Edge's Pov:
Edge stood furiously as he stared holes into the blob of black fabric, and red eyeliner that was dozing off in it's old, wooden station. What was this guy's problem?! He thought as he buried the heel of his foot deeper into the snow. Why couldn't he just LISTEN? The job wasn't that hard!
Edge took his fist and slammed it against the unstable wood of the old shed, and watched in halfhearted satisfaction as it rattled and creaked. He made a mental note to fix the damn thing later. It seemed like it could just collapse by even the most miniscule vibration of a single whisper. The skeleton known as his brother lazily popped open an eye, and gave him a carefree smile.
The taller skeleton took a moment to take in his brother's surprisingly calm composure. No, it wasn't uncommon, but it still wrung him with a strange feeling of bewilderment that seemed to linger through his skull whenever his train of thought experienced short a gap between his current tasks, and soon to do tasks. Why didn't he fucking care!?
"'Sup, boss?" Red hummed quietly as he let a soft sigh escape from his throat.
'Boss'... Edge hated it when the pint sized marshmallow called him that stupid name. Firstly, he never even considered listening to him, so it made no sense. Zip. Zero! NADA! NONE! And secondly, he had a certain sinking feeling that he was calling him that because it was simply easier to say than saying "Edge".
"You want to know what's "'Sup"? I'll tell you what's "'Sup"!" The taller skeleton burst," You FElL aslEEP aGAiN! I POsiTIonED YoU HeRe FOr a FuCkIng rEasON! A HUMaN COUld HAVe PASSeD!"
Red let out a sigh that, this time unlike the last, was far from relaxed, and sat up with his shoulders slumped over. Edge couldn't tell what had caused his droopy posture. He couldn't tell if it was from the stress of getting yelled at, the drowsiness of his nap, or just him not giving a damn about the situation, and it only infuriated him further.
"Why can't you stay awake for five minutes!?"
Red let an expression of internal conflict spread across his face as if he were considering saying something before he shook his head, and shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't know, bro. I've just been feeling bone tired."
Edge let his magic spark up in crimson flares around him. And those those stupid jokes. Hadn't he told him off about those jokes? He allowed his magic to form a solid, chalky bone as he forced it to build up until it was strong enough to form a strong release, causing the bone to drive itself into the supportive beam of the wooden barn. He watched stiffly as the rotting thing snapped, and collapsed on top of his useless excuse of a brother. That ought to teach him a lesson…
The taller skeleton eyed the pile of rubbish expecting his brother to burst out, but nothing happened… Okay? He was just taking his time? He continued to examine the large pile of decaying lumber, but he didn't see even the slightest movement. He didn't… Dust him, did he? No, that's impossible! There's no way!
A wave of undeniable panic washed over him, but before he could rush to the pile and clear off the rubble, the old planks began to emit a mysterious red grow… Well, it would be mysterious if he didn't know where it was coming from. That damn drama queen. When he was done throwing his silent pity party over there he was going to kick his a-
The pile of lumber erupted, spraying razor sharp splinters throughout the area, piercing the pure, white snow, and penetrating thick layers of bone. Edge couldn't help but to let out a high pitched yelp, both in surprise, and in pain. What the fuck!? Before he could address his new injuries a four foot bone shot past him, missing his face by mere inches. Fine. If he wanted to fight; they would fight. It's not like they haven't before.
Sans' Pov:
Sans stepped out of the portal that Ink had graciously provided for him, and immediately recognized the cold, tingling sensation of snow seeping through his old slippers… He should really buy some new shoes, but… Eh. It wasn't that important to the point where he actually needed to do something about it. He took a moment to take in the eerie feel of the exit to Underfell's ruins, before Ink popped out of a separate portal that quickly closed behind him just like his had.
"Alright, here we are, Sans," The artist announced," You guys'll be fine while I go check up on this world's flowey, right? He wasn't doing all too well last time I checked on him, and I just wanted to be sure-"
"Shut up," groaned flowey, who was sticking his head out of the sleeve of Sans' coat," You just love the sound of your own voice don't you? Just go."
Then the flower slipped back into the sleeve, and began to crawl around in the blue coated skeleton's chest, and continued to allow his vines to find more space to cling to. This caused Sans to hold back a laugh, because the feeling of the vines moving around in there really did tickle a bit.
Ink seemed to be torn between saying something in reply to Flowey's comment, a taking off in a run, but quickly chose the second option, and was gone in a flash. The blue coated skeleton was planning on making a pun about the artists speed, and maybe the cold whether, but before he could figure one his thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of vines squirming their way up his ribs, while they wrapped itself around his neckbone.
Again, Sans had to refrain from laughing, because damn that really did tickle!
"Umm," He started as the laughter presented itself in his voice," What are you doing?"
"Oh nothing much," Flowey fake-Mused," Just tying- I mean trying something."
