Goth sighed as he scrubbed at the dishes, cleaning the grim off till they were pristine clean.

Usually cleaning would relax him, but right now all he felt was a heaviness of his soul.

Whisper still hadn't recovered, the child had almost been drained to nothing and for a Fresh was that scary impressive.

Fresh's... Freshi... you know what Fresh had scary magical levels.

The best estimate of Whisper's recover, months.

Error had suggested getting another Fresh to donate magic to restart Whisper's, as they were not producing enough.

He groaned, his own local Fresh had wandered off on 'A Journey' so that was a useless front.

The eternal child didn't know many Fresh that were stable to help, many of them were bat shit crazy and some of them were actually evil.

Mind you....

There was always that Fresh.

He side eyed his newest constant visitor, a tiny child Fresh and compared to other Fresh's not as powerful. From what he understood it was how Fresh took Emerald as a host, but the tiny Fresh hadn't explained it yet.

Emerald might have enough power to help if he asked, but he was also rather flighty and prone to wondering off. Part of it was that Emerald Multiverse seemed to either go slower or faster, so the tiny Fresh had no idea when he'd actually appear.

Curious, he's actually listened to the flow of information coming from Emerald.

Most of it was about his school, his adventures, his stalkers and a dog?

There was no mention of friends, Emerald was afloat with only his parasite who had raised him.

Friends were important to even a Fresh that could feel emotion, even those that couldn't.

The parasites and there hosts could break multiverses easily, yet here he was blabbing away and telling Whisper he couldn't wait to play with him.

He'd have to ask his papa if Emerald was strong enough before he asked.

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"No... not them," Error said grumpily.

"Who is them?" Goth asked curious.

"The askers, they found a way back in due to the kid," Error grumbled, Goth snorted as at the moment there was only one kid in the house.

"Leave them alone papa, there from his place and something familiar will help," the eternal child said as he folded laundry, he hummed happily when he saw that whatever the gunk was had finally washed clean of Whispers clothing.

It had taken six washes to get it clean, right now Whisper was wearing some extra clothing Error had dug up in his size.

There was a suddenly choking noise, the Retconned Goth dropped his laundry and ran upstairs with Error on his heals.

"Shit," Goth scowled after shifting Whisper a bit, and pried open the other's jaw "Their tongue's reformed."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Error asked, wincing when eh realized Whisper was so low on magic the sensor magic wasn't even working.

"Not if they're choking on it!" Goth hissed, Whisper meanwhile began to giggle.

".....I think your medication made them High." Error deadpanned.

"Gee... I never noticed," Goth replied sarcastically, but at least Whisper had stopped choking.

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Fresh waited till his Emerald fell asleep, another visit to the other Fresh and he still wasn't exactly happy on how the meeting went.

Stalker chick had tried to ambush him in the shower today, Brah... just no... no touching the crazy red head.

"Hey Pal, are ya awake in there?" Fresh asked once Emerald was deep asleep, he had had full control of there body.

Symbols of frustration went across the other's shades, clearly the only way he could respond.

"Funk, that thing really ate through ya magic if ya can't even talk physically, but ya know, ya shades are reflecting your thoughts loud and clear, Little Fresh. Sure, It's not really much for terms of conversation, but I bet it's better than ya just laying there listening to everyone around ya." he told the younger being.

"After all, While we conceal it from others, every Fresh knows we go insane is we stay still for too long, and you and I...We need to have a chat about you smashing my Emerald's skull that board of yours." he hissed angrily, Emerald was his.

His to care for, his to raise.. his to protect when he could.

SOS and other symbols and words slammed across the other's shades.

Somewhere in the room music began to play, from a pair of headphones he thought.

Of course that was when the kid vanished in a cloud of smoke.

Fresh Sans stares at an empty bed as a pair of left behind headphones softly whisper, "Pain-" before falling silent as their owner's magic disappeared.

"Funk."

That was not how they intended for that conversation to play out.

Then, as though to spite him, the bedroom door opened to show a small Goth holding a tray with what must have been the other's Soup of the Day.

Double Funk.

It also became quickly apparent that Retconned could tell who was in charge of the body.

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Error blinked when he got to Retconned's home, the eternal child was doing his best to tie the other into a Fresh pretzel with a side of pain.

"What... did.. you... do...!" Retconned snarled angrily banging the others skull into a wall.

"Yeah... nope.." Error said and fled.

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"Um...." Fresh said suddenly, eye lights back to there unnatural startling Emerald.

Sighing Retconned released the other, he really didn't want to hurt the child for what the parent did. The Fresh's magic was already healing his host's body, but the boy was already looking at him warily.

"You father is a Funking Blink," Retconned snarled, and blinked at the rather hilarious Emeralds version of the censor magic had made him say.

"Sorry, papa... is rather protective Brah..." Emerald sighed, brushing his clothing off his strange accent rather noticeable at that moment.

"I shouldn't have taken it out on him Emerald, your there too. And he didn't hurt Whisper, just scared him off," Retconned groaned.

At that moment they both turned, feeling a flare of magic in the living room.

So very weak, but so familiar as Whispers so they quickly walked into the living room.

Unconscious bloody Whisper on the floor.

A rather more bloody Geno standing there.

The Geno of course, quickly learned pain and how being sliced and diced felt by Retconneds Sythe.

"I give it a nine out of ten, cuz Geno can't die," Emerald said.

"Out, come back later," Retconned ordered.

The Fresh child left with a nod and poof.

He quickly got Whisper back to bed and tucked in, well Geno.. he left on the floor.

Clearly this was his fault.