p style="text-align: center;"(Underground)/p
p style="text-align: left;"Sans limped through Snowdin, grey ash-like snow was trailed behind him. The town was dead-silent. Wind somehow blew through out the caverns (don't ask), snow piled up in front of houses as the breeze shoved it out of the way of Sans. Tears dripped down his skull, why you ask? He was going to kill his brother, not out of will, but out of force. Sans' smile was forced, his left eye flashed neon blue and yellow, his other eye, was black like stale blood, both of his eye sockets were rimmed with tears. His bones were covered in green snake-like vines, they weaved through his arms and legs, his ribs were tangled up in the plant, they hung down like ropes, and at the center of all the messy green serpents, was a flower./p
p style="text-align: left;"It smiled a deathly smile, its eyes were thin as needles, petals cupped over something, a soul, Sans' soul. Now, Sans wasn't killing because he wanted to live, no no! He was being controlled by the flower, lies told of memories, or were they lies? The flower smirked, chuckling, "Golly Sans, where d'ya think were going?" "Just kill me already Flowey." Sans cried, tears dripped down his bony chin, his sweater wet from the tears. He knew his brother was going to die, and by his own hands. "Why would I kill you Sansy? Then I wouldn't have a toy~" Flowey glared at Sans' soul, it glowed white, he envied it. He wanted to grab Sans' soul, and take it for his own, for he had none. "I know you can reset, so just do it already."/p
p style="text-align: left;"Sans' smile started fading, as Flowey forced it less and less. He felt something, but that's impossible, right? Flowey's soulless, so he can't feel... Yet he did. He was guilty for what he did, for killing them all countless times, using people to kill their loved ones just to see how scarred they get, how they break down into tears after murdering their beloved. Maybe the aura of Sans' soul made him feel guilty, but he would never know. He only had a shell of determination, sustaining him. "Sans..." Flowey drooped over his soul, it felt warm, like when you sit by the fire-pit and roast marshmallows. The Skeleton was silent as the town he was in. The flower's eyes watered, dripping on Sans' soul, causing him to jerk, "I'm going to reset, sorry for it all." *Menu, Reset*/p