Hey guys, look! My hiatus for this particular story is finally over!
...Hah...
Don't be too upset with me, I told you that I would mainly be focused on my main story instead of this one. But I'm definitely going to keep updating this. The world of Underfell can be a dark place, and not everyone can be trusted to be friendly. However...that does not mean all of them enjoy being the bad guy. The difficult part is telling who's bad and who isn't...
Let's begin!
{Universe: Underfell}
Asriel had his head tilted in strange fascination after the quarrel ended sooner than he thought. He was sitting comfortably on Fell!Toriel's lap, who was clearly irritated as she looked like she was trying to burn a whole through Fell!Sans skull. Considering that she wields powerful fire magic, she very well could if Asriel hadn't pleaded her to spare him. There was still steam emitting from her ears as she had her paws around Asriel's middle, a tick mark pulsing from her head. Asriel fascination came from the fact that magic skeletons can gain bruises and bumps despite being...well...skeletons. Turns out punching with magical fire fists and punching with regular fists can make quite the difference. Though the outcome would be the same, Fell!Sans received a beat-down. Asriel didn't watch, as his mother requested, but also heard and felt how savage Toriel was with it. Indeed, she gave this Sans a rather savage beatdown that would most likely keep him on his toes around her.
"ugh...i was just...playin' around...ya crazy witch..."
"Joking around and actually touching me are two different things. You should be grateful I didn't do worse, you pathetic worm." Toriel hissed. She then returned her attention to Toriel and briefly kissed the top of his head, calming down considerably as a result. "Are you alright, my child? I'm sorry I snapped like that. I'm usually in more control than that." Sans resited the urge to scoff at the notion, less he take another severe physical beatdown.
"It's okay, Mom...it's fine." Asriel shook his head, dismissing her concern to ease her worry. It was rather strange to call a different version of his mother still as his mother. It just came naturally to him. And judging by how much her eyes lit up every time he said so, she really needed this experience to keep herself in check. He wants to do better for her, so she can do better for herself. He can't expect her to improve overnight when he leaves this universe, but he should at least give her a viable and comfortable starting point.
Sans rubbed his skull slightly, groaning in pain. "dammit...anyway, what's the deal here? why did ya finally decide to leave your little sanctuary, lady?"
"I was persuaded to do so, for the greater good." Toriel admitted, staring at her alternate son in her lap. "I'm not going to pretend to understand what my son is talking about. But what I do understand is that he needs me in order to complete his objective. And I'm more than happy to help my beloved son in order for him to do so." To be honest, she was absolutely estatic at having her son in her arms again, even if he was simply an alternate version of him. It changes nothing, he was still her son one way or another. "Be lucky that he needs you as well, you pathetic skeleton. His intervention, as well as the company you constantly offer me behind the door, are the only two reasons why I haven't done worse to you."
"yeah yeah, i get it. your boy is more important than me. believe me, i get it." Sans waved his arm dismissively with a yawn. Then he narrowed his eye sockets and suddenly got serious. "let's get down to business, though. yo, prince." He pointed towards Asriel lazily. Toriel began to growl at his tone, but Asriel gently patted her arm to calm her down, and she reluctantly does so. "it's obvious that you're not from this world. i sensed a temporal-spatial disortion this morning, and it wasn't from a load, save, or a reset. which means somethin' serious is goin' on, doesn't it? the kid and the weed sensed ot too, so it's gotta be somethin big if it has them worried."
Asriel nodded. "Yes. This is serious. I don't want to keep anything from you, because you're the one who will most likely best understand this, Sans. There's something really bad going down, and I need you and Mom's help in order to manage it."
"that so? well if ya don't want to keep anythin' from me, how about ya give me the basic short rundown of the situation, eh?" Sans requested. Asriel sighed and nodded in agreement, while his mother had a comical question mark floating over her head. Asriel had already explained the situation to her, but it still filled her with great confusion. That was alright, Asriel didn't completely understand it either. Asriel did his best to explain the situation to Sans as well, and to Toriel's respect, he paid very close attention, his grin turning into a focused frown. When Asriel eventually finished, Sans took a moment to absorb all of the information. His eye sockets lost their light as he stared downward at his sneakers. "...damn. multiverse destruction is what we're dealin' with? that's gotta suck. so what are we supposed to do about it?"
