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The Rad-End is set in a Multiverse. The parasitic Fresh (plural) come up with a plan. Originally, the intention was for feasting. However, their demeanor will change for the worst. It is up to the Multiverse's residents to either save or...
"No... I-It can't be!" Error stood in shock and sorrow. "C-Cross...!"
Error stood, finding himself in a room. Ordinary room, but... Dark. He walked, finding a door and opening it. A white filled his vision. "Jeez..." He shook his head and continued, walking through the brightly painted void. "Bet I can guess where I am. Gonna give three guesses to myself." He chuckled to himself, finding a wide open door. "...eh?" He looked inside. . . . Was that... No, it couldn't be! Wasn't he... Unable to... Before Error could finish and process his thoughts, the figure turned around. "Eyyy, Error broski! Sorry t'a break it to yo', but Cross-Dawg ain't here anymo'!" No. He refused to believe this. "I... No. No!- Nononononono...." Error was filled with disbelief. "I-It can't be...!" Error's arms lowered. Tears rolled down his cheekbones.
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Error gripped his chest. It stung with an obnoxious pain. The pain... That'd he'll never see Cross again. "No..." He growled, lifting his hands to his sockets. Strings attached to his fingers then fired at Fresh!Cross. "No! You're not... Not... I'll get him back! Whatever it takes!" Fresh!Cross dodged the strings, summoning his Xqueaky Hammer. "Whatever it takes, ErrBrah?~" Fresh!Cross slammed the hammer down on Error. A loud squeak was heard. Meanwhile... Triangle ran and ran. "Not dealing with this any longer!" He huffed and puffed. Trapezoid growled. "You betrayed us! Betrayed the Violet Answer!" Soon, the group had Triangle surrounded. "W-Wait, please! Leave me alone! I just want to be free..." Triangle pleaded for mercy. Rectangle glared. "You aren't my brother, Tri." Triangle fled after escaping their hold. "Ha-- Ha..." He bumped into someone. "Ah!" His pupils shrink. "...I-I... I can--" Triangle's vision went blank. . . . Error screamed. "Get your hands off me, parasite!" He growled out as he felt more tears pouring. "Get away from me!" Suddenly, the door swung open. Fresh dropped the knocked out Triangle on the floor, then immediately left. . . . Fresh!Cross let Error go. "Lemme get d'is dawg 'ere dealt with. Yo' got scot-free fo' now." Error watched as Fresh!Cross dug into Triangle, and grabbed his SOUL. Crunch! Chomp! Error couldn't look away. It was so horrendous, but he couldn't quit looking. He then opened a portal, but he was grabbed before he could react. "Awe, leaving already, dawg?" Fresh!Cross shut the portal and grabbed Error by the waist, throwing him and pinning him against the wall. "Don' yo' worry, Error-Broski..." Fresh!Cross lowered his shades. "Yo' won't feel a thing.~" Error wriggled and struggled, attempting to free himself from the hold. He felt the parasite crawl around, searching for his SOUL. Error shoved the host-body, attempting to grab at the parasite. It screeched. "You mistake! I'll rip your eye out!" Error clawed at the parasite, but it was too late. He tore its eye out. Then, he fell to the floor. "Weak... Can't... Feel..." . . . >DATABASE LOGIN REQUIRED >WELCOME, BROSKIBROSKI. >ACCESSING INFORMATION... >. . . >IT IS TIME. Fresh closed his Database. He walked. There he stood, in a white void. On a stage. Behind him, was a flag. It had that iconic eye. . . . Fresh raised his right fist into the air. . . . They all did the same. . . .
Suddenly, everyone's Database opened. "...?" Fresh raised an eyebrow. There's one last person, Fresh. But, that begs the question: Who is it? Fresh informed everyone. Search everywhere. Do not leave any spot unchecked. Fresh turned, dismissing everyone and left. Fresh paced around in his office. Perhaps it is someone we know? Are they betraying us? Or... Is someone back alive? Perhaps... What do you think, Fresh? "I dunno, brah..." "I really dunno."
