Warning: If you're squeamish and easily disturbed, then I suggest leaving.

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"Wait, what?! Did I miss something?"

Fresh waves his arms, trying to get your attention which wasn't working. You wrap your favorite colored scarf around your neck and pat down your clothes to make sure you were good to go.

"Are you with me or not?" You ask, spinning around to face Fresh who was currently having a heart attack.

He stops flailing, dropping his arms and getting really quiet. He didn't know if he was super proud or super terrified at what he's done to you. All he knows, that even if he's with you or not, you're still going through with it. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing. You two would have just a bit more in common... but who is he kidding? That's not exactly a good thing.

"Yeah. I'm with you, lil' homie." He punches your cheek lightly.

You grin, standing on your tippy toes to give his cheek a kiss. He blushes, looking away while you shuffle around the bedroom hoping you didn't miss anything.

"I think I'm ready!" You cheer, clapping your hands together.

"Whoa, already? I think you've been to flippin' excited, broski."

"Too excited? How are you not?" You rush out of the room, not even looking back at Fresh who couldn't contain a smile. You waited by the door patiently, hoping Fresh would hurry his boney butt up. It's not everyday you get a change like this.

"I'm coming I'm coming! Don't get your panties in a wad..." He comes running from the room with his skateboard under one arm.

When he walks through the door, you take one last glance at your home. Man, were you going to not miss the place. I mean, you were a little sad because this is where you met Fresh for the first time, but everything else was just memories. Your lips tip into a lopsided smirk as you pull the door closed and lock it for the last time. Fresh puts a hand on your shoulder, snapping you from your thoughts.

"Let's go, lil' homie."

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Fresh skates down the sidewalk with a gigantic smile, looking like he enjoyed being outside for once. It was a really cold winter day so you didn't enjoy it as much. You didn't have a car, so you had to walk everywhere which sucked. You cling to yourself to keep in warmth, mumbling cuss words under your breath.

"Yo, we do not use that uncool language around here, missy!" Fresh scolds, waving his finger around.

"I think you need to take a... chill pill." He giggles uncontrollably.

You roll your eyes, hiding the smile creeping up your face into the fluffy scarf you have tied around your neck.

After a while of walking, you both finally make it to your parents nice house. Fresh flips up his skateboard into his hand, inspecting the lovely looking home with the other hand on his chin. You step up to the door, reaching out your cold hand and knocking. Fresh sets down his skateboard by the door like a... gentleman? Your mom swings open the door and gasps.

"(Y/n)?"

You give a wave, faking a smile and hugging her close.

"Hi, Mom."

She hugs you back, but almost afraid to touch you. Fresh stood there with his arms crossed and eyes narrowing menacingly. She steps aside, telling you to come in. You gladly except the warmth, practically running inside. Your mom closes the door, leaving Fresh outside with a nasty scowl. He walks through the door like a ghost, seeing you looking around for him. He stomps over to your side, huffing to get your attention. You quirk an eyebrow at him, laughing under your breath.

"Anyway, Mom, Dad, I wanted to say goodbye one last time before I left."

The two share a look, then look back over to you with confusion. Fresh fuzzes up, starting to shake like a angry cat.

"What do you mean?" Your dad pipes up, making you shrug.

"I'm leaving this stupid town. I mean, who wouldn't? I have two terrible parents who don't give a crap about me, bullies who, in fact, have given me bruises, and I'm not even going to talk about me overbearing boss at work." You snap, making them both flinch. Including Fresh, but he wasn't even the one is trouble.

"Oh, and by the way, my friend doesn't like you either." You flip your hair, kicking you foot back as you walk to the bathroom.

"I'll be back."

Your parents both stand from the couch, looking furious. Fresh sees your dad going to the back where you were. He puts a hand on your dad's shoulder, keeping him from you.

