"Open your eyes trash bag." Sans opened his eyes. He really isn't interested in what this flower can do to him at the best of times, so while defenseless, he was going to listen. Sans bit his teeth. "Does it hurt?" The flower laughed. "She was clear on the no killing you part. Said you don't deserve mercy. I never had so much fun!" Ugh. Is it too late for apologies? "Golly, you must be stiff!" The flower smiled, "Tell you what, I untie you and you clean this dust up." "Fine." "You better start being grateful, trash bag or the punishments will be worse then sore ribs." The flower smiled while untying the ropes, "After all two heads are better than one."
Sans instinctively went to summon cleaning supplies, before realizing his mistake, "Oh yeah." Why argue? Far as he knows, the last save point was him being dragged through waterfall and the human saves so damn frequently, it's not even funny. His legs were so stiff along with his arms, he went to stand before the flower used his vines to throw him down, "Who said you get to stand?" "I take it I'm to be on my knees at all times." "Yeah. I'll grant you a reprieve, you can stand to grab supplies since you don't have your powers."
Great. Crawling on the dusty floor was somehow more humiliating than being dragged. When he was done, the door opened, "Soulman, the job is done!" "Uh, great." "Way to sound grateful." Sans crawled towards the human. "I take it this is the flower's doing." "Yep." Sans hated being forced on his knees especially when the human was wiping dust off of her onto his skull. But he can't risk an escape right now. He needs a safer save point. You don't need magic to run. "I was thinking. You look at this scarf a lot." "Whata bout it?" "Empty your pockets and I'll give you the scarf. Refuse and I'll tear it to shreds." Sans was happy to comply. She picked up a key, "What's this key?" "Key to my-" Warning glare, "What used to be my room." "Well, let's go. Then you can take punishment for this mess at the door." Yeah, the mess you made. Sans quickly crawled behind the human. Crawling upstairs was needless to say, unpleasant. He watched helplessly as the human ransacked his room. Normally, he would summon the key to his lab with a shortcut that couldn't meet the human eye, but that wasn't an option.
He wondered if the human tried it, would it hurt her? Not that it mattered if she died anyway, she could always reload. He had an idea. "Human?" "What?" She continued ransacking his room. She could change his speak, but not his thoughts. "I was thinking-" "Always goes well for you." "Obviously." Sans sighed, "About my magic. It could hurt you, how bout I train you?" She froze. "What is your game Sans?" "I'm not sure how magic resonates in the human body. And I am not a fan of a captor that can accidently kill me, well with a painful death at least. You felt the blasters." She turned around, "Hmm. I will consider your very suspicious offer. Be useful to use it." She held a key in front of his face, causing his what would be stomach to drop, "Where to Soulman?" "What used to be my lab." "You know the drill." "May I-" She shook her head. "Right." He crawled to his lab, happy to at least have a jacket, as dirty as it was. "Intresting." She rummaged through his pictures, "To bad there's no use for it." She ripped the pictures, before placing a badge on her. "I'm a time cop! Isn't that what you were saying?" "In a roundabout way." She laughed. "You do a horrible job." Blueprints shredded. "I don't intend on letting you go back." "I'm aware." She pointed to the machine, "That thing, what is it?" "Honestly, I forget. It's been broken forever." "Fair enough." She gave Sans the scarf. "Thank- thank- you." "You'll need it. You're sleeping here tonight." Oh boy. It's going to cramped. "Oh, before you try anything funny, I plan to save when I leave. So if you cause a reset, you are in for even more of a uncomfortable night." She closed the door. "And another punishment. Yeah, I get it." Welp may as well lay down. Sans frowned. The floor ailse was so narrow and he wasn't dumb enough to lay in the machine. He held his brother's scarf. "I'm so sorry Papyrus. All I had to do was keep my mouth shut."