"Just look at you two! You're so cute all snuggled up in your sleep! Like PUPPIES! You know, before you almost killed me. It's my fault, really. I'm the one who didn't check the volume before snapping a photo," Blue said. His voice was friendly, but his intentions were anything but.

In reality, the two looked less like puppies and more like lovers. They laid completely wrapped in each other's arms, fitting together perfectly like two pieces of the same puzzle. Edge looked tranquil with a light pinkish color across his cheekbones. Sci's face was hidden by Edge's jacket, but they assumed he looked the same.

Edge stared at the photo, looking completely paralyzed. It looked as though he was having trouble processing what he was seeing. Sci would have died to get some hint as to what was going through his head.

"THIS CAN'T- I DIDN'T- DID I-?!" Edge stammered "IS THIS PHOTOSHOPPED?!"

Fresh appeared behind him with a flash of neon lights and crappy 90's prints.

"'Fraid not, my dawg! Your lil snugglebud was rockin' some sintastic pheromone chalone last night and-"

Sci covered his mouth with both hands in a panic.

"SHUT. UP."

"Phero- what?!" Edge echoed in confusion.

Lucky for Sci, he had no idea what that meant. What the hell did Fresh think he was doing?! He just meant to admit what had happened, not that he liked him.

Fresh licked Sci's hand without hesitation.

"EW! WHAT THE-?!"

Sci recoiled in disgust. Just as planned.

"AND YOU RESPONDED LIKE FLY TO A PORCHLIGHT, MY MAN," Fresh continued yelling at Edge at full volume as though he was never interrupted in the first place.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN SAYING?!" Edge yelled. It was clear that his mind was racing.

Sci flinched.

"Wait! He what?!"

"You heard me, brah! HE DIGS YA BACK!"

Suddenly both Sci and Edge were yelling at once.

"WAIT, WHAT?!"

"'BACK'?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'BACK'?!"

Blue bounced excitedly. Stars sparkled in his eyes.

"Aw! Listen to them, Fresh! I'm feeling like a real cupid today!"

Sci couldn't believe what he was hearing. Were they lying to toy with his emotions?!

"WHAT KIND OF SICK GAME IS THIS?!" He yelled.

"WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST MIND YOUR OWN DAMN BUSINESS?!" Edge roared over Sci. Neither heard the other.

Edge reached for Blue's phone. Blue dodge effortlessly, his face smug.

"GIVE ME THE GODDAMN PHONE!" Edge demanded.

"Sorry! No can do!"

"DELETE THE PICTURE. NOW."

"But it's so perfect! Deleting something this cute would be a crime."

Edge reached again, but Blue rolled out of dodge. He lunged for him several times, but Blue always managed to slip away without fail. However, each time he managed to get a little closer than the last. Sci watched with wide eye sockets. It was like watching a ballerina fight a kickboxer.

"What's going on in there?!" He heard a voice yell from the kitchen.

"Nothing to see here. Sit back down!" said Error.

At last, Edge nearly caught him. Blue put everything he had into flipping as far away as he could. As he he leaped into the air, Edge's hand missed by just half an inch. Blue landed on one knee in the middle of the room, slightly out of breath. Frustrated, Edge took a hold of his soul and jerked him into the air. Blue winced as he roughly pulled him closer. Just as Edge was about to grab the phone from his hand, Blue tossed it over his shoulder. Fresh caught it in the air and smirked.

"Sorry, brosiff! No dice."

He turned on his heels. Sci raised a wall of bones from the ground just inches from his face. Before he could bolt for another door, Sci blocked the other exits. He took a step forward, readying himself to tackle him to the ground and pry the phone out of his hands by force.

"Didn't you hear what you're vertebro said earlier?" Fresh asked icily.

Sci froze in his tracks. The neon abomination took off his glasses and slowly turned to face him. Violet magic began to spill from the inky blackness of his eye sockets. The shattered soul of his host glowed vibrantly.

"TAKE ANOTHER STEP. I DARE YOU."

