a/n: i SERIOUSLY want to see the aforementioned fight between sans and flowey.

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i would leave but i'm not flowey

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Flowey and Sans. A fearful duo. A polar opposite. Yet they're probably the only ones who can understand each other. If worse come to worst, they're the only ones who can understand it. In the past, after Flowey had exhausted every script in the game, being genocidal was the only option he could think of doing. But, then, there was this asshole. Sans. Sans the skeleton.

"heya, flower."

"What do you want, weirdo?"

"that expression... it's the sixteenth. aren'tcha tired of this?" Sans's face was unchanging. It's like that idiotic grin is the only expression he learnt to have.

Flowey snorted at his dumb question. "If you're so afraid of me, why don't you just give up and let me kill that old slob Asgore?"

"... then what?" The skeleton asked, catching the soulless flower off guard. "after you killed the king, what will happen after that?" OK, this was new. That was why he liked to 'explore' his world. Heh, sixteen resets finally showing a sign of fruition.

At last, Flowey answered with his usual sassy tone. "How would I know, idiot. You've been a hindrance from seeing what happens next."

"heh, true that." Sans shrugged nonchalantly, before thinking of what he was doing there in the first place. World destruction, as ugly as it sounded, would benefit him, too. For example, he wouldn't need to keep guessing who the anomaly in the space-time continuum that keep turning his effort to zero was, before finding out it was a soulless flower, then ultimately killing the prince of monsters' kingdom. And who said repetition made it any easier? "then, prince... Isn't it about time you abort this path already?"

A snicker from the flower, before horrific teeth began gushing out in his mouth, revealing pitch black. "How about YOU step down? Or... or maybe WE can see this end together?" Mental threats dripping from his fangs.

However, his cute antics got Sans actually laughing at him. "no can do, plant. you do you, but i won't put sans and 'f-f-phloey' together as together."

F-F-Phloey?! Ohhh. "You think you're real funny, don't you?"

"i'm confident in my name."

If Flowey had a hand, he would make an epic facepalm at that lame joke. "Hmph, don't cry to me later, wacko."

Okay, here goes the sweet seventeen. "get dunked on, weed."

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a/n: sorry, just had to put these drabbles out of my system.

so, any thoughts?

02/12/2019 ~oceanole