A/N: Hey. Okay, I know I said I won't write anymore stories, but this just seems... so different. I'm never writing another Smash Bros fanfic, so please don't ruin this for me. It cost me a lot to fix my computer... Let's get into the story!
Dark.Darker.
Yet darker.
The darkness keeps growing.
Shadows cutting deeper.
Photon readings negative.
This next experiment seems
very
very
interesting.
What do you two think?
These words spiraled around Sans the Skeleton's mind as he walked around in small circles on the snow covered ground, making patterns of dirt and pebbles.
He hated the day that humans called "Christmas." There was nothing holy about it. All they did was buy some presents, give them to people, and then grumble about it because all you got was a half eaten bar of deodorant and a piece of stinky and moldy cheese.
Frisk seemed to like it, though. You couldn't blame her.All the monsters that were now living on the surface gave her really good stuff, compared to moldy cheese.
The reason that Sans got so lousy presents were because he was a skeleton, and he was "scary and mean" and "occasionally makes threats."
Ha ha. Very funny, Chara.
But his brother would never forget him. He used to give him lots of ketchup bottles, the ones with artificial flavor.
'Exactly. "Used" to,' Sans thought, glaring at some passerbys who were turning heads.
These people would never understand. Might as well talk to a weed.
"Maybe I will talk to a weed," he said aloud, causing more people to glance back then hurry forward to get on with their Christmas shopping.
These days Sans was getting more lonely. Frisk was busy with ambassador stuff, Toriel with being a parent, and Asgore with politics. And Papyrus? Better not say right now.
The other monsters were busy, too. Either of rebuilding their homes, winter training, spring training, any training, they all didn't have time to talk.
So he decided to talk to a weed. Simple.
Now, don't start making that funny face, because it wasn't an ordinary weed. More of a flower.
By the name of Flowey.
