“I know you’re there! You’re those voices that Error hears, right?!” Fresh yells into the abyss: he hadn’t been alright since discovering the existence of creators; he wasn’t sure he ever would be. How could he survive when these things could just wipe him out in a second? “Y-you want to be entertained by me, right? THATS WHY YOU’RE TALKING TO ME NOW. Right???” He yells, before begging. “Please, I’ll do anything you want to keep you entertained, just PLEASE,” a breath.

“Don’t kill me.”