The Error Of His Ways

Am I Selfish Part 5 FINAL

Flowey stared in shock at the left over charred remains of the tree that had only been standing there mere seconds before Sans' Gaster Blasters took out the surrounding area. A shiver of fear and uncertainty ran down his stem as he slowly turned to look at Sans in front of him. He scrunched his face trying to get a better reading on him.

His magic aura was going crazy. His whole body was tense, and his form was trembling with rage. The blue flames of magic coming from his left socket licked around the back of his skull. The wind picked up and blew the ash and dust away from where he was standing. His Blaster's stull hung back in the air; surveying the damage done.

"T-Trashbag?" Flowey squeaked while covering his face with his leaves. He certainly didn't want to make the skeleton monster more angry.

Sans just stood still for what seemed like minutes. Flowey's voice dying on the wind long after he had spoken. His gaze burning at the spot where Error and Frisk once stood, gritting his teeth in agitation. He needed to calm down, and think.

He shut his eye sockets; and took in a deep breath trying to dispel the rage in his soul.

Flowey could feel the change in the air, and peered out from behind his leaves at the skeleton. Slowy but cautiously; he shifted to get in front of him. After a moment he spoke to get his attention.

"H-Hey.." He tested the waters.

"Heh, sorry..guess I rattled your bones huh?" Sans opened his eye sockets and his small white eye lights were once again present. His magic aura slowly still fading away. Flowey sighed in relief, and rubbed his face.

"You really had me worried there bone head."

"I lost my cool." His sockets narrowed as he stared through Flowey. This sent another shiver down the flower's stem.

"If he's taken 'er to his realm, we're goin' to have a hard time gettin' 'er back.." Sans frowned looking back to the tree he destroyed and winced slightly. Flowey perked up at the mention of Frisk.

"W-what? Why!?" His voice screeched; and dread began to set in. The wind blew harder, bringing the dark clouds with it.

"Error can travel to the anti-void.. Kind of like what happens when I take a shortcut. Only on a totally different plain of abilities than what I 'ave.." He scratched at his skull thinking back to Gaster and his research on time lines, and travel to other universes. Most of it was fuzzy.

'Least I know the old man was on to somethin'.' Sans thought to himself.

"When I take a short cut, I can only go where I've been before, or seen. I'm only in the void for a few seconds before appearin' where I need to be. He can go to the anti-void directly; as I can't."

"So what's the difference?" Flowey tilted his head feeling lost in this conversation.

"The anti-void is his home.." Sans muttered just loud enough for the Flower to hear.

Sans kicked at the small flowers at his feet as he went deeper in thought.

'If I can get the research from the old lab.. I might be able to use the humans technology up here to open an inter dimensional portal..' He held his mandible gritting his teeth. Flowey's brow arched at all the strange expressions that played across Sans' skull as he had an inner monologue battle with himself.

Flowey sighed looking back at the surrounding area. The sun was setting now; and the sky's were growing more cloudy. It would rain soon.

"Please be safe..Frisk.." Flowey whispered to the breeze.

Meanwhile Frisk had finished fussing over the loss of her picnic basket, and took one last look outside at the darkening sky. She had tried to sleep; but she already felt well rested. Must of been the nap she took earlier that day. She huffed and went to sit on her bed. The mattressgiving a small creak as she sat in the center, pulling her legs up to her chest. She set her phone down next to her feet, and rested her chin on her knees.