You had found a flower pot and put Flowery in it so that you could carry him as the dirt road turned to a stone, which Flowery couldn't travel on. Holding Flowery in your left hand and your stick in your right, you felt safe. It filled you with determ-
"human. don't you know how to greet a new pal? turn around and shake my hand."
Flowery gasped. "Sa-a-an-s-s."
"c'mon human," Sans spoke to you, "turn around."
Flowery looked about to fainted. You gripped your stick tightly and turned.
Sans was a skeleton, as you expected, but what was surprising was the red jacket he wore. Black spikes littered the jacket he wore, big ones at the top, small ones on the bottom. The strange jacket was even weirder when put together with the regular, black shorts he wore and red tennis shoes.
"hey, human. still in there?" Sans chucked creepily.
"Uh… yeah…" You stammer. You could almost feel your soul tremor in fear.
"then shake my hand."
You reach out to shake San's hand, when suddenly a loud fart sounded.
Sans chuckled, "heheh… the old whoopee cushion in the hand trick. it's always funny. anyways, you're a human, right? that's hilarious. i'm actually here to kill you."
The little lights in San's eyes died. "i've been watching your journey in the ruins."
You felt Flowery burry his face in your shirt, whispering, "Oh he's gonna kill us. He's gonna kill us! No, no, no. I don't wanna die again! Not by him!"
"but your funny. so i'll let you live this once."
"Huh?" You say.
"you heard me. i'm actually not going to kill you for now. i want to see how many times you die before you get to asgore, pacifist." Sans spat the last word out as if it tasted bad in his mouth. Then he went back to smiling. "now, my brother, papyrus… he doesn't think your very funny. he doesn't even have a funny bone at all, actually."
You giggle at the skeleton's pun.
"hey, actually, i think that's him over there." Sans said, "i have an idea. go through this gate thingy. yeah, go right through. my bro made the bars too wide to stop anyone."
You walk through the gate.
Sans spoke, "quick, behind that conveniently-shaped lamp."
You went behind the lamp as Flowery spoke up.
"I don't understand…" Flowery spoke. "Why hasn't he killed us?"
"Maybe he's changed" you say.
"Yeah, right," Flowery said sarcastically.
You were silent. Sans couldn't be all bad if he was going to let you live, right?