"Just what are you up to, huh?"
You slide down to your seat against the wall, resting your arms over your knees and staring numbly at Flowey as he blocks the door to Snowdin.
"You've been through here hundreds of times, either to 'save' those garbage 'friends' of yours again, or to kill them all. And you've never hidden from her before!" The flower tilts his head, grinning at you, "Too ashamed to face your own mom?"
Swallowing, you look away from him and clench the fist you have wrapped around your stick. You left the knife and the ribbon where they were. You didn't want Toriel to notice a single thing out of place. Slipping past her hadn't been easy, but you managed. You'd tucked yourself away in the corner next to the door, silently continuing into the ruins when her back was to you. She had probably been on her way to visit Chara's grave.
"Are you gonna cry?" Flowey jeers at the sad expression on your face, "Are you gonna cry about it, like you always do over the dust of your murder victims? Go ahead! Maybe this time it will make the guilt go away!"
The sarcasm stings. You keep from flinching though. You'll let him say his piece. It might be the last time you ever have a conversation with the flower. It'd be mean to try and skip past it. Anyway...it wasn't like you didn't deserve to be reminded of all your sins.
"Stop ignoring me!" He shrieks, jolting you and causing you to lift your head up, staring at him, "Tell me what you're doing! You think you can surprise me?! Am I going to be a toy in this game of yours, too?!"
Quickly you shake your head, standing up and taking a step towards him.
"Don't come near me!" Flowey spits at you as he backs away, looking like a cornered animal, "Your LV is only at 1! I can still kill you!"
You stop, lifting your hands tiredly and taking a step back. He has every right to be suspicious of you, to be poised to kill. How many times have you killed him? How many times have you cut him to pieces...or was it really even you at that point?
The soulless creature glares at you silently for a full minute, watching your every twitch. A dark, unamused smile twists onto his expression after a while, and he relaxes a bit, "Eager to get going, huh? Well! Don't let me stop yah, best friend!" He moves out of the way of the door, watching as you approach it slowly, "Good luck with the trash bag - I'm sure he'll be just giddy to see you again!"
And with that final piece of subtle advice, the plant disappears into the ground.
You're shaking a bit as you slowly push open the giant door and step out into the ankle-deep snow, and it's not because of the cold. Sans...you know he's gotten so tired of playing along. There's no dust to be found on you this time, but you aren't so sure that would stop him from…
...well, you don't know. Killing you is obviously pointless, and so he probably wouldn't consider that an option. You have no idea what he would do if he found you here again. And that's far more terrifying than anticipating death, no matter how frequent or gruesome.
But you rushed through the ruins, fleeing from every fight to avoid wasting time and sprinting down the basement stairs before Toriel could even know you were ever there. You hope that this has given you enough of a head start that you can avoid both of the skeleton brothers. As much as you love them both (even though one of them hates you with all his life), you don't want them to have to get involved in what you're about to do. It's mostly Papyrus you want to protect. The last thing you want is for the poor monster to be haunted by guilt. He's too innocent to play a part in your plan.
Up ahead you can see the wide gate over the bridge. Just drawing near to it makes your spine stiffen in anticipation and dread. Even though you can no longer look any of your friends in the eye, Sans is the worst. You burn up like paper under the heat of his glare, and no matter how wide his smile, you can see the absolute hatred and fury in his eye sockets.
You no longer have to be standing in the Judgment Hall to feel your sins crawling up your back. You just have to glance at him, and you're reminded of every last kill and RESET. You're reminded of just how dirty your hands are, and how irredeemable your SOUL is.
There's a slight gust of wind and you give a violent shiver as you stop in your tracks.
It's not the cold that makes you tremble.
" n...d o n ' l?"