Flowey almost felt a sense of guilt when he felt himself being lifted off the ground and thrown past the door and into the staircase leading up to the Ruins.
Almost. Guilt is an emotion, after all.
Still, when Flowey felt like he should feel an emotion, he could sometimes try to manually feel it. He could try remembering it from his days as an actual monster, or force himself to try and feel it through a painfully long series of analogies and hypotheticals in his head.
Like - Flowey! What would you feel if you killed someone's child for literally no reason, and then they started crying? You should feel upset, Flowey! You should feel guilt! Because you caused someone's sadness! Feel guilt! Feel it!
And then, sometimes, he might almost feel some emotion.
Only sometimes.
In this instance, he almost felt some guilt for his actions. But at the same time, his plan did work. After all,
He was selective.
Manipulative.
Half truths, if you will.
He did give Frisk some really solid advice, it just so happened that he was also using the same advice.
Sans walked through the doorframe. With his relaxing demeanor gone, his walk was menacing and nothing more. His hands returned to their rightful place in his pockets, signifying that the one small motion of sending Flowey flying through an entire room may have been enough to calm him slightly.
"Cmon! You were completely fine when you confronted me! What made you so angry?" Flowey questioned, rooting himself back into the ground.
Sans laughed. It wasn't a regular chuckle, but a real laugh. Creepy.
"I expect this from you. The whole ruin my day thing. It's your thing, really. But for what?" Sans stopped laughing. "There's always a motive."
His eyelights returned. His eyes sockets shrunk. "to do all of this, just because you were bored." It wasn't a question, but a statement.
Flowey realised something. This wasn't angry Sans. No. This was pained Sans. He was using anger to mask his hurt. He was finally understanding what's happened.
He realised that his life's work was thrown away. It had finally hit him properly. Through all the adrenaline, tiredness and hiding from the world that surrounded him, only now. Only after seeing the cause of it infront of him did it truly set in.
"im gonna hurt you now." Sans spoke bluntly. The mask returned and among with it, a set of sharp bones.
A couple of them hit Flowey directly, but they didn't deal too much damage. He quickly burrowed underground after remembering that he didn't like being hit.
Sans paused and waited for Flowey to return.
Moments later, Flowey re-emerge right besides Sans. Pellets filled the air and they didn't hesitate to fire. Sans put up a small barrier around him comprising of bones and attacked Flowey in a similar fashion as before. Bones flew at him everywhere he went, pausing when he hid underground.
Flowey attempted to shoot his pellets between the gaps of the bone shield Sans had created, but he replied by taking a shortcut and laughing.
Soon after that, the bones all retracted.
"wow, fighting is boring." Sans commented on the situation. Flowey responded with a singular pellet aimed at his skull. Sans caught it in his hand.
"nothing, huh?" Sans asked Flowey the question with his eyes. He looked at his palm. Nothing.
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Undertale : Secrets (REMASTERED)
FanfictionSans has had an interesting past. A past that even his beloved brother barely even knows of. A past that, despite being so long ago, always finds a way to bite back. A past that defines who he is - but he longs to erase. A past that doesn't let go...