"Try to achieve temporal-spatial stabilization by achieving a Pacifist Run in other AU's, and make sure it can never be undone again." Asriel expalined. "Basically, in order to save the multiverse, we have to save everyone within their universes, and bring happiness to them all."
"you're not bluffin'. the best way to do this is to achieve a happy ending for as many au's as possible?" Sans said while stroking his bony chin. He sighed as he got up with his hands in his pockets. "well crud. i don't really favor gettin' erased, so i guess i gotta lend you guys a hand, don't i?" He shrugged while grinning just slightly. "so...where's the rest of your party? there's no way you came here by yourself."
Asriel blinked. "Oh yeah. I came here with Classic you, Undyne, Alphys, and Dad. But we got seperated upon entry to this universe...so things might get difficult when it comes to looking for them. I should do so as soon as possible. Mom?"
"Of course." Toriel nodded as she sits up and sets Asriel down, before grabbing his paw. "Alright Sans, do you have a suggestion for our direction?"
"first of all, that's a pretty good rhyme. second of all, yes I do." Sans nodded as he pointed forward. "the best way is to just proceed onward towards waterfall and see if one of your pals landed there. though papyrus wandered off there for extra patrols. you'd better hope that he didn't find any of them...he's not exactly one to ask questions first when it comes to intruders..."
(Waterfall)
Classic Sans was staring on the other end of a Gaster Blaster, sweating in a large panic and trying to make sense of what was going on. This version of Papyrus was attempting the same thing...though it was through an interrogation that he'd rather not be a part of, since there was a high risk of disintergation. That would really suck when his mission literally just started. It really wouldn't help everyone if he went and died when he just started, so he really wanted to make sure that he didn't die, especially at the hands of his alternate brother. That would be incredibly awkward...not to mention really difficult to break to his Papyrus.
He noticed that this world's Frisk suddenly shifted in front of him, holding their hands out in front of him and shaking their head fiercely. At first, Sans was rather glad that someone placed themselves in-between himself and the incredibly sinister-looking Gaster Blaster and it's gaping maw. Though then he cursed himself for being so willing to place Frisk in danger just so he can get out of immediate danger. This wasn't something his soul would feel good about doing. He wanted to get out of this situation wihout having to fight Papyrus or endanger Frisk, so his only safe option would be to flee as soon as possible. But...
"Papyrus, stop!" Frisk shook their head with their arms out, while Flowey repeated the action via vines. "Don't hurt him!'
"HUMAN, YOU'RE GETTING IN THE WAY OF MY TARGET, THAT'S GOING TO MAKE THINGS PROBLEMATIC." Papyrus stated with a raised bonebrow towards Frisk.
"Papyrus, you can't just threaten someone like that without giving them a chance to collect themselves! I can tell he has no idea what's going on given how he's looking at us with confusion! He needs time to get up and collect his thoughts before you can even start interrogating him in that sort of way. Actually, I prefer you not threaten him at all, especially since he looks a lot like Sans!"
"SO? I THREATEN SANS ALL OF THE TIME."
"That doesn't justify things at all!" Flowey exclaimed irritably.
Frisk shook their head again. "Papyrus, I'm going to have to ask you to put away the Gaster Blaster and give him a chance to collect himself." Papyrus looked a bit puzzled by Frisk's request. THough the frown growing on their face ultmately made him bac out completely, as he allows the Gaster Blaster to dissipate. Sans sighed as the immediate danger to his life has gone away. It would have been a bit problematic if he had to flee on sigh from someone that could help him. Frisk then turned towards Sans and helped him up. "Sorry about Papyrus, he's still learning about the values of a friendly welcome, and that welcome wasn't very friendly at all."
"Now down to the important bits of this conversation...who are you? Why do you look so much like Sans, and are you here to hurt us?" Flowey narrowed his eyes as he shifted to a frightening face and his vines gained thorns. "If you're here to hurt this kid, I swear I'll tear you apart." Normally Sans wouldn't be afraid of the small plant, even from his own universe. However, something about the way the plant was seriously threatening him in order to keep Frisk safe, and to protect him overall..it somehow made the plant much more terrifying. Sans actually had a chill on his spine from how deadly serious Flowey was with his threat.
"Be nice, Flowey." Frisk patted his petals slightly, still focused on the Sans before him.
