Six Skeletons and The Waitress

23. A good time**

Bonus/Special Chapter: We see Red's point of view in chapters 12 and 13.
This is *throws chapter* A SPECIAL CHAPTER THAT LOCE SO MUCH

Chapter 12.

"What the shit, Boss!?" Red shouted once they returned to an apartment (somewhere far from the mansion they shared with the other four. It was more of a 'escape' route.) Sans and Papyrus went back home.

Edge scoffed, shoving the key into the lock and pushed the door open after the audible click. Red stood at the doorway flabbergasted before angrily following Edge into the apartment.

"The lady's been through enough and ya had to go and add more shit on 'er list—" He abruptly shut his mouth as Edge whipped his skull to glare into his fuzzy red eyelights. The warning that radiated off his younger brother told him to shut up and accept what just happened. He was in no position to say anything against Edge's words.

He could feel his shoulders shake from the amount of pent up frustration. He loved his brother, yes, but there were times where Red had to let out all his frustration out about his actions and words.

Normally Red wouldn't give two shits about his brother's actions or words. He practically raised the prideful shit and seen what he has became. (The captain of the royal guard was a whole ass chapter he could write about.)

But this concerned you. It was obvious that you held yourself below other individuals. Hell, it was plain as day with the way you'd cower and hide away in your bedroom.

Maybe it was because he was a monster? He didn't know because you had barely accepted his invitation of becoming friends two nights ago. For some reason, he wanted you to be able to relax without whatever anxieties that hovered over your head... like grey rain clouds hovering over the earth.

"I MADE MY POINT. I SAID WHAT I THOUGHT." Edge snapped. "SHE IS WEAK AND PATHETICALLY SO."

Red gritted his teeth, a low growl came from him as he followed Edge into the kitchen. The cold tiles doing nothing against his untied sneakers as Edge brushed off his anger, that along made him more angry.

"Ya don't know shit!" Red shouted, the blobs of sweat gathered on his skull and he wiped it away. "Ya don't know shit about 'er and neither do I but it's plain as fucking day that something is wrong with 'er—for fucksakes Papyrus! We all saw 're cracked SOUL!"

Edge paused, tapping his chin as he carefully thought over his next few words. He lowered the glass pan to look over at Red, sockets widening slightly before going back to the default glare.

"OKAY. THAT IS TRUE BUT SHE COULD HAVE EASILY MANIPULATED YOU IMBECILES INTO GIVING HER PITY. HUMANS ARE FUCKING FANTASTIC LIKE THAT." Dripping with venom, Red paid no minds to his warning tone.

"Manipulation only works when ya 'ave the confidence. I—"

"I COULD HARDLY CARE WHAT YOU THINK. I FORBADE YOU FROM SEEING HER EVER AGAIN AND I EXPECT YOU TO FOLLOW IT."

Red growled threateningly as he could feel his magic flaring up and it was obvious Edge could feel it too. With the way he discarded his glass pan to turn and face him, he was waiting for an attack while casually leaning back with his arms crossed over his chest. Sharp sockets narrowing down on him.