Author Notes: Well ladies and gents I am alive, and ready to celebrate Octwober. And that means we're diving into one of my favorite games from this year. Add in some franchises I also love dearly and we have a crazy time.

Please keep in mind that the author notes of all the current cult of a lamb one shots will probably follow have the same stuff in them with one or two differences based on the franchise that it will be working with.

This time we get to a game that to this day, still scares the crap out of me to where I will always choose pacifist no matter how much my friends bully or make fun of me for it. I do not own Cult of a lamb or Underttale

Play to Win

Part two of the World's Collide series

Crossover-Undertale

3rd P.O.V

It was late into the night, and all of Lambi's followers were fast asleep after a long, satisfying day of doing their culti duties. And though Lambi was tired as well, they weren't ready to go to bed just yet.

Plus, he was due for a very special appointment. Earlier today they had received a message from their predecessor Ratau, telling them it was time for another round of knucklebones. With a new guest to grace their table.

So the moment they were sure all was well in their home, they quietly marched off. The crown that nestled atop of their head began to glow as they teleported away. Their destination in their mind before they could even blink.

They took a deep breath, soaking in the calm, crisp air as wind rushed past their cape. Slowly they walked through the fallen leaves that snapped and crunched under their paws. Ratau was already waiting for them outside his home.

A smile on his worn face. "Welcome back. Are you ready?" Lambi nodded, matching his eager grin as they brought out their pouch full of coins. "Take note young one, we have a fresh challenger tonight. One you have never met before. Be prepared."

Curiosity formed within them as they followed their frail fox mentor. "What's the holdup already! I'm wilting away from boredom." Lambi blinked at the high pitched voice as warmth invaded their bones. Standing among the table was the regulars.

Flinky, Klunko and his besty Bob, and finally Shrumy, all of their attention focused towards the farthest section of the table. All gave stink eyes at the newest player. A talking...yellow flower? Who smiled at them with a deranged expression coating their petals.

"Howdy, I'm Flowey. Flowey the flower-ready to get wrecked, lambchops?" Lambi was not impressed, in fact their face was blank as they huffed. Getting settled into their favorite seat without word. "If you want to challenge them. You'll have to go through usssss firssssst."

Lambi smirked as Flinky narrowed their eyes. Apparently insulted at Flowey's cocky attitude. "Then let's get this over with already. The shriveled furry bait over there already explained the rules and I already kicked his tail. I'm ready to win it all." He lifted a vine, throwing several coins onto the table.

Tension was in the air and for once it wasn't directed at the fluffy cult leader. Actually the atmosphere was even more hostile then when they first arrived to play at the lonely shack. "You'll be againsssssst me, you wretched weed." Flinky and Flowey sneered at each other as Ratau gave them the die.

Rules state that challenger works their way from the weakest player to the strongest. With the bet limit getting more and more pricey with each experienced contender. "Bring it you overgrown scaly hose."

Currently Lambi was the best of the bunch. Taking Shrumy off the throne of Knucklebones champion. So they simply got to sit there as the game went on. And immediately their interest was peaked.

Despite being such a trash talker, Flowey was able back up his words, as he defeated Flinky with ease. "Pay up bitch." Flinky hissed but did as they were told, throwing the coins Flowey's way.

"Our turn now~ This will be fun!" Next up was Klunko and Bob. Now Lambi will admit that out of all of them Klunko and Bob were their favorite opponents. Not only were they the nicest of the bunch, but also the most unpredictable.

They didn't play to win, but to play. They didn't make the most logical moves, and that was what made them good players. In the beginning, Lambi struggled with against them. It took several attempts, hours of analyzing before Lambi was able to understand and beat them.

So when Flowey grinned smugly, his vine held out as Klunko emptied his pockets full of gold on the first go, Lambi had to say that they were impressed. "Next in the lineup. Let's go chump." Shrumy scowled as they smashed their limb on the table.

"Prepared to turn into fertilizer you obnoxious pansy." Ratau glanced, meeting Lambi's gaze with a raised eyebrow. "You don't seem too concerned." Lambi shrugged their shoulders. He wasn't wrong.

If anything, Lambi was looking forward to facing Flowey. Win or lose, Lambi wasn't really worried. Being a cult leader with a massive following that loyally obeyed and worked hard, gold was not a problem. Even if they lose, it won't break their funds.

However they were eager to shut up the blooming decorations. As entertaining as it was to hear the various insults that for once didn't come their way, it was clear someone had to knock Flowey off his pedestal. "Another easy win. Cough up the goods."

And it looked like it was down to Lambi to make that happen. "You better kick this ugly daffodil's stem, Lambi. I won't tolerate otherwise." Everyone turned their way, all seething from their seats.

"So you're Lambi. Ratau spoke a shit ton about you. Apparently you're the best Knucklebones player here and a cult leader." Lambi remained silent, crossing their legs as they watched Flowey changed expressions.

His vines pushing his pile of current winnings, on top of even more coins he had in his inventory onto the table. "I'm gonna cut to the chase you walking winter accessory. I'm willing to bet all the gold I have, both here and my inventory...for your cult."

Lambi was surprised that he made such an offer, but could only snort. Pulling out the white board that they kept in Ratau's home, they wrote their reply. The sight made Flowey rolled his eyes. "Great. Another mute protagonist. How original." Lambi ignored the strange comment.

Showing the board for the group to see. 'I don't need money. Your deal is worthless to me. However...I'd be willing to make another deal with you.' Everyone blinked. "Oh? What kinda deal we talking here?" They were all at the edge of their seats.

Filled with anticipation as it took another few moments for Lambi to erase their answer and write a new one. 'If you win, you get to take my cult. And I would be your loyal follower. But...if I win, you join My cult and do whatever I want.'

Their opponent hummed as he read the bargain. "Alright lambchops, you got yourself a deal. Let's play." Ratau tossed the die into the air, to the center of the table. Both Lambi and Flowey reached, first to grab the die, indicated who went first. The game was on.

To be continued

Author Notes: Can we talk about how much I love Flowey? He is a blast to write as he insults people. It doesn't help that I am absolutely obsessed with that minigame. I swear the moment I unlocked it, it became my go to activity to do.

(This is the copy author notes for the series. Feel free to skip if you've already seen it.) Also for those wondering, yes, I am making Lambi a mute character. Personally I just feel like Lambi doesn't like talking unless addressing cult members so that's just a me thing,

It's going to be canon as far as this series is concerned. Another thing is though this is part of a series of one shots, the only thing they have in common is the fact that the stories are a crossover involving cult of a lamb.

They have no relevance to each other and can be read on their own, which is why they're going to be considered their own pieces. Is that everything? I think that's everything. Anyone with questions feel free to pm. But that is it for now.

Guys thank you so much for reading this story. If you like it please feel free to fav/follow/review as it would mean a crap ton to us to see people liking our work. See you next time. Tchao for now.