"FRISK! Frisk, please help me! Please! PLEASE!"
Flowey's screams were terrible, cutting Frisk right to the core. But she couldn't move, didn't dare try to.
"FRISK HE'S GONNA KILL ME! PLEASE, PLEASE HELP M—EARGH!"
"Y'know, you really got pretty petals for a weed," the low voice of Flowey's attacker growled, holding a single yellow petal between his finger and thumb. "And I hate things that look nice."
Frisk felt a tear slip free from the corner of her eye, tracing down her face. Flowey, her only friend, her only companion in this insane world of blood and horror and death, was at the mercy of one of her many enemies here. Probably the worst one of them all.
Sans.
The short skeleton held Flowey in one hand, his eyes gleaming malignantly as he eyed the petal he had just ripped off. His smile widened, his sharp golden tooth glinting in the faint light.
"Hey, I hear humans pull petals off of flowers to tell the future," he commented darkly, his vivid red gaze landing on Frisk's paralyzed form. "Shall we take a look and see if I'm gonna let you run before I kill you?"
Flowey's eyes widened and he stopped trying to suppress his tears as he began to yell again.
"Frisk! Run! Run now before he gets you! Go!"
Frisk gasped and took a step back only to see Sans' smirk widen. As his hand hovered over Flowey's remaining petals, something inside the young human snapped and she lunged forward.
"Leave him alone!" she cried, flinging herself at the skeleton's feet, sobbing. "Please...do what you want to me, but don't hurt Flowey...I'm begging you...hurt me instead."
All was silent aside from the sound of Frisk's crying. Suddenly, bony fingers wove into her short hair and she was dragged up off her feet. She ceased to make any noise—though she could not stop the tears because of the pain in her head—as Sans looked over her lazily, Flowey now held in place by red magic. The skeleton seemed to mull the idea over for several terribly long moments before a sickly grin spread across his skull.
"Hurt you?" he repeated slowly. "Oh, that's a tempting proposition sweetheart, but we both know once I kill ya we'll have to do this whole song and dance over again and...that does't appeal, y'know?"
Frisk swore she was about to pass out: Sans' grip was so tight...
"So hows about this?" he offered, leaning closer to the suffering human. "I let the weed live to die another day and you overwrite your current Save to right now so you can't break your promise. After that...you do as I say. Do we have a deal?"
Flowey was shaking his head violently. He would rather die here and now than know Frisk would be all but enslaved to Sans and used as his plaything. But Frisk's gentle heart wouldn't let her turn away and witness her friend's destruction. She managed—with great effort—to look her tormentor in the eye and managed a small nod.
"Excellent."
Flowey was dropped from the field of red magic and to the ground, looking on in horror as the skeleton dragged Frisk by the hair to the nearest save point. The human girl was sweating profusely, her mind racing as she tried not to picture all the terrible things that would be done to her. Sans took her hand and pressed it to the little yellow star and then hit the SAVE button that materialized. He then dropped the girl and loomed over her, grinning widely.
"Y'know sweetheart, I get the feeling that I'm gonna have a good time with you," he chuckled. "I'm gonna have a really good time."
A/N: Kay, so I don't think I'll be adding more to this since I just kinda scribbled it down when I was in a dark mood, but hey, who knows. But if I continue it'll probably be a series of oneshots since I don't really want to get into another fic at the moment, especially not a dark one. But hey, leave a review if you enjoyed!