Sans vomited into the toilet for the fifth time that week. It'd been nearly a month since his drunken escapade, and with no memory of the event, he blamed this on alcohol. Surprisingly, nothing had gone wrong, and the forgotten night was probably on Frisk's save file until the next reset. Great. He flushed and ran his teeth under the sink until the disgusting taste went away. A nap would be great, but someone was probably about to get him for breakfast any second now. A knock confirmed his predictions. He opened the bathroom door to the human, still in pajamas, mildly agitated.

"You took too long."

"I'm fine, kid" Sans shrugged. He might not be fine, but in all honesty he didn't really care.

"Take it easy, I guess." They pushed past him to use the bathroom. Fair enough, taking it easy was his favorite thing to do.

In the kitchen, Papyrus was hard at work. Or maybe Flowey was. With the flower perched on his shoulder, it was kinda hard to tell who was doing what. What mattered to most of the monsters in the house was that the food that they cooked was pretty darn good. Flowey joined a couple other plants in the table's centerpiece as breakfast was served. Pancakes, with various toppings. The group chatted about various work things and Frisk's school stuff. Toriel tossed a couple puns out before realizing Sans wasn't at the table. While Alphys not finishing her food was normal, what wasn't normal was Sans taking a single bite and leaving. Flowey deemed it suspicious. Taking advantage and the back and forth happening between Papyrus, Frisk and Toriel, Flowey slipped out of the scene.

He found Sans asleep in his laundry. Lazy bum. Flowey pokes him in the lower back. It's weirdly squishy. Probably laundry.

"Sans. Sans. Wake up. Sans. Hey Sans. People miss you out there." He only gets a groan in response. "Sans, are you sick?" Sans nods. "Frisk told me you threw up this morning." More nods. Flowey needs actual words from this guy. Flowey loops a couple vines under Sans' arms and pulls him upright. He looks like he's still asleep.

"Sans, how many times have you vomited this week?" Flowey didn't totally care about this skeleton, but if it was a life threatening thing, he needed to tell someone.

"Uhhhh," Sans opened his eyes a little, "like every day." Oh boy howdy.

"How have you been feeling outside of that?"

"I dunno, doc, really drained. Can't shortcut without almost passing out." This caught the flower's interest. That had some... weird possibilities tied to it, especially with the vomiting. He poked the skeleton in the stomach just to make sure... but hit something squishy instead of air. Flowey tugged up the shirt, revealing a bluish, semi-corporeal tummy covering the space between Sans' ribcage and his pelvis. But that wasn't what confirmed Flowey's suspicion. It was the tiny purple speck floating around the stomach, which upon quite a bit of squinting, was a tiny, miniscule...

upside down heart.

"Sans. When were you planning on telling us?"

"About what? Whatever it is, I probably didn't have the guts,"

"Actually, you DO have guts" he said, poking him in the stomach again.

"What." He looked at his new flesh. "Oh, weird. Guess my magic is out of whack,"

"Look closer, stupid." Sans' eyes grew wide. He spotted it too. Man, that sure woke him up.

"Oh shit. That's new,"

"Did... Did you not know?" The lack of response worried the flower. After quite a bit of silence, the skeleton spoke.

"You've got to be..."

"No. Don't"

"Kid-in me" Sans smirked. Flowey groaned. At least the skeleton was somewhat okay.