Fresh's Magic

Fresh was sitting alone in his room, trying to focus on his Pokemon game. That would normally be easy for him, as Geno was in the Hospital again and Error in his room with ink, but he found his attention drawn to one of the dimensional windows that had recently opened up. It wasn't the fact that there was a dimensional window, no his house had many of these that he could see (and sometimes fall into) because of his magic type, but due to the person it seemed to be following. Namely an adult version of his friend Decans.

He settled his game on the floor with a sigh, curiosity and want for knowledge winning out and making him sit down next to the dimensional window, close but not touching (it might one of those he could fall through and he really didn't wish to test it out, at least not yet. If it was he would fall though eventually anyways).

The scene that played out in front of him was situated in a golden hallway that he had seen at least a few dozen times in other windows. Only two people were present, Decans and a human child with glowing red eyes and a creepy smile. They entered a fight, Decans eyes glowed yellow as he sent bones and blasters their way, the child evading with practiced ease and barely getting nicked by one of the bones that sprung forth where they had just jumped to to dodge the first onslaught. It was like a dance, dodge,doge, get nicked, slash, dodge blasters, repeat. Eventually the child tired and slowed, getting hit more and more until they couldn't dodge and got a bone right though the chest with more to follow. The bones disappeared and the body fell to the floor, the world resetting just before it hit the ground. The window went black, white and then gold as the image of before reloaded itself.

Fresh just blinked, he had never seen a reset before (though he knew they existed).

The scene that played out in front of him was similar, but this time the child didn't get nicked, they dodged flawlessly and got closer and closer to Decans while exerting as small an amount of energy as possible. They slashed at him and Decans took too much time trying to dodge. The sound was sickening, a low crunch of his already fragile bones, red marrow seeping out of the cut and onto the golden tiles.

Fresh felt an odd pang in his chest as Decans slowly turned to dust.

The window faded to black then white then gold, the scene reloaded. Decans died again.

As the scene reloaded a third time, Fresh slowly touched the window to see if it was open. It went against his morals to let the child bully Decans like this, killing him and reloading. The pain didn't seem to fade though as he started to clutch his chest where the cut was and that made it worse in Fresh's eyes. So before another fight could be triggered, Fresh went through the window, landing on his feet expertly even though the window was rather high up, and started rolling on his heelies.

"Wiggidy wiggidy what up brahs?"

He rolled around Decans, and came to a stop as he violently flinched away from him.

"Whoa brah, I'm all up 'n totes da nonagressive type. Whats all up n going on around here anyways?"

It was easy to see that Decans didn't believe him, if the vibrant yellow of his eyes was anything to go by. Fresh just shrugged and turned to the shaking child who looked at him with fear and disgust. Huh, both must have met his other self at some point it seems. They opened their mouth to answer but he beat them to it.

"Nah, dude. Dat's a rhetorical question. Now, it aint rad to bully people ya 'no. But i 'no a rad way ta help unrad bullys like ya. 'cause they're always hurtin' on the inside, so ya just gotta make em hurt worse on the outside~"

The child froze, eyes already darting around to find a way to escape. Decans was just shaking, eyes never leaving fresh.

"So if you don diddily darn want dat, i advice ya that ya quit killing little deccy brah over here only to reset and funking worsen his fragile condition even further."

With that both froze, but Fresh just rolled on his heelies back into the direction of the window.

"Welp, catch ya on the flip side"

he hopped back through the window, which became more solid. He couldn't go back in now, the passage closed it self, but he could still see what was happening. They fought, Decans died, the child went on. After some time the world resetted. They were at the beginning one more.

Fresh really hoped that what he did would help.