Prompt: Flowey has a degree - Written for AJ's birthday


"You know you're smarter than he is right?"

Papyrus hums, glides his hand along the upper edge of the flowerpot his best friend is contained within these days.

They're still looking for a less... restricting alternative.

"I am smarter than he is," Flowey goes on and Papyrus throws him a look.

The flower rolls his eyes.

"What do you think I've been doing all day while you're at work?"

Papyrus opens his mouth, closes it again. He is afraid he'll have to admit he never really thought too deeply about it. "I don't know..." he says eventually.

Whatever Flowey was going to answer is swallowed when Sans finally makes his way over to them. He looks elated, to say the least. The cap is a nice touch, a human tradition but Sans is obviously proud of it, he has been straightening it all evening.

"Hey bro," he says, smiling. He doesn't address Flowey, as usual.

"Hello Sans," Papyrus replies evenly. "Congratulations on getting your physics degree."

"Thanks. I guess you could say my studies are similar to the Large Hadron collider..." Sans leaves an appropriate pause there, waiting for his words to sink in. "Because they're both a smashing success."

"That was actually pretty clever." Papyrus laughs. Flowey jerks inside his container.

"Very clever," he scoffs. "Now you only need three more degrees to match me."

Sans blinks at him. "W-what...?"

"It's called online schooling, trash bag. Look it up."

His brother looks like a deer caught in the headlights for a second and Papyrus has to try his hardest not to start giggling. He'd feel guilty if he did.

"When did you-?" Sans starts, blinks again, then shakes his head. "You know what, I don't care."

He walks away quickly, face sour with his fists pushed down his pockets and Flowey rolls his eyes again, one of his many bad habits.

"Gosh, he sure doesn't care," he says sarcastically and this time Papyrus can't help himself.

"That was kind of mean," he says half-heartedly and Flowey looks up at him, something like pride caught on his face. "But do you really...?"

"Yes, of course." He grins. "Like I said, what do you think I do all day when you're gone."

"Right." Papyrus nods. "Then we should throw you a party too, it's only fair."

Flowey looks horrified at his musings. "Please, I'd rather die."

"Pity."

There's something to be said for silent accomplishments, Papyrus thinks. But he doesn't need to say so out loud.


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