Retconned sighed, Whisper was bundled with comfy blankets in his bed once again in clean clothing. There... guest, he'd healed.. a bit and wrapped up his injuries, and now looked like a mummy.

A gagged mummy.

The eternal child did have a soft spot for Geno, technically they were his mother as he was part of all the Goths.

Yet he did understand them, when driven the Genos could be monsters.

To many of them became Error by choice, or via fate.

He had never asked his Error who he had been before he was Error, the destroyer was broken in many ways... and he knew the Reboots messed with the other's memories. But the way they'd come attached to Goth so long ago, when the Retcon happened and he fought to exist in any form.

Somewhere in the past a Geno had become an Error, if he had married and had a Goth before that he didn't know.

And he didn't want to ask.

He knew Error was a forced god though.

But that didn't give this unknown Geno the right to cause trouble, no right to demand anything of Whisper was pulling cookies off cooling racks when he heard sounds upstairs, and the sound of feet coming downstairs.

"Cookies," Whisper said in glee as they appeared, having apparently changed into there normal clothing.

"Lets take this to the living room," Retconned mused picking up a rather full dish of cookies, the fresh literally bounced to the other room with the chant of cookies in there mouth. Goth chuckled under his breath, the child could be so silly for cookies.

A faint sound from the Geno as he placed the dish down, told him that the.. guest was awake. Withing a split second, half the cookies vanished into Whispers hands as they sat on the coach.

"By the way, your grounded," Retconned told the adult looking child.

That got a strange look from the Geno, and a confused smile from Whisper.

'Ah a cookie satisfaction zone out' Retconned thought amused, he did his best to talk through the zone out.

He was.. pretty sure he made sure Whisper knew Retconned had adopted him officially, he at least nodded.

Aha! Agreement.

He'd take it, he felt a bit smug on that.

Sure he knew he wouldn't exactly be able to keep Whisper, he was a Fresh after all... but sue him, he was giving the kid the support they needed.

The Geno was giving Whisper a very strange look.

Meh.. whatever.

"You poor fool," Geno said, having gotten rid of the gag.

He sipped his tea as he watched as Fresh slipped out of his cookie zone out.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, a text had come in.

Insanity Plea: IS HE AWAKE!!!

Retconned rolled his eyelight, the tiny fresh was so excited about actually meeting Whisper.

Cookie King: Yes, we also have a Geno in the building

Insanity plea: Whoooo hoo! I'm almost there

Kids right?

"What!"

That yell snapped Goths attention back to Whisper and Geno, Geno who had just yelled.

"I said someone is trying to rewrite ya, Bro," Fresh repeats with a shrug as though they were discussing the weather instead of his very existence, "It's kind of annoying really since they're not even doing it right either. I mean, if they were doing it right, it would be much harder for me to undo it, but it's about kind of as easy as breathing when repair-"

Retconned blinked at the rambling, Genos singular eyelight looking more confused as Whisper continued.

"Fresh," Geno said his tone comes out harsh, causing the Neon-colored skeleton to fall silent, "WHAT THE FUNKING HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!?!"

The other just smiles that annoying bright smile of their's before opening their mouth to speak, "Well, you see Bruh-"

THUD!

Only to be cut off as another body comes flying out of nowhere and all but tackles Fresh clear off the side of the couch while screaming something about finally playing something called Manolopy. There's a suspicious noise that comes from Fresh which could either be a scream of excitement or a scream of pure, utter terror.......

Retconned facepalmed, well.. Emerald was... a bit hyper apparently.

Emerald dragged Whisper down the hallway -The other still making muffled noise and kicking their legs while their shades flashes 'STOP-TOUCHING', 'TOO-CLOSE', 'SOMEONE-HELP'- at what had to be Mach 10 leaving behind nothing but a duel rainbow-colored blur.

The Geno looked on is shock.

'Note to self... make sure Emerald learns hwo to introduce himself in the future' Retconned thought.

But wow, that sure looked like a kidnapping.. even if Emerald was just dragging Whisper upstairs.

"Well, would you look at that," Retconned said, drawing Geno's attention to him in time to see the other slip what looked to be a cellphone into some type of hidden pocket, "Emerald has such good timing, doesn't he? I was just thinking I would like a personal word with you about screaming at children. "

The others face was priceless.

OoOoO

Error yawned as he left his room in Retconned's house.

The house didn't look that big, but the house was bigger then it seemed.

It had a basement, which shouldn't be possible to have in the anti-void. There were three floors beyond that, the main floor where the kids prize kitchen was including the rather nice living room, there were also multiple craft rooms where Retconned got to with his hobbies.

Second floor was bedrooms, and guestrooms.

The 3rd floor, was a giant library.

Retconned had giggled, and told him he couldn't wait to see Whisper's reaction to that library.

Thing is.. Error was pretty sure the house was bigger then it looked, he couldn't see the walls of the big library and more then once he swore he saw the hallways of the house keep going past where they had been before.

Retconned had just smiled when he asked.

Cheeky brat.

A bone brow was raised as he saw a figure walking down the hallway, a Fresh.. or in this case Whisper.

"Yo," the Fresh said making finger guns.

"Hello..." Error said feeling uncomfortable, he blamed it on the local Fresh who didn't understand the concept of boundaries.

He did not need hug therapy.

Then a wicked idea came to his mind, a way to get the kid away for awhile as he was getting to many Fresh's for him to stand.

"Ohh..." he said staggering dramatically, question marks appeared on the shades of the Fresh.

"I feel I might die, I'll die without a Harlot," Error said, and allowed himself to glitch more then usual.

"A harlot? Coolio," Whisper said looking curious "Sounds fun to find, I'll do that now."

Then bounced downstairs.

"ERROR!"

Oh oh...

OoOoO

Huddling over the maps scattered across the table, REtconned whispered lowly to his partner in crime.

"We'll need to block off the possible exits here, here, and here," He explained gesturing to one of theany maps as The Fresh in the kids body nodded their head in agreement.

"So we're going to be subtly hearing them further into the trap? "

"Exactly."

REtconned answered even as his eyesockets flickered towards Whisper, the other Fresh staring at them from across the room with question marks decorating their shades.

Classic Fresh really shouldn't have said that to a kid.

"Fun," Emerald said, his accent strong for a moment. He'd told Retconned it was a British accent, what was British?

"Whisper," Goth said to Whisper while holding out another baked treasure, "Here, have another cookie."

"Thanks, Bruh." Whisper said cheerfully.

Retconned went back looking at the maps, plotting a prank on Classic Fresh.

He never noticed Emerald giving Whisper a long stare, then sighing.

Not that he would understand.

He wasn't a Fresh after all.

Omake: That doggo

In a place where the souls go to rest a being stared at a dog, a dog they should have been able to collect.

WOOF

No NoT hErE mUtT

Sirius Black, known as that Stalker Doggo, and number one harry Potter Stalker pouted.

He was sure he'd find his god son sooner or later.

He was pretty sure he'd found Harry once as a skeleton.

He just had to find him again.

Hmm... maybe he should have taken that left turn two turns back.

The being of death kicked the doggo from there piece of reality.

NeXt CyClE I'm MaKiNg SuRe A rEaPeR ExIsTs FoR tHe JoB