Corrupted Love (ErrorFresh)

Chapter 14: A Puppet or a Puppeteer?

"Yo, bro! What's all up and hangin? Are you feeling better from that hella rad time we had earlier? I know I am."

Ink stared at the parasite in horrified shock, his paintbrush still held tightly in his hands. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

Fresh laughed at his reaction, balancing on the wheels of his heelies with a grin. "Relax, bro! It wasn't all that bad. You're alive, aren't ya? I could've done a whole lot worse, dawg. You should be glad I'm not that much of a monster. Now you can relive the screams of those innocent people whose lives you took, over and over again! I guess you and Error aren't that different now, are ya?"

Ink took a step back from the 90's abomination, trembling a bit, but before he could say anything, Blueberry elbowed Fresh, glaring at the parasite. "Don't be mean! You can't say that kind of stuff to people."

Fresh pouted. "Aw, come on, dawg. I was just having fun. He's not dead and all anyways, so, like, does it matter?"

"Yes, it does matter! You can't just make people kill people! That's rude." Blue argued, crossing his arms across his chest with a frown. "Now, apologize."

Fresh sighed loudly and rolled his eyes. "Ugh, fine..." The parasite grumbled, putting his hands in his pockets and looking annoyed. "I'm all up and sorry, dude... I guess I shouldn't have possessed you, forced you to brutally murderize dudes, made you kiss Error (although I'm pretty sure you didn't mind that part), and stolen capri-suns from a post pacifist timeline. I mean, all that stuff is bad and all, but stealing capri-sun? That was hella wrong of me, bro! Sure, capri-sun is the bomb diggity, but I shouldn't have gone against the law like that. You should never break rules unless it's for a very important reason! Like...I dunno, aliens or somethin." Suddenly, Fresh gasped loudly, the YOLO on his shades turning to a series of exclamation points as he looked over to Blueberry. "Yo, you think aliens like capri-sun? Maybe I should go possess an Outertale Sans sometime and find out! That would be wicked!"

Ink stared on as Fresh continued to ramble on enthusiastically about aliens and capri-sun, still not lowering his paintbrush from it's defensive position as he watched the parasite uncertainly.

After a bit, Fresh realized he had gotten off topic and stopped his rant, giving Ink a smile and holding out his hand in a friendly greeting. "Anyways, I'm sorry, bro. No hard feelings?"

Ink just stared at him incredulously, all traces of fear and uncertainty replaced with rage. "No hard feelings!? No hard feelings!?!? My paint has dust and blood mixed in it now!!! You...you made me strangle children! Do you have any idea how horrifying that whole thing was!? I'm going to have nightmares for the rest of my life thanks to you!" The artist yelled, pointing his paintbrush accusingly at Fresh.

"Haha, you're welcome, dawg!" Fresh responded cheerfully, punctuating his sentence with finger guns and a wink.

Ink growled, his eyes narrowed at the parasite, but Blue quickly stood between the two before anything could happen, chuckling nervously. "See? You guys are getting along already! Wow, friendship sure is a magical thing. Oh, maybe we can even start a friendship club together! Wouldn't that be fun?"

"Definitely." Fresh agreed happily, seemingly oblivious to Ink's rage. "We'll be great pals in no time!"

Ink grumbled to himself, still glaring at the parasite with icy blue eyes.

Blueberry stood there for a bit longer, looking between the two awkwardly. "Well, I should uh...go finish up those tacos and make some more hot chocolate! I'll be back! You guys can get to know each other more while I'm gone, okay?"

"Alrighty, bro. Catch ya later!" Fresh replied.

Ink didn't take his eyes off of Fresh, just giving a slight nod of his head.