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

Chapter 45

TW: Small mentions of death, blood and knives!

He flinched as he felt the soil brush against his leaves. 

'Stay focused, Flowey.' He scolded. 

He'd been searching for Frisk since early in the morning. He sighed. Since that pathetic excuse of a scientist couldn't discover the exact location of the child, he was practically forced to go find them himself.

He felt bad, he wanted to spend the day with you. You seemed to be stressed lately, and he would've appreciated spending the day together. 

He rolled his eyes in frustration. It was like something was always getting in the way. Whether it be Frisk, or Sans, or Papyrus. 

Flowey would never admit it, but he slowly began to become attached to you. The way you made him feel safe when he craved comfort. 

The way you would softly pet his head or stroke his petals. Identical to the way his mother would pet him, or hug him. So tightly that he was certain that he would choke.

He smiled sadly at the memory. Mother. It had been a while since he's used that word. He missed the way he would jump out of bed, scrambling into his mothers arms. 

The way she would kiss his ears,

Hold his hand.

Making him some of the best foods. Foods that he missed so much.

He would never get to eat it again. He would never be able to hold her hand again. He would never be able to feel her kisses, her hugs. 

After all, all that remained was her dust, scattered outside of Toriel's house. 

Flowey wanted to be angry. He wanted to scream, shout. And he did. He screamed until his voice stung like poison. He yelled until he couldn't yell anymore. He wanted to cry, be sad. He forced tears out until his face was sticky.

He hated this hollow feeling. This feeling that everything inside of him had abandoned him, leaving nothing but a useless vessel. 

He travelled through the soil, the intensity of his glare growing as he continued to get lost in his thoughts. 

Now about the human. Frisk. He hummed quietly. For a flower that lacked both a soul and proper emotions, he had a lot of mixed feelings for this human.

This human had proven themselves to be ruthless and merciless. An expectation that a monster wouldn't even need to try hard to meet. 

But he was confused. They were so nice at the start. They caressed him, cared for him. Just like you did. Was that a lie? 

A joke?

Did they find that funny? Amusing? Well, he hoped they got a good laugh out of it. 

He emerged from the ground, taking a gasp for air. The sound bounces off of the walls in the ruins. 

If he had one, Flowey's heart would break at the emptiness. How much his home has changed. Monster dust laid scattered on the ground, hidden amongst the grass and tucked in the soil. He scooped a handful of dust into his hands, his frown deepening. 

He moved towards a pile of flowers and scattered the dust over the colourful plants. He knew this wasn't how it worked, but he secretly hoped that each monster would take the form of flowers too. 

That this place he used to call home would once more be full of hope again. 

That he would be reunited with his deceased mother.