Skeletons and Robots (Discontinued due to lack of time)

Chapter 18: Flowey

"Neo?" Sans asked, knocking on the door to Neo's home. He guessed that he had moved while he was in a coma, because he was now living on the surface and not next to Napstablook. "Neo? C'mon, kid, it's me, Sans." He knocked again, and again, and again. His hand started to hurt. He called out Neo's name again. No response. He sighed, and opened the door using his magic.
It was dark, as all of the lights were turned off. He turned them on, and almost shut it off again. The place was destroyed. The TV was smashed in the middle, and a harsh noise emitted from it once before it appeared to turn off again. The walls had multiple blast burns in it, along with a few Neo's fist-sized holes. Oil must've leaked everywhere, because the normally cream-colored floor was dark black, and as he walked, his shoes kept getting stuck. The couch blocked his way, flipped on its side with a few sizzling holes in it. It must've been recently moved, he thought. He climbed over it, and continued on to the kitchen.
"Neo?" He whispered as he entered the room. He flipped the lights off in the main room and turned the lights on in the kitchen. This time he was prepared. The kitchen was in better shape than the main room, but it still had its fair share of ruin. Knives were strewn across the floor, and a few of them were bent in awkward ways. Oil glistened from a couple, and Sans stepped around them, wanting to explore this gruesome place. Blast holes dotted the walls like an ugly pattern, a few still sizzling. "Strange..." Sans said to himself. "Neo only has a three shot limit. There has to be at least thirty here, and a lot of them look new." He said, and then mentally scolded himself for sounding like his father. A few chairs were flipped over, and one looked destroyed beyond repair. If there was writing on the walls in oil, this would be a perfect movie scene, Sans thought as he moved to the next room. All there was in that room was a small hall with a set of stairs at the end. He could see boot marks imprinted on the stairs, and thankfully, no oil blocked his way. "Neo?" He called. But nobody came, something whispered in his head. He took a deep breath, and walked up the stairs.
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"Neo?" He asked, opening one of the doors. A bathroom. He closed the door and moved to the next room. A closet. A guest bedroom. Neo. A small lounge space. Wait. Neo? He backtracked a couple rooms and saw his friend, sitting on a chair, obviously powered off. The charging cord wasn't in sight, but a messy bed was. He lifted him up using magic, and placed him on the bed. Neo drew a ragged breath, but he was still powered down. The ring around his almost complete soul wasn't glowing. He put a hand on the case, smiling a bit. He drew his hand back when he was met with something sticky. Oil. It was from Neo. He was bleeding from his soul. "Oh my god." Sans said, staring at his hand and then Neo. His hand was a blaster, pointing in his direction. It seemed to power on, a small ball of energy forming. Sans moved out of the way, an expert at dodging he was, and saw the tiny ball fire. A voice cackled, and Sans whirled around to meet Flowey, who had appeared only a few feet away from him. "Haha, look at this! You really think that after what you did, Neo would be okay? And you broke into his house." Flowey made a tsk-tsk sound. "That's bad, Sans. You know, you should probably leave, leave Neo to... Whatever is happening to him. It's for the best, anyway. Doesn't he belong somewhere else?" He cooed, a devilish smile plastered on his face. "Now, I must go back to my own business." He said, popping up close to Neo's bed. A thorny vine snaked out from under the bed, and wrapped around Neo's soul. Neo screamed, his body going rigid as the life was being sucked out of him. "Oh, what a nice dream you were having. More like a memory. Sans, sweetie, should you call for help? Maybe... I don't know, try to get me off of him? Not just stand there, horrified? Be a nice little boyfriend, and run along." He waved a leaf, in a good-bye manner. "Neo." Sans said, reaching out. Flowey grinned, his vine untangling itself from Neo's soul. Oil leaked out of it, from multiple puncture marks left in it. Neo drew a few ragged breaths, and seemed to power down again. "Oh dear." Flowey said. "This isn't very fun, is it? Normally he gets up and starts trying to kill me, screaming everyone's name. Guess I'm beginning to drain him dry." He said, shrugging. Sans shuffled over to Neo, and picked him up. He was surprisingly light now, as if all metal he had was changed to aluminum foil. Shaking, Sans walked down the stairs and walking to the main room. Neo stiffened when he walked past the knives, and Sans guessed he was still conscious, but couldn't see or speak. Just feel. Sans knew how that felt. He avoided most obstacles, reaching the door, and almost opening it before remembering that he had to walk out into the open, where a bunch of humans were probably at the small plaza close to where Neo now lived. He had to walk through that, carrying a slowly dying robot. He took a deep breath, and opened the door.
"What the-" he heard someone say as he walked through the small open area. "Should I call 911?" A girl asked her mom. She snickered. "Maybe a mechanic." Sans turned to them. "Maybe you should shut up." It bothered him, how many times he was teased about needing to go to a funeral home. The lady frowned, grabbing the girl's hand and walking away. He could see Neo's mouth tugging in a small smile. His blaster clinked against the ground, making more sound than needed. The last thing Sans wanted was to gather attention. He continued to walk along, his brisk pace quickening as he neared the exit. Oil stained his clothes, and he knew that for once his favorite jacket would need to be cleaned. Finally, by walking as fast as he could, as he didn't know if running would hurt the robot, he reached Alphys. "Hey Al." He said as he walked in. "Neo here... Is in pain?" He said as the dinosaur turned around. "Oh. Ohhhh." She said, running over. "You got him out, but I didn't know he was... Like this. Has he been hurting himself? Look at all those scratches on his soul, oh my god..." She said, rubbing the cracked case and touching Neo's soul. Neo tensed again, and Alphys managed a small smile. "Okay. He'll be fine if he can still feel. His body is trying to shut down so it can heal, but I guess he doesn't want to...? It's happened to Mettaton before... So... Yeah..." She trailed off, looking sadly at Neo. "I'll take him from here. This'll only take a few minutes. And I should probably get some bandages on his soul. Everything will be okay." She said, looking at the leaking oil. "Everything.. Will... Be okay..." She repeated, as if she almost didn't mean it. She held out her arms, and gingerly Sans but him into her arms. She walked into the hall, and Sans waited by the door. He'd be okay.
Right?

[sorry I need to get the story moving so this isn't as good as I hoped it would be. And also sorry for Neo getting hurt so easily just remember in genocide he dies by one hit so]