Reaper walks into the SAVE screen, licking Geno's cheek. This action wakes the skeleton up, which wakes up the parasite.

"Reaper?! What the fuck?! I said we weren't a thing and that you should find someone new to be obsessed with." Reaper shrugs.

"Sorry, Geno. But you're mine. A few words from a tsundere don't change that." Fresh steps forward, blocking Reaper from Geno.

"Look, brah. I'm a body-hopping parasite, but I know who to fuck with and who to bow to. I also know how to read emotions because I don't have my own to distort what I'm seeing." Fresh removes his glasses, his soul hovering in his eye socket, purple magic surrounding him.

"But anyone could see that Geno brah does not find you radical. Back off, before you make me mad."

"Hah, making the soulless selfish parasite mad. I'm sooooo scared." Reaper grins.

"I'm DEATH. Compared to me, you're nothing. One touch, and boom, your career, over." Fresh shrugs.

"Yeah, maybe. But that doesn't mean you know how to fight. By the sound of it, you've lived and died on your death touch. I live and die based on the fighting ability of the Sans I take over. I always pick good dodging Sans who also pack a punch." Fresh's body gets surrounded with purple magic, and he looks at Geno, his heart still obvious.

"Geno, brah, you might wanna make a break for a hiding place. I'll take this chump on for ya. And no need to thank me..." His eye glows dark purple.

"I'll get my thanks later." Geno opens a portal, dropping onto blue strings, his portal closing behind him.

"G3n0? What are you doing here?"

"Fresh is fighting Reaper!" Error lowers Geno to his level, looking rather calm.

"One of them will die, simple. Either Death will be killed, or more likely, Fresh gave his life, or this particular body's life, for your escape." Geno stares as Error matter-of-factly says this.

"Error, are you okay?"

"Other than being worked to death practically by Ink's intense desire to create more and more AUs, I'm fantastically peachy." Error practically looks like a zombie. He has bags under his bags under his eyes, and his eyelights seem duller than they should be. Not to mention, he is holding his severed arm, likely in the middle of trying to reattach it when Geno popped in for a visit.

"What the fuck is in your hand?!"

"My...arm?"

"HOW ARE YOU NOT DUST?!" Error chuckles nervously.

"Uh...Unkillable?" Geno spends the next little while helping Error as best he can, healing Error's arm back together, however, Error did need to stitch the arm together for Geno to heal it.

"Guess Blue teaching me to knit was useful, right?" Geno makes no comment until the end, looking at the black scarf.

"Blue knit that for you, didn't he?" Error nods, running his fingers along the soft scarf, smiling.

(Author Random Note: Would a soft scarf be a scoff? And would a rough scarf be a scrough? Sorry.)

"Yeah, he's a good friend to me." Geno looks at his hands, a chill running through his body, tears pricking at his eyesockets.

"I wasn't a good friend to Fresh, yet he was willing to lay down his life for me." Error sighs, before hugging Geno, the latter's eyes opening wide, his tears slowing down.

"Fresh may have been a parasite, but he wasn't stupid. And he always has a get out plan. He didn't die."

"Correct, Error Brah." Geno and Error jump, the rainbow bastard walking in. Blood is dripping down Fresh's skull, but other than that, no visible wound covers him. Geno punches Fresh's arm.

"You had me *QUACK*ing worried about you, you *QUACK*!" Fresh grins, wincing slightly.

"Cute. Error. You look uh...dead." Error nods.

"Ink's on a creating spree so I've just been...cleaning up the left behind scraps. Practically 1 hour of sleep in the last like..." Error starts counting on his fingers.

"Week? Yeah. 1 hour of sleep in the last week." Geno and Fresh both share a look of fear, panic, and dismay.

"Error..." Geno starts.

"That is unradically unhealthy, brah." Fresh, obviously, ends. Error shrugs.

"Can't ignore the voices." Confusion takes over the faces of Fresh and Geno.

"Voices?"