Sans relaxed slightly, taking in the surprising detail that this world's Flowey seems awfully protective of Frisk, very much unlike his world's Flowey when Asriel didn't have a soul. He stands back up on his feet and placed his hands in his pockets. He wondered what he should do next. So far, he hasn't even said a single word, which wouldn't really do well when it came to his objective. He reaally wouldn't make any progres lying about why he was here, so he might as well start with the truth and hope that he gets lucky.
"uh...yeah. i'll tell you who i am. i am definitely a sans. you might even refer to me as classic sans." He could practically see the question mark popping up on the trio's heads. He sighed softly. This was only going to get more and more difficult to explain if he didn't go into deeper detail. He scratched his skull slightly as he tried to find some way to do this without getting the inevitable skeptical looks from his audience. He needed to get out of the habit of keeping secrets from others if he and his loved ones were to make any progress. But even past that, he would need a bit of help. "um...i'm from a different universe entirely. and i'm here with several friends of my own to help you on your journey."
wow. i really suck at this.
Frisk gave Sans a few lookovers with curiosity. And after a while, they nodded softly. "Okay."
"WAIT WHAT?!" Flowey and Papyrus shouted in unison, disbelief striking them hard.
"wait what?" Sans blinked in surprise. He didn't expect that to be so easy.
"FRISK, HOW CAN YOU BE SO SURE THAT THIS SANS-LOOK ALIKE IS BEING TRUTHFUL? WHAT ABOUT HIM ALLOWED HIM TO CONVINCE YOU OF THIS TRUTH SO EASILY?"
"Frisk, I constantly need to pray for your safety because of how naive you can get. How can you immediately trust what he's sayng?" Flowe asked. In all honesty, Sans couldn't blame them. They were both being rather rough about it, but they were deeply concerned about Frisk's safety. So of course he understands their skeptical outlook towards him. They already have one Sans taking up their patience, they most likely aren't very welcoming of another one. But...
"It's easy. It's far too fantastic to be a lie, so it must be the truth!" Frisk replied easily. Flowey and Papyrus sweatdropped at this. Sans joined in on it, sighing.
yeah. this is a frisk, alright...
(Later...)
"this universe definitely feels a lot darker than my own. can you perhaps tell me more about it?" Sans requested. Ink has already given him the basic idea, but he could get a lot more from one of it's inhabitants in order to receive more details.
Frisk nodded, as Flowey still stared intently at Sans, looking more like a guard dog than a cute little flower. He was watching him with eyes that'll make a hawk proud. As for Papyrus, he was waiting outside waiting for them, as this was a subject he wasn't interested in, nor would he entirely understand. "I don't know how your universe works, but this one surely works differently. As you can already tell, this world fully embraces the 'Kill or Be Killed' philosophy, and it's one I strongly disagree with it." Sans already knew that, that's one thing his Frisk had in common with this one. "I've been working really ahrd to get everyone to realize that they didn't have to live this I had to leave Mama behind since I couldn't get her to come with me. I at least proved that I could handle myself, but I really wanted her to come with me." Frisk sighed softly while shaking their head. They raised it and continued speaking. "Then I ran intoo Sans with Flowey by my side. We tried to shake hands...he had a joy buzzer in it. It hurt a lot."
"I threw him into a tree after that." Flowey huffed.
"After I recovered, I met Papyrus and Undyne. They both tried even harder to kill me, but I managed to get around them for a bit, then I befriended them both. Undyne was a much more difficult case since she was really, really, really determined to take my soul. But she respected that I was even more determined to proceed and be her friend. Though she also declared herself my best friend, and her rival. Thoug we became friends overall, so I don't really mind that much. I also managed to get past Hotlands and befriend Alphys, who's kind of a mad scientist but is actually much nicer than she appears. THough her robot Mettaon...he's a bit less nice. He's a bit of an extreme showboat, but he's still pretty nice. Then I've seen Sans again..." Frisk lowered their head again, causing Sans to raise a bonebrow. "Sans...he..."
"what is it, kid? what did this universe's me do to you?" Sans asked, narrowing his eye sockets slightly. Flowey narrowed his eyes tightly and gritted his teeth. Sans was growing slightly worried for Frisk, and was about to ask once again. Though he was surprised when Frisk raised their head and shook it in denial.
