MissingTale (Short Story | Revenge Is A Dish Best Served...)
Flowey cried. His cries echoed in Waterfall as the echo flowers picked up his sorrows and spread them across the area. He was alone. He was scared and had no family. When did I get so...so useless? He had no home and his only piece of family left, found a new home. They're with HIM now. That stupid, smiley trash bag!
He hated feeling feelings. Ever since that one day, he had had a tiny piece of a soul. It grew daily and now it was 3 times as bigger as it was before. It almost looked like a real soul.
Flowey wiped his tears away with a leaf of his that he grew. He was getting better at growing vines and leaves. He could almost do multiple things at once.
He knew it was pointless to go back to Chara. They didn't care about him anyways. They didn't know who he was and they were living with Sans now.
"Stupid Sans! Why does he always get what he wants in the end!"
Flowey was going to go underground in rage when he heard footsteps coming closer. He stayed in place to scared to move. Suddenly, there was a large, tall figure in front of him. Flowey shook in fear.
The figure was wearing armor and a long, red, tattered scarf. It's face was undetectable, covered by the shadows. The figure then spoke with a large echoing voice,
"What do you know about, Sans?"
The figure's face revealed itself from the shadows as it leaned over the the flower. Flowey saw that the figure had been a skeleton all along and he knew exactly who it was.
The leader of the Royal Guard,
Papyrus.