Immediately, his face dropped from a bright smile, to a stunned look. He didn’t know what to say, or how to react. The last thing he thought was that Error would actually hurt you over a joke, especially one that was his fault.

Oh..funk. Brah, are yah-..yah alright? I gotcha. Don’t worry broseph.

Quickly rushing to your side, Fresh started to pull the bones out of your body, wincing a bit as he saw the blood stain through your clothes. As he did so, he started to dial 911, begging quietly.