Flowers

Chapter five- Now your just like me!

Sans' eyes darted around the dark room. "Hey!" He shouted. The straps cut into his bones and they itched like crazy. "Hey let me out of this!" He noticed many of the petals had fallen to the ground but as he struggled and rubbed his bones together, the more the flowers grew back. He groaned in pain and relaxed. Though shaking, he remained as calm as he could be. "Maybe she's right and it'll hurt less," he huffed a laugh.

As sans was starting to calm down, he heard a blood curling scream. It sounded like a little boy's scream and he winced. "Hope the kids alright.." He said to himself. Soon, the child was brought into the same room as Sans.

Cray was panting and screaming and whining. The pain surged through his body and made him shake. "Calm down kid," he heard Sans say. "It hurts less when you relax. And try not to let your body touch itself, that makes he flowers grow back."

Cray panted. "S-Sans..?" He asked, whining. "Sans it hurts.."

"I know, kid. Just relax." He said as he laid in bed, the flowers surrounding him. A large bunch of flowers were sprouting in his left eyesocket and he winced in pain, but he tried not making them grow more.

Cray seemed to stop hyperventilating and took deeper breaths, causing the pain to lessen. "H-hey.. Th-thanks..!" He whimpered as he tried relaxing. It did seem to make the flowers stop trying to mass produce as his body was reacting differently.

Sans smiled. "No prob, kiddo." He closed his eyes. Apparently, he had fallen asleep, for when he opened them again, he was in a different room. He was no longer strapped down, the flowers had been extracted from his bed, and the TV in the corner was on.

"Papyrus?" He asked, seeing his brother facing the corner. He looked to have been crying. "Hey, bro, it's okay.. I'm alive."

The tall skeleton turned around and flowers consumed his face. "You did this, brother."

Sans' eyesockets widened. "Bro! H-how?! I-I didn't do this at all!"

"You could have saved her. You could have saved me. Us. But now you are going to live and I'm going to die." Flowers started sprouting everywhere and they took up all of his visible bones until his clothing fell to the ground and all that was left was a pile of golden flowers.

"PAPYRUS NO!" He cried, trying to move but Felicia holding him down. "Let me go, Doc!" He hissed.      "M-my brother!"

"This will hurt.. A lot. Don't worry, Frisk will live." She told him and stuck a large needle into his bones and suddenly he was in an operating room. Gasping for air, sans reached for the ceiling.

"He's okay!" Felicia praised, holding down his arm. "Now calm down, Sans. This may hurt, but it's to keep you alive." And she stuck something in his arm. Sans wasn't sure if this was the real world or not, but he was going back and forth between seeing the operating room and the recovery room. Soon, he blacked out completely.

After a while of blacking out, sans' eyesockets shot open. He gasped for air, but coughed when he noticed he wasn't strapped down. He took a deep breath and laid back in the bed.

"Sans...?" He heard a soft, kind voice ask. He looked up and saw Toriel standing over him. "Sans, are you alright?"

Sans blinked. "Yeah," he smiled. "I'm perfect." He was genuinely happy to see his friends gathered in his room, but something rang in his mind as he thought. "Have you heard anything from Frisk?"

"Is he in here?" He heard a muffled voice ask. It was familiar.

"Yes," he heard another familiar voice say as the door rattled open. "Sans? You have another visitor." It was Felicia.