Endless possibilities (Underfell Sans x Gender Neutral Reader)*BEING REWRITTEN!*

Chapter 23

"..Another one.... For fucks sake..." You managed to hear little snips of two people's conversations. You were half asleep and barely comprehended the two's conversation. One voice was very deep, low, almost harsh.

You were half asleep but something about it seemed familiar.

"...Not a threat... Hurt anyone..!" A panicked voice stuttered. You assumed that voice was Flowey.

God, your head was killing you. It felt like your world was spinning, despite your eyes being closed. You remembered what happened and the immense pain in your back. You concentrated on your back, only to find it a little sore.

What had happened after you had passed out? Had a monster kidnapped you and Flowey and was now keeping you hostage? Maybe they wanted something in return for your lives?

As the two continued to argue, continuously shooting insults back and forth, your brow furrowed in annoyance. Couldn't these two be more quiet? Or better yet, stop talking?

"Can you both shut up, you're so loud." You groaned, opening a single eye lid. You looked around at your surroundings. Unfortunately, it hadn't been a dream.

You seemed to be sitting underneath what appeared to be a desk? Your wet (h/l) (h/c) pressed against the cold, soft snow. Immediately, both of the voices stopped and focused their attention on you. "(Y/n)! You're okay!" A now joyful voice chirped. You looked down at your wrist to see the little wilted flower smiling happily at you. "Hey Flowey... What happened? Where are we? Are you alright?" You asked, causing Flowey to shake his leaves and hold his head in annoyance.

"One question at a time!" He whined.

You giggled, shooting him an apologetic smile.

"I'm fine, I'm not injured. I am, however, worried about you. You may have extensive bruising or strained a muscle, but no ones checked up on it. I was able to stop the cut on your leg from bleeding by wrapping one of my vines around it!"

"Oh? Well, thank you Flowey. So what happened after I passed out?"

Flowey's once happy expression faltered and quickly turned miserable. "I found ya. And lucky I did too. Boss was on patrol today and would've killed ya on the spot." The other voice boomed. As if you didn't see them before, there leaning against the tree was a skeleton.

Something about the skeleton in front of you unnerved you. That was unsettling. But familiar in some way. This skeleton wore an oversized red turtleneck, followed by a dark red collar that sat crookedly around his neck. He wore a black winter jacket that was covered in soft, white fur. He wore black tracksuits that had golden stripes running down the sides, and covering his feet were red shoes.

Not many people looked good in red, but the colour almost made him look... alluring.

The skeleton wore a permanent grin that never seemed to falter. What was most noticeable was a golden tooth that glared brightly in the corner of your eyes.

He had red pupils painted in the middle of his dark, horrific eye sockets. And they stared at you with such amusement.

"Ya gonna say somethin' doll, or are ya just gonna stare?" He asked, all amusement void from his voice and quickly replaced with irritation.

"Why didn't you let him kill me..?" You asked, slowly standing up. You almost fell over, but used the desk? - You still had no clue what the fuck it was - as support. The skeleton looked at you boredly, then rolled his red pupils. "Is that your way of thanking me? I could've let you die." He spat. You forced out a laugh, then bowed your head mockingly.

"I'm flattered that you extended your arm out for little, old me." You hissed, your voice laced with venom. Flowey's eyes widened at your remark, and pulled on your arm with his vine, catching your attention.