere, sneezes.

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strawburrypetals to Error: *A small, black cat pulls a pile of chocolate easily 50x their size out of... somewhere. They then proceed to start eating a string cheese.

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Error's face is caught between deadpan and incredulous. It lasts some time before he springs into action.

He steals the chocolate assuming it wasn't intended for him and runs into the distance cackling like a child on a sugar high.

"Ha! Should have k-k-k-kept your guard up!" Error taunts as he flees to the Chara Realm to share.

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aFlyingDove to Classic: *pat pat*

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"is this what we're doing now?" Classic smirks amused. "Ok." He pats you back.