"It's nothing, don't worry about it. If you're really here to help me gain the happy ending of this universe, then I guess I should just help you help me out on my journey, right?" Frisk smiles gently towards him, trying to reassure the alternate Sans. Sans wasn't convinced, easily able to tell that Frisk was straining their smile. That, and Flowey was looking angry about what Frisk was very close to mentioning something about this universe's Sans. However, he really didn't want to force them to talk if they didn't want to. The last thing that he wanted to happen was for Frisk to shut themselves down because he was trying too hard to get answers.
Sans sighed, scratching his skull with a sigh. "whatever you say kid. i really am here to help ya, i don't wanna stress ya out or anything like that. ya can trust me." He said as Frisk smiles towards him again. i have a feelin' i'm gonna get upset with whatever this universe's me was responsible for...but i can worry about that later. helping this frisk progress is all that matters right now. "so lemme just see if i got this right. frisk has already cleared most of a pacifist route, though somethin's been stopping them from completing it in it's entirety. maybe i can help ya through that or somethin'?" Sans hated going into things blind, but he had to accept that he was at an disadvantage. The best he could do was adapt along the way however he could. He was brought out of his thoughts as something else crossed his mind. wait a minute...i landed here in waterfall.d i have no idea where everyone else is. crud. i gotta hope that we can all meet up sooner rather than later. the disadvantage we're at is even bigger if we're separated for too long...
As he was thinking about this important detail, he was caught off-guard by Papyrus calling something out rather loudly that greatly surprised them. "THERE YOU ARE, YOU MISERABLE SLOB OF A BROTHER! YOU HAVEN'T NOTIFIED ME ABOUT WHAT YOU WERE DOING! I'VE CALLED YOU CONSTANTLY AND YET YOU DIDN'T ANSWER ME! EXPLAIN YOURSELF IMMEDIATELY!"
"i forgot to charge my phone."
"HOW COULD YOU FORGET TO DO SOMETHING SO CHILDISHLY SIMPLE?! YOU INCOMPETENT SACK OF BONES!"
"it was an honest mistake."
"HONESTY IS NOT A WORD I WOULD USE TO DESCRIBE YOU, SANS!"
"This is your brother? His voice is painfully obnoxious."
"That's not a nice thing to say, Mom..."
"WHO IS THIS, SANS? WHY ARE TWO CLONES OF ASGORE ACCOMPANYING YOU?"
Sans blinked as he reognized all three voices almost instantly. So did Frisk, but not the last voice. Their suspicions were proven correct as UF!Sans, Asriel, and Toriel entered the scene, with Toriel looking rather distastefully at Papyrus. Asriel looked rather glad to see Sans and knowing that he was safe. However, things became rather tense once both Sanses made eye-socket contact with one another, Flowey blinked in confusion as he saw both Sanses for himself, and found himself beginning to bbelieve the whole alternate universes thing. Though now he was slightly nervous about how these two would interact.
UF!Sans stared intently at UT!Sans, and vice versa. Their expressions weren't very easy to read, being mostly blank and questioning. After a minute of intently staring at one another, the latter speaks up.
"golden tooth?"
"makes me look cool. pink slippers?"
"only true men wear pink without shame."
"admirable. still, i dunno how i feel about havin' that goodie-two shoes look on me. it just doesn't seem to fit."
"how do ya think i feel. i'm lookin' at myself right now, and i look like a thug."
"Frisk!" Toriel paid no heed to either of them, seeing Frisk standing a few feet before either of them.
"Mama!" Frisk beamed. They gently set Flowey down before running up to Toriel and jumping into her open arms. She gleefully catches them, happily swinging them about a bitbefore pulling them into a warm hug they gladly returned. "It's so good to see you! But I thought you said that you couldn't leave the Ruins no matter what?"
"I did, and I thought I would stick to that word." Toriel admitted, her eyes shifting to the side. "However...I was convinced otherwise in a rather strange upturn of fate that I won't pretend that I understand...and it came in the form of an alternate version of my son." She turned over towards Asriel, who sheepishly waves at Frisk and Flowey. Both of them seems rather shocked by this, espically the former, for a plethora of reasons. Though the main one is quie obvious even if the others might not fully understand it.
Asriel slowly steppe up to Flowey, who was staring at him in awe. Not knowing what to say next, Asriel just waved towards him as well. "Um...Howdy."
"...How...dy...?" Flowey repeated. No doubt that was his own catchphrase, which removed even more skeptical thoughts swirling around in his mind about the talk of alternate universes. Though he really needed to know how this was possible.
