Reload. Stay on pattern for the first part. Give her a chance. Before she could lunge at him again, he sent blasters. "Heh. Heh. Heh. Not falling for that again." Lunge. Dodge. Bones that were nearly perfectly dodged. Lunge. Dodge. More bones. Another lunge. Sans so wanted to rip that notebook in half. He couldn't tell why, but it made his attacks hurt the human less. Platforms were this death.
On and on, they went. Him talking, her silent and swinging. Sans was not in the mood to count. He knew if he tried to, she would get the first attack again, making him have to dodge even more.
Flowey was watching in the background. This human dies a lot despite training. Finally this human made it to the planned part.
"You uh like swinging that thing around." "We're talking now?" Sans ignored the human who displayed his brother's scarf around her neck. He has to do the right thing, but it is so so hard. "Please listen. I know you have good in you. Please forget all this. You have a good heart and I don't want you to go down a bad path because of me." Sans sighed. This wasn't going to work.
She dropped her notebook. "You're right. I have messed up." Sans didn't expect that. "That may be partially my fault." Sans closed his eyes summoning some magic when he felt vines around him, "Ah!" He couldn't move his hands away from the vines forcing them above his head. His legs wrapped in more vines, keeping him from running away. "Right. Forgta bout the flower." "I feel so unnoticed trash bag." Grip tightening, as the human looked into his eyes.
"Did you really think that would work?" Sans sighed, looking down, earning him a prompt kick in the ribs. "Ah!" Answer then. "No." At least she has no intent to kill him. Wait. That's probably worse! "Yeah, I figured." That uncomfortable pacing again. "You're smart. Exscientist. One hp or not, if I only aim to maim and not kill, you'll survive." She licked her dusty lips before pulling his head towards her's, "I never intended on killing you." That's disconcerting. "Flowey and I have a mutual hatred of you. Flowey has his reasons which is fine." She took a slow sharp breath, "My reasons are simple, the other monsters get peace because they were truthful to an extent." She smiled. Please never smile again! Please! "You weren't. Scaring me. Acting like all you wanted was a friend." Man, he could really use a friend right now. Finger shoved in his face, "You don't deserve the luxury of death." Sans wondered what the lady behind the door would say if she knew what he done.
She backed up and he knew by her crouch that she just saved. He so so wanted to cry as one psycho is enough to deal with, but two is going to be near impossible. "Anyway, here's what's going to happen Soulman, you're going to stay there while I murder Asgore." "You're sick." "No, I'm honest." A slap across his face. "Do not interrupt me again. Then I'm going to go to the library and find a way to make it impossible for you to use magic ever again." She laughed, "Even if a reset happens." Impossible. At least Sans had some comfort in knowing if she reset far enough back, he would have his magic back whether she wanted him to or not. "This can't last forever. Flowey has to hold you and well, you won't be exhausted for all eternity."
Sans watched as the human saved again and walked towards Asgore. He looked up at a very nerve wracking flower, who tightened his grip once again. "About time you play with me again, trash bag." "Too bad we couldn't do it one on one." "Ha ha. You'll get plenty of time for that." Great. A smash startled him. Souls. "You might want to preserve the souls." Grip tightened. "She told me she would smash them. Something about you absorbing them." Why didn't he think of that? He has jurisdiction.
The human walked out of the judgment hall, kicking Sans' ribs on the way past. Sans was hoping she was a slow learner. If he could get some magic back, he'd be fine. He could use what little he had left to try to shake the flower off, but there was the problem of the flower possessing magic making him have to extend more effort than what was needed for the human, to have a chance of escaping, and having a betrayal attack drain his magic more than normal.
Did it matter anyway? The human's savepoint was him tied up. Seemed like a no win situation to him.
The human entered with a book after it had gotten dark. "So. I need to tie you up as I need a magical being." "That's me!" She took some rope from her pockets and Sans felt his wrists forcefully pulled behind his back by vines which were on their way being replaced by rope.
More rope for his legs this time. At least the vines released. Sans so so wanted to sit down. But he didn't want to give the two weirdos anymore than they have. Flowey read the page the human was pointing to. " Interesting. So I'll see all his memories." Sans struggled at that. Damn ropes. How can this kid be that good at tying?
Sans was now trapped with a flower reaching into his soul, "Found it. Hey, place your hand out and touch my vine!" "Sure." The human did as he suggested. "You should get his magic through me! It may hurt a little!" She shrugged.
A little was so much more than that for both the human and Sans. While Sans was thrashing against the ropes in pain, sweating and gasping for air while magic was being ripped out of his body, the human was suffering tenfold, having Sans symptoms along with her own, trying to calm her shaking, while also trying to keep her eyes open, as her soul was noticeably rebelling taking in Sans' magic. She had no intention of moving when this was done. When Flowey was done, he left Sans to faint and did some healing magic on the human. "That was more than a little."
"I know. I didn't want you to cower out!" The human laughed. "Yeah, I probably would've." She looked at Sans. "Let's drag this lump home." She kicked his ribs waking him up, "Why?" "For giving me your exhaustion too." "Heh. Heh." That was worth the extra kick in the ribs. Though he has to watch it, she kicks in the same place every time. "In my defense, I never told you to absorb my magic." "Yeah yeah." She grabbed Sans' hood and started walking, leaving Sans to be helplessly dragged across tile, dirt, water, and snow, stopping only to save.
As miserable as this was, he was alive. As sick as the intentions were. He had that going for him. Also, he felt refreshed thanks to the human stealing his exhaustion. "Do you have a key?" "It's in my pocket." Without a second thought the human was in his pockets searching until she found a key. "We will deal with the rest later." She opened the lock, "After all, Soulman..." Her voice turned into a whisper, "You own nothing."
What did he turn this sweet child into?