Though his smile remained, Sci could tell that he was pissed. When Fresh drops his dated slang, you know things are getting serious. He glanced down to see that his thumb was hovering over the phone. Fresh stared him down for a few long seconds. Sci didn't dare move. After a while, Fresh chuckled and put his glasses back over his nightmarish face.

"See, Edgebro? Scidawg's a real fly dawg- always makin' fresh choices like knowing when he's been beat. He could hella teach you a thing or two! Now quit goin' postal and drop our president before it gets messy all up in here."

Sci looked over at Edge. Edge had always had a short fuse. He was almost always angry on some level, even when he seemed content. But now he was absolutely seething. Sci had never seen him so angry in his life. He ignored Fresh. His eye pierced into Blue's like a razor.

"Fine! Don't put me down. It's fun floatin' up here anyway."

Blue kicked his legs like a child on a swing.

"I guess this means that you wouldn't mind us sharing that picture, right?"

"All I gotta do is hit send to give everyone the 411, yo!"

"But if you're okay with that, by all means! Throw me around!

Sci could see the restraint in Edge's expression. If it wasn't for that trump card, he would be slamming Blue into the wall repeatedly until he was nothing but dust. After glaring at Blue for a while, considering his options, he met Sci's eyes. Sci make a small jump at the sudden attention. A wave of electricity washed through him. His first instinct was to avert his gaze, but he refused. Edge made a purposeful glance to his left. Sci followed his eyes over to Fresh, or more specifically, the phone in his hand. Their eyes met once more, and Sci gave a minuscule nod in understanding. Edge looked back up at Blue, who was finally beginning to look nervous.

"Uhh...Edge?" Blue said.

"Forreal, you need to take a chill pill," Fresh added.

He didn't respond. Instead he held his position. Sci waited uneasily for some sort of sign. He hoped he would know it when he saw it.

They waited.

"Should I..?" Fresh asked.

"No. Not yet," Blue answered.

"Imma do it, brosiff."

"I said not yet!"

Then it happened. Edge blinked, and his eyes went dark. Sci turned and leapt at Fresh. Edge phased out of reality, leaving Blue in a heap on the ground. He reappeared beside Fresh on the opposite side. Together, he and Sci had him surrounded. Just seconds before they could forcefully tear the device from his hands, he faded away. Sci slammed into the wall he had created. He turned back to see Edge catching his balance.

"SHIT!" He growled, enraged.

"HA! Can't touch this," Fresh responded.

They whipped around to see Fresh and Blue standing side by side across the room.

"So what do ya say, Presidizzle? Are we lettin' the masses know what's up?"

"Naw, they don't deserve it yet. They're just overwhelmed, is all."

"Aw, what a buzzkill…"

"Let's just give them some space."

"Aiight, whatever you say, B. Let's dip."

Fresh took Blue's hand. Their edges began to flicker. Edge rushed towards them, screaming as though he were charging into battle. Of course, they disappeared before he could even touch them. He fell to his knees and pounded his fist onto the ground. He happened to land on a long blue body pillow that someone had left in the floor. Neither of them knew whose it was. Edge didn't care. He dug his sharp, clawlike finger tips into it and tore out a handful after handful of shredded fabric and white fluff. Bits of pillow went flying in all directions. Even when Sci thought it was completely destroyed, he kept rabidly tearing at its shredded remains. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he was imagining in his head. After awhile, he stopped and just stared down at the ground, still breathing hard from the adrenaline high.

Sci approached him slowly. With each step, his better judgement begged him to reconsider. Hope pulled him forward; Whether it was hope that Edge hadn't forsaken him or hope that he might destroy him, he wasn't sure. He made a wide circle around his seething friend and stopped in front of him. He extended a hand to help him to his feet.

When Edge looked up, he jerked. With his free hand, Sci adjusted his glasses. Edge was so enwrapped in his thoughts that he didn't see him approach. There was no way to predict how Edge might react. But to Sci's surprise, he took his hand. As he pulled Edge to his feet, a familiar staticy sensation washed over him. Hand in hand, the two flickered, then faded away completely.