It was a bright and sunny day when Sans woke up to sound of a smoke alarm. Realizing that Frisk had reset, he threw on his cloths and groggily heads downstairs to turn off the smoke alarm. Once again, Papyrus had accidentally caught his scarf on fire.
"NYEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" was now forever going to be the first words heard in Sans' reset mornings. Sans sighed, and splashed water on the scarf, removing it from the premises . Sans quickly took a shortcut to his normal hiding place, but was quickly surprised by Flowey.
He lashed out and hit Sans with an unknown magic, making Sans feel weird, and faint. When he woke up, he couldn't stand up. He looked down, and couldn't see his body. "AHHHHHHhhhhhhhh...?" He screamed, confused. That wasn't his voice. It was Flowey's! What'd he do now?
"hahahaha... confused aren't you, sans?" Said Sans' body. "i've switched or souls, or lack thereof." Stated FloweySans. "well, I've got a human to meet. see you in a long while, flowey." He laughed. He walked away, smirking in his luck.
Holy crap, SansFlowey thought. He could still shortcut and use magic, but he was stuck in Flowey's body. He hoped this would only be temporary.
_70 Years Later_
Frisk never believed him in their long life. Now SansFlowey was in an exhibit in the Overworld. SansFlowey had grown quite depressed, and his only entertainment was the news channel on his TV, which was in a wall.
His eyes widened as a new story came on. Frisk was finally on his death bed. A timer was in the corner, counting down the seconds before his death.
30... He looked out the window and saw FloweySans sprinting toward him from the park gate.
20... He was a third here. He must have to do the magic again.
10... Only a third away.
5... "You're gonna have a bad time Flowey."
0... The world was enveloped in white light just before Flowey could attack.
Depending on opinion, this might become a thing. We'll see! Thanks for reading, and (maybe) see you next chapter!