How my peeps doing?

Author: Fresh quit saying that. Get with the program.

Fresh: Nah, I'm fine perfectly fine.

Author: Not perfectly...

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Error sat in his room happily playing with his puppets and brother. The past week had been great but Nightmare had almost gotten a hold of Error when he was unsupervised. Fresh starting attacking his brother with puppets making Error laugh. The Skelebros has gotten used the Fresh's presence... then again they don't like being near him.

"Error, lunch is ready!"

Fresh and Error stopped having a tickle fest and raced each other down stairs. "I'm gonna win! I'm gonna win!~" Error sang rushing down the stairs as Erry tried his best to keep up. Erry had been asking Fresh to sing to him every night, like they did as kids. Fresh was a somewhat humble person while his brother played babysitter. It wasn't easy being a parent and brother at the same time. Error sat down beside his father stuffing mini tacos in his mouth. They didn't trust him with anything messy.

The door slammed open hitting the wall causing the doorknob to come off at the impact. "Blueberry, you are not going to believe this!" Cross stood in the doorway of the kitchen with a big smile on his face. "What?" He asked slowly getting out of his chair. "I got the cure."

They had been looking for a way to change Error back, but even if they did he'd still have that scar and he'd still have amnesia. (Poor little Error. BIG HUG!). Blueberry looked over at his son and sighed. "You sure it will work?" Cross looked behind him as everyone was staring at the bottle his hand. "Wellllp, Underswap Undyne said it would make him older... let's just hope it's not his teen years." Cross cringed. He met Erry when he was sixteen and it was admittedly awful how he acted. Ink shivered at the memories of Erry's outbreaks. Blueberry looked over at his son and smiled down at his adorable face one more time. Error looked up at his daddy and smiled brightly with tacos ingredients all over his face. Blueberry giggled before taking the bottle from Cross and holding it in front of Error. "What is it?" Error asked tilting his head to the side. "This is going to make you better, baby. All you have to do is drink it and then go to bed." Blueberry explained best he could to a five year old. He thought he was failing till Error started nodding his head not even thinking of the consequences. "Well okay then, make sure you drink all of it." Blueberry  said tipping it into Error's mouth as he started sipping it. Blueberry felt a heavy sorrowful vibe fill his chest. It hurt the more he raised his arm, but he knew it was for the best. Error swallowed and coughed. "It tastes weird." Error said flicking his tongues. Cross gagged but covered his mouth before anything happened. "Now we need to get you to bed." Blueberry said sighing. "Oh, can Uncle Blue read me a story he does the cool blue flames thing." Error said pulling on Blues fingers like a toy. Blue felt his face heat up as he was supposedly being pulled by a child. Blueberry smiled waving Blue to take Error upstairs. Erry was asleep on the floor until the kids distance between the two was too far and Erry was dragged up the stairs.

'Why of all people?'

He muttered as he stood and started to catch up to the the two walking up the stairs.  

Blue got Error's favorite book as Fresh teleported into the room and was hugged by Erry who would only touch Fresh and the child version of him. Again, Fresh sang and Blue read. The same thing every night. Eventually, Error fell asleep and Erry was cuddled close to his brother. Fresh had also fallen asleep. Blue was asleep with a book on his face.

Nightmare was outside the window and couldn't help but take a picture. He left, after being there for over two hours, he had gotten what he wanted. All he had to do was get rid of these monsters and he knew just the skeleton to do it.

-tem skip-

Blue woke up to a gentle nudge in his arm. "Uncle Blue come on, Fresh won't get up." The voice was older and husky like. His eyes shot open as he quickly sat up. There on the bed side was a black skeleton in a white t-shirt, grey sweat pants, and a black torn scarf. It kinda matched. "Error? How old are you?" Blue sat himself up in a comfortable position and studied the older Error. "I think I'm twelve or thirteen." He said tapping his chin. "Oh, and Fresh refuses to get up." Error said pointing to his older brother. Blue sighed pushing Fresh off the bed. Error covered his mouth to keep from laughing and it turned into snorting. "Ouch." Error teased.

He was a teen, or at least close to one. He hopefully will be better than what he was before. After-all, he's who everybody hoped he wouldn't be.