Asriel lowered his eyes. "I can tell that you have plenty of questions. I do as well. maybe we can help each other in a more private conversation. What do you think?"
Flowey looked up towards Frisk, who turned back and nodded in approval. Flowey sighed slightly as he allowed himself to be carried by Asriel and moved away so the two of them could talk in private. In the meantime, UF!Sans still stares at his Classic self and scoffed slightly with a shake of his head.
"geez...guess the kid really wasn't jokin' around about this business, was he?"
"so he gave you the rundown of what's goin' on?"
"yeah. and i gotta say...you all seriously messed up. i mean, how could you even allow such a thing to happen?"
"i don't think i should be takin' criticism from you. you seem to be a guy who might be even lazier than i am, and i can be pretty lazy." Sans reasoned, shrugging nonchalantly. "but that's just me. who knows? you might even be a somewhat decent guy."
"Bah!" Toriel huffed in disapproval.
"...or perhaps not." He chuckled as he adjusted his jacket. "judgin' by the rather irritated look of our queen of monsters, i can say you're not that much of a decent person. just decent enough to be somewhat acceptable to hang out with."
"piss off, dude. i'm an amazin' guy to be around. you can't comprehend how great a guy i really am!"
"That's easily debatable." Toriel scoffed again.
"stupid hag..."
"i rest my case." Classic Sans shrugged. "it might get a bit confusing to try and call each other out by names, so we should robably have some sort of code name for the both of us." He pointed to his counterpart. "how about this? i'll be called Blue, and you'll be called Red. should be easy enough to understand, right? at least to some extent." With two Sanses in the same universe, it might help to provide some sort of identification to decrease the confusion. Nevertheless, Classic Sans felt that things will only get more strange as more universes are explored.
"seriously? red and blue? that's the best you can come up with?" Red rolled his eyes irritably.
"would you rather have me called classic while i'm here, and you be called edge?"
"...for some reason, edge just sounds even more demeaning. screw it, i guess i'll stick with red. whatever."
"glad you see things my way, red."
"...I AM CURRENTLY IRITATED BY MY SPLITTING HEADACHE." Papyrus shook his head, gripping his skull with a groan. "SANS, YOU'D BETTER BE CAPABLE OF FULLY EXPLAINING YOURSELF WHEN YOU RETURN HOME. BUT FOR NOW, IT SEEMS THAT THE HUMAN IS IN GOOD HANDS. I SHALL RETURN TO MY PATROL BACK IN SNOWDIN...DO NOT SLACK OFF, OR I SWEAR I'LL CRACK TWO OF YOUR RIBS!" With this, Papyrus simply moves away from the group, his head still hurting slightly.
Toriel sighed as she shook her head. "He can return home if he wishes. I shall continue to spurn myself onward for my children's sake." She remarked as she kept Frisk firmly in her arms and progressed onwards past both Sanses. She turned her head and glared at them strongly. "Keep up, whelps. Or I shall incinerate you for taking too long."
"y-yes!" Both Sans stood straight up, sweat dripping down their skulls.
Frisk looked to Toriel and shook their head in disapproval. "Mama, you can't keep threatening people just because they're taking too long. You have to give people more time than that, okay?"
"Oh...I apologize my child. I suppose I can give them somewhat of a break...but still, I don't wish to br slowed down by them." As she says this, she's still pondering about Asriel and Flowey's private conversation. Frisk was wondering the same thing, as they hoped the two of them would be alright. They acknowledged that they were somewhat the same in some aspects, and they also supposed that they would like to know the deeper details revolving around the differences between their histories. They want to reach an udnerstanding so they could reach a similar goal that they feel obligated to complete.
Though they still felt the instinctive need to bury themselves in Toriel's bosom, if only to avoid the sadistic grin that Red was sending their way.
...Classic Sans did not miss this detail. He needed his alternate counterpart under close watch if they were making this Frisk so uncomfortable.
(Hotlands)
Alphys honestly didn't know what to expect once she jumped through that portal. Though if there something she was sure of, was that the trip through that portal was slighly nausea-inducing. And given that she's not always capable of handling nausea so well, she very nearly emptied her stomach of whatever content was still within, given how she already vomited in the Omega Timeline out of guilt and stress. She'd rather not go through that embarassing experience again if she could help it.