For a moment, the skeleton thought about how weird the flower's voice sounded when it echoed against his bones, but the tickiling soon cought his attention again. It seemed that the vines were going… Higher? The vines suddenly tightened around his neckbone with an alarming amount of pressure that sent a short electrical current of apprehension through him, but he quickly reminded himself that all was well.
"I think you're forgetting that I'm a skeleton, and no matter how hard you try, there's no way that you can choke me." Sans stated in a matter-of-factly way.
Flowey mumbled something about "Stupid logic" and, "Idiotic skeletons" but retreated his failed attack, and continued to tangle himself up in his ribcage. Sans didn't comment anymore after that, nor did Flowey, so the blue coated skeleton started his way to Snowdin. Right as he stepped foot on the rickety bridge, that would hopefully allow him to get to the other side without collapsing, he heard yelling, and from what he could tell it was quite some shouting match…. A one sided shouting match?
He didn't have much trouble identifying the voice that was yelling at the highest frequency that it could reach, and it belonged to none other than Edge. This caused Sans to wonder if he was screaming at Red. In all honesty, Sans had actually asked Ink bring him here in the first place, so that he could check up on Red. The last time that he'd talked to the black coated skeleton he really wasn't doing so hot… He had even vented to Sans about his thoughts of suicide… And they sounded… pretty promising… But if he could here Edge screaming, then that meant that Red was alive and well, which was a relief.
As if sensing Sans' change in thought, Flowey popped his head up out of the collar of his coat, and asked, his voice lathered in venom, "What are you thinking about!"
Sans, who was slightly taken aback, confused, and even a little frightened by the flowers sudden burst, merely shrugged, and replied,
"Nothing really. What made ya ask?"
Flowey gave him a dull look as one of his pedals twitched… Huh wierd. He wondered what it meant when one of a flowers, or more specifically, what it meant when one of Flowey's petals twitched, but he decided to just ask later if he remembered.
"When I was spreading out earlier, you squirmed in misery. I was just wondering what you were thinking that was so important to cut in from me enjoying your miserable squirming, Trash Bag."
Sans wanted to to tell Flowey that he hadn't been squirming in misery, but instead had been squirming because it tickled him, but he decided to let him think otherwise, so he wouldn't have to deal with an angry- or what I should say is angrier Flowey for the rest of the trip. He was already pretty upset from being forced to go on this little errand, but Frisk had insisted nevertheless. She'd said something about it being good for him to get out of the house every now and then, or whatever.
"Fine," The pesky flower grumbled," It's not like I cared," and then disappeared back into the neck of his coat.
After Sans has safely crossed the old bridge, and passed the first work station, starting for the next old work post, where it seemed that all the yelling was coming from. He rolled his eyes, and kept forward. It shouldn't be long now. He trudged along a few more feet, and heard the ear bursting sound of an explosion, and shattering wood. That… couldn't be good… After a while of moving a little bit faster he came up upon the scene of the crime.
The snow that had been a perfect, white blanket spread across the ground was now decorated with a million of different sized pieces of shattered wood. The tree's had been pierced with what seemed to be new, ragged branches, while all that remained of the work post that had been here was a small crater with an absence of snow that looked like it had been melted, but the water that should remain there was nonexistent. In the middle of it all was a heated battle between two skeletons. One tall, and wearing a black and red battle body, and the other short, and wearing a black coat, a deep red turtleneck, black, knee length shorts, and red sneakers.
Sans stood in mild confusion as he watched the two shoot magical attacks back and forth, along with trash talk, and insults. No, walking up on a scene like this was not unusual when it came down to Edge and Red, but it still didn't change the fact that Sans didn't know what to do in this situation. Should he intervene? Should he try to stop it? Should he make his presence known? Should he stand here quietly? Should he leave? What was he supposed to do?
Before he could think much further on what his action were going to be Flowey popped back out of his coat collar, and asked,
"Hey? Why'd we-..."
After Flowey caught a glimpse of the scene that was playing in front of them he grew silent, but only for a single God blessed moment before he opened his mouth again and said,
"Oh... A fight. That's great! Maybe someone'll finally die!"
This brought a spark of infuriation into the blue coated skeleton, but he pushed it back down to the furnace that it had jumped out of… Just this once… Just this once… He turned his attention back to the fight in front of him, and started to keep track of their movements. Edge shot a bone, and it missed his brother by inches.
"Hah," Red taunted loudly," Figures. You've always been a bad shot."
In response to the black coated skeleton's retort, the taller skeleton spiralled another large bone in his brother's direction.
Pfft simple, thought Sans, he's just going to dodge it… But as soon as it got within two feet of Red the one bone split into six, and right when they made impact, with several defining cracks, there was a large grey explosion in place of where Red had been standing. Right where the shorter, black coated skeleton had been standing seconds before there was nothing left other than thick, dark grey vapor.
Sans was utterly frozen in a complete state of shock, and before his brain could even process what that had even happened he'd already thrown himself into battle. How. Dare. He… How! Fucking! Dare! HE!