"Hey, Trashbag! Wake up!" Someone shouted next to his skull, but when he bolted up right, no one was around. Just an empty, snow-covered village and white-capped trees.
"Down here, ya moron!" He looked down. Rooted next to a red painted rock, was a golden flower staring up at him. It's expression was dull, as if it was annoyed.
"So, why arn't you dead, yet?" It said, clearly disappointed with his existance. "Woah, what happened to your face?" It smirked, almost pleased with the comment. He panicked, his soul pounding in his chest, and backed up to the colorfully lit house behind him.
"Who... What...?" was all he could spit out. His hand reached to his right eye socket and found a crack going straight through his eye, then traced it to the top of his head. The crack led to a spider web of them behind the eye. What made his soul pound harder was the slick red liquid that wet his finger tips. The same red color that covered the rock.
"I... don't know." He felt the crack again, welcoming the chill of his fingers. "Who sre you?"
"Haha. Very funny, Trashbag, but I don't think this is the time for jokes." It waited for a few seconds, waiting for his to say it was a joke. "You can't be serious. I'm Flowey. You've known me in the other timelines." It paused, the snowy climate freezing a look of terro on it's features, then muttered something under it's breath.
""You have to get to the Judgement Hall, quickly," Flowey said, louder than what it had mumbled.
"Why?" Flowey seemed to droop at the question.
"Seriously?" He nodded, reciving a groan from the flower. "You really did loose your memory. This is just PERFECT!" It shouted into the nothingness. The flower said nothing for a few moments, like it was waiting for a response from someone.
"I'll explain later. Now, get up and use that stupid 'short-cut' or whatever you call it." He shakily got to his feet, and leaned against the house.
"Woah, did you finally reach your growth spirt, Trashbag?" The flower insulted. "Your about as tall as your-"
"Stop calling me that," He interupted.
"What? Trashbag?"
"Yeah. This entire time you have, yet, to say my name. My REAL name. And I definently know it's not 'Trashebag'." he was panting a bit after the rant. "Now, if you arn't going to explain anything or tell me my name, then I'm leaving."
He started towards two mailboxes. He was unsure where he would go, but the mailboxes seemed interesting. One was empty. The other had envolopes jammed into it's small capacity, some spilling onto the ground.
"Sans." He was at the overflowing mailbox when Flowey spoke up. "Your real name is Sans. You have a brother named Papyrus and this is the village where you both live: Snowdin."
He glanced at the mailboxes.
Sans.
Papyrus.
Two mailboxes. Two brothers. One was a pile of dust being scattered across the snow by the wind. The other's fate was still undecided, left with no memory of the first or of their fun times they shared.
"Sans?" The flower called him out of his thoughts, but he didn't realize his hand gripping the empty mailbox and making a handshaped dent in the metal.
"Sorry." He removed his hand and clenched it a few times, re-thinking. "Where did you say we need to go?" He turned to Flowy. The plant seemed suprised by the question, pausing before answering.
"Uh... The Judgement Hall."
"Can we get there quickly on foot?"
"Maybe." It said, "We can get to the Hotlands before Chara, but you will have to run from there."
He thought for a second, pondering his options. He could leave the flower to the problem. Or he could follow it to the 'short-cut'.
"Show me the way."