A Girl Who He "Hates": Sans X Reader (Warning: Bad Puns, Feels, and Puns!)

Homicidal Flower, Ruins, and Dust.

Y/n's POV

I woke up and stood, but ended up having to drop to my knees, as unbearable pain shot through my body. I looked at the golden flower in front of me and sat. "You're lucky, aren't you?" I sigh, stroking its petals. "You have a nice, simple life. Lucky you." I let my hand fall to the ground after stroking the plant for a while. I close my eyes, tilting my head up, and deeply inhaling through my nose. I open my eyes and exhale, looking back down, only to see that the flower now had a smiling, unmoving face. "Cute. Real cute," I mumble softly, stroking the other flowers' petals.

"Cute?!" A voice exclaims, causing me to jump a little. I look around, suprised. "I. Am. Not. Cute!!! Arrgh!!!" The voice screams, and I look at the flower. It looks angry at me. Then, it just sighs and smiles a fake smile. "Ahem... Howdy! I'm Flowey! Flowey the-"

"It's fake," I say, cutting him off.

"What's fake?" He askes, clearly annoyed.

"Your smile," I reply.
"
Whatever. Take these 'friendliness pellets'!" He says, as white bullets fly towards me. I shrug, and take one it stings. "You-" he stops to see me take them all willingly even after my experience with he first. I turn to him.

"Thanks. Can I have more?" I ask sweetly, as he stares at me suprised.

Flowey's POV

She took them. She asked for more... what is she doing? Why? Suddenly she asks sweetly, "Can you please kill me?" I was suprised. Then, I had an idea.

"No, I can do better!" I say, and she looks at me eagerly. I heal her. "I can make you continue in this hell," I laugh, and dive away.

Y/n's POV

I frown deeply, letting a few tears loose. I sniffle, then wipe my tears away. Fine. I'll play your game Flowey. And I'll win. But it won't be hell, no, but it won't be heaven. I'll lock my emotions away. I walk through a door, and begin exploring the new place that I'm at. I meet a few monsters. Froggit, Moldsmal, Whimsum.

All of which hate me, even though I did nothing to them and wouldn't fight them. I sighed, approaching a dead tree, leaves scattered around it. I see a small house and approach it. Once I'm inside, I explore a little. I had seen all of the house except for downstairs. I tip-toe down the steps, which lead to a long hallway. I tread down it, and see a door ahead.

Shimmering white dust is piled on the floor near it. I felt sad looking at it and scoop it into a vase, like ashes of a beloved ancestor. I smile at the vase, with sadness, and simpathy. "You're welcome, mysterious person..." I whisper, opening the door.