She really wanted Undyne to be with her at this point. She wasn't sure f she would be able to handle being by herself ont hsi mission just yet. She really wished Undyne would be with her, as she needed somebody strong to hang onto, until she could become strong on her own. Right now, she was too emotionally fragile to progress on her own without her doubts overwhelming her. undyne could comfort her and get hee through those thoughts. But as she could already sense, Undyne was not anywhere near her, not in this area at all. It's not that she can't progress wthout Undyne, but she would have a significantly easier time if she was here. She would feel much more reassured if she was.
But at the moment, she had to accept that Undyne wasn't here. She had to do this on her own. Whatever situation she found herself in through the entry of this universe, she had to get through it on her own. At least through this realization, she can come to the conlcusion that everyone else must be in different locations as well, whhich would really make things more torublesome. So not only was Undyne not with her, she didn't even have the assistance of her other friends to reassure her. This was going to be much harder than she thought it would be. Not that she expected this to be EASY, but...she admits that this was a bit ridiculous to start out with.
Nonetheles, she was done letting her mind wander on her own personaly crisis, she needed to get moving. She tried moving...only to realize that she couldn't. her eyes widened as she fully pushed herself out of unconsciousness, and gazed at the area around her. She was surprised by what she saw.
There was no doubting that this was her lab...or at least incredibly similar to her lab. She could see the large monitor near the entrance of said lab, as well as the second floor right above her. Those were recognizable at least. She also saw the many cupcake wrappers scattered across a table, accompanied by sticky notes of things she'd rather not think about right now. Then she saw the 'Mew Mew Kissy Cutie' poster on the far right...this was definitely her lab. This one was just...much, much messier. It seems that cleanliness wasn't a main concern here.
She looks to the far left, attempting to find more clues about this lab. What she saw surprised her even more. There was a picture of herself. More accurately, her alternate self...and Undyne. The latter had an arm around her waist and both were wearing immensely suggestive expressions as they lovingly gazed into each others eyes. The thoughts going through her head at the implications of such expressions made her blush intensely. She can't think about such things, it's indecent! She shouldn't be curious about stuff like that at all!
...Okay, she was a little bit curious. Being a scientist increased her overall curiosity. She wondered what they could have been thinking at the time? Were they together? Were their jobs still the same? How about their respective motives? What do they d-
No! NO! Bad Alphys! No indecent thoughts! Turn AWAY from the indecent thoughts!
"Ehuhuhuhu...you're finally awake."
Alphys heard the sound of doors sliding apart, and could see someone stepping through the entrance. She could see her alternate self. She was wearing a somewhat tattered lab coat, swirling glasses, a red and black striped shirt, a black skirt which was also somewhat tattered, and a rather sly and curious grin on her face. She stepped up to the table her counterpart was trapped to, and her grin widens a bit creepily.
"Goood...maybe now you can shed some light on what's going on...either that, or I can pull the answers out of you one at a time...I really wouldn't mind the latter. In fact...I'm almost counting on it." She says slowly, sinisterly. Alphys could see she even had a forked tongue, as if she wasn't scary enough. She sensed many vibes from her that belonged to a mad scientist. For all intents and purposes, Alphys was in serious danger-
Ding!
The sinister atmosphere around her counterart disappears, and was replaced by a somewhat cheery one, clapping gleefully. "Oh my god! My cupcakes are done! Wait right here!" She paused, and blushed slightly. "Well...you don't really have a choice...because I kinda have you strapped to a table...um...wait there anyway!" She muttered in embarrassment before dashing off for her supposed finished cupcakes.
Alphys blinked owlishly at the entire exchange, trying to come up with the most sensible, comprehensive, and educated response to how quickly her counterpart switched gears just by the scent of her cupcakes.
"...Wha...?"
That's this chapter over and done with. Sorry for the wait, guys. The hiatus is definitely off for the moment, as our multiverse journey continues.
A few of the chosen have already met their counterpart. Sans and Sans, Asriel and Flowey, sorta, and Alphys with Alphys.n The Alphys that enters is quite confused by the mixed signal her counterpart gave off, wonder where tha will go? Not to mention Asriel pulls this Flowey to the side so they can talk.
...Sigh. Names are gonna be difficult to keep up with, aren't they? Oh well, I'll find a way to deal with it.
See you next time!
