Several agonizing minutes passed. Sci paced anxiously outside the door. He would've liked to listen in, but there was no way he could hear over the others' screaming. Finally, Edge emerged from the kitchen at a fox's pace, looking like he had just been interrogated by the royal guard.
"Well, this chat's been fan-fuckin-tastic, but I think I'm gonna bail before I spontaneously combust. BYE," he said as he shoved past Blue and his brother.
Sci expected him to stop in front of him, but instead he took his hand and kept going. All of the feelings he had shoved aside flooded back to him. Gravity seemed to loosen its grip on him.
"THERE. I did it. You happy now?!"
As Sci was pulled along behind him, he was hyper-aware of Edge's hand gripping his own.
"Extremely," Sci answered quietly.
Static washed over him. With one more step, their surroundings had changed completely. They were back in the attic. Alone.
Edge let go and started gathering his things, which he had laid in the floor a while ago. Sci adjusted his glasses, attempting to regain his composure.
"What are you waiting for?! We're done! We won! Let's ditch before they notice something's up!"
As Sci looked down at his things, something occurred to him. The more he thought about it, the more concerned he became. An EMP as strong as his destroyed the phone without a doubt. There was a still still a chance, though, that someone tech savvy could find a way to recover the files. It was extremely slim. In fact, the phone was probably so fried that the memory was wiped completely. But still… That wasn't a gamble he wanted to take. Not with his luck.
Suddenly something caught his eye. There was a box in the back of the room that was surprisingly dust free. The outside was decorated in bright shades of red and yellow in a blastlike pattern. The top was ripped and left partially open. Sci recognized it as the remaining fireworks that Geno had taken away from Error. A smile crept across his face.
Edge looked up to say something, but stopped when he noticed the evil glint in his eye. He abandoned what he was doing and got to his feet.
"What'chu planning, Nerd? You're smilin' like Satan in a lab coat," Edge said. His golden tooth caught the light as he smirked.
Sci chuckled.
"Well, we got rid of the metaphorical gun to our heads…"
Sci walked over and picked up the box. Edge's face lit up.
"How about a little revenge?"
Edge looked down at the box and then back up at Sci. There was a hint of adoration in his wicked smile. He seemed strained somehow, as if he was holding something back.
"See, this is why we get along so well."
