The S.S (Sans vs Scarecrow) Mock Fight!

[Beta Ray Bill]

Doctor Crane glared into Sans’ soul, sneering. The master of fear clenched his fists and folded his arms, his muscles tensed, with every thought in his head swayed to malice. A breeze drifted through, blowing over Crane’s hood, irritating him.

“You are down right a simpleton who doesn't understand what he doing!” Scarecrow backed three paces, each step growing closer to the ledge of the building, glancing over the edge, to see several other buildings. “You want to play hero, then catch me!” Laughing he fell off the ledge.

Falling and flipping through the air like a circus acrobatic, Scarecrow gracefully landed on his feet, on to the next building, he braced himself. Laughing hysterically, he turned  to see Sans right beside him, smiling that infernal Smile. Crane curled both his hands into a ball, raising them to the level of his head. He screeched out in aggravation . Jonathan darted past the skeleton, shoving Sans into the rooftops grimy floor.

Scarecrow jumped and flipped to one building to the next. Feeling that he made enough ground, Doctor Crane placed himself on the rooftops floor, resting. Jonathan glanced beside him, his eyes widened, noticing an  antenna near a rooftop door, he gave a large smirk. Crane shuffled towards it, yanking out a spare coat, he placed it on the antenna, and silently backed into the shadows, and chuckled awaiting for the surprise.

Sans gracefully leaped from one rooftop to another, as if they were stare cases. Sans reached to a rooftop, noticing Scarecrow’s unmistakable coat. The Skeleton raised his boney fingers, his grin grew larger than normal. He rushed in after what seemed to be Scarecrow. The skeleton fell to the ground. Pulling what he thought was Scarecrow, staring deep into the coat. Jonathan Crane leaped out of the shadows and crashed his fist hard into Sans spine.