You skip down the hallway, hearing your dad shout at Fresh who must've made himself visible to the rotten people. You step into the kitchen with a smile, spotting the knives over to the corner. You skip over, picking out the biggest one and pulling it from the knife holder. You open the utensil drawer, pulling out a fork and grinning evilly.

"Oh man, this is going to be so much fun." You mumble, racing back to the living room.

When you set foot in the living room, your dad was standing in front of your mom in a protective stance while Fresh glared with his glasses off. You hide the knife behind your back, walking over to join them.

"I see you guys have met Sans. This is the friend I was talking about." You chirp.

Fresh looks over to you, wondering why you used his real name. You wink, making him flush and glare back your parents.

"What is he?" Your mom asks with horror.

"My friendly average skeleton." You grin while you mom squeaks at Fresh's frightening glare.

"Well get him out!" Your dad shouts at your face.

Fresh growls making your dad scoot back. You chuckle darkly, getting up to your dad's face.

"Move."

He moves so you could get to your mom. Fresh keeps your dad away with his purple magic, heart eye flaring a dark black. You put a hand to your mom's face, giving a look of pure fake sympathy.

"You were always my least favorite." You whisper in her ear.

You whip out the knife from behind your back and stab her in her side. You put a hand over her mouth so no one could hear her screams as you twist the knife painfully slow and jerk it out. Blood splashes onto your trembling hand as she puts a hand to the wound.

"You guys were always so... mean to me. Well now I get my revenge for all those years I was left with a stupid drunk babysitter while you guys went to stupid parties."

You raise up the butt of your knife and hit your mom in the jaw, snapping it with brute force. Fresh swoons at how evil you looked, his right pin-prick turning into a star.

"Now look where that got you." You chuckle, grabbing your mom's broken jaw.

Tears run down her face at the unbelievable pain you were causing. You laugh, shoving the knife down her throat. You let her go after stabbing her in the tongue, throat, and neck multiple times. Blood hits your face as her neck gushes out a warm, crimson liquid. She lays on the ground mutilated and cut in little pieces, a puddle of blood surrounding her head and neck. Dropping the knife, you step over the chucks of skin that had been chopped or cut of, heading over to your terrified good for nothing father.

"So... Dad, how was that little show?" You ask, grabbing a fist full of his hair while Fresh kept him held down on his knees.

You glance at Fresh, giving a thankful smile, one he returned instantly. You look back down to your dad, lips pursing into a thin line.

"I want you to see I what I saw growing up, but since that isn't possible, how about you not see at all?" You take the fork out from your back pocket.

Fresh flinches a second time at seeing you plunge the fork into your dad's eyes twisting it multiple times before yanking it out with all your power. Fresh keeps your dad's mouth shut with a flick of his index finger, wanting to enjoy the scene without screaming. You drop the blood stained fork, looking down at it with a smile seeing the eyeball on the end. You look back at your dad, looking at the empty eye socket. You hum, holding up your thumb and jabbing it into your dad's other eye. You twist it out with your thumbnail, pulling it completely out with a hard jerk. You drop the eye, whipping your hand to the side, blood splattering all over the floor that wasn't already covered in a thick red liquid.

You breathe out, satisfied with what you've done. You don't remember how long you've wanted to do that. Maybe your whole life?

"I feel so much better." Your eyes scan over to an impressed looking Fresh.

"Can I finish him off?"

You nod your head, licking the blood off your lips. He walks over, grabbing both sides of your dad's head and snapping it easily. You gulp as your dad's body drops to the ground. Fresh sets his hands down on his hips, looking down at the mess you made.

You pluck the shades of Fresh's head, putting them on and smirking.

"Well, since we're done here... want to jump down a hole?"

Fresh smirks back, racing to the door. You follow after him, not even worried about the blood all over your hands and clothes. Let people see. You'll be gone in a little while anyway.

Fresh pats your head lovingly, a smile replacing his smirk.

"Yeah, let's leave this place, lil' homie."