Cruel Kindness An Overgrowth One-Shot (Flowerfell AU)
Mount Ebott 201X. One year after Frisk died. One year since the girl sacrificed herself for monsters. Giving up her life for their freedom. One lone gravestone standing in a bed of golden flowers. Just like the flowers that killed her. Beautiful but deadly. And removing her light from the world forever.
The golden flowers shifted as a weight settled down on them. As usual. The same time everyday. A single red drop of liquid landed on a flower, vanishing as soon as it hit the flower's spongy center. "Hey, sweetheart….flower you today?" No response. There never would be one. It was always the same. No matter how many times he returned, again and again. The golden save file necklace dangled from his neck, reminding him of all the times he Flowey, and Frisk had awoken next to one of the glowing, golden lights.
When Frisk was still alive.
She no longer had the ability to reset. She survived Toriel's flames, Papyrus's bone attacks, Unyne's spears...even his own gaster blasters. But even her save files couldn't rescue her from the flowers that had consumed her body.
The tears fell faster, as they rolled off of Sans's bone smooth cheeks. He used to cry a lot, the first few weeks after her death. Lately, he would just visit the grave and sit in front of the stone, staring at it sadly before leaving. It was his place. The place he came to check on everyday. He didn't know why tears came now.
He didn't know why they came at all.
It was funny, really. Just not in a humorous way. More in the cruelly ironic way. Frisk, the human he killed over and over and over. The one he wished death upon so much had become his friend. His first friend.
And then, when he had finally come to realize just how much she meant to him... she had died in his arms. And they were so close to breaking the barrier together.
It was funny. In a cruelly ironic way.