FlowerPetals (A Flowerfell Fanfic) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 7: The Skelebros' Argument

You finally had enough energy to speak again. You woke up, looking at the two brothers, staring at each other looking clueless.

I thought you said Papyrus was dead, Sans. How is he here...?

"I... I don't know it just, Poof! Tada, he's here! I don't know this kinda sorcery shit. I'm not a magical magician that knows all this stupid crap. HOW THE F*CK AM I SUPPOSE TO KNOW, KIDDO?" Sans freaked out, holding his head in confusion.

Papyrus stared at him, squinting his eyes. Somehow, he's not furious at all, maybe because he swears too. "What do you mean, I'm dead, Sans?" Papyrus questioned him, feeling suspicious.

Please stop fighting, maybe this was a misunderstanding. Let's work everything out. Okay, let's starts with Papyrus, what happened?

Papyrus kept quiet and looked down at the floor. He does not really quite seemed to have the answer. You wondered why. He then sighed and faced you, wondering why are you having so many flowers around you, seeing you so bloody from the incident lately.

"Why is the human so bloody? YOU TORTURED HER DIDN'T YOU, SANS?" Papyrus asked Sans, he began perspiring profusely in front of his 'Boss'. "Explain."

You know what, just, stop. And Papy, he didn't torture me. It's just, the... Overgrowth. And, Sans is freaking out as usual in front of Boss so, let's just talk it out, okay?

"Whatdya mean 'Just talk it out', kid? He's ALIVE and this Overgrowth shit is starting to make me furious. How the hell is this gonna help my stupid a** problem? Whatcha gonna say, kiddo?" Sans told you a jumble of words, sometimes you don't even understand. Yes, you do want to talk it out but, this was not going as planned. You strolled to a rock, and sat down. You tried to brainstorm your ideas but it was worthless.

Maybe there is nothing we can do. Maybe Sans' right, there's nothing we can do. This problem sinks me right down to the bone. It's just like a broken pencil, it's pointless. I bet all of this is a misteak, since I haven't eaten anything. You gave a smirk. You still giggled at your own joke for no reason, even though you were suffering. You covered you mouth trying you best not to laugh. I'm.. So sorry... I couldn't help it!

Sans was just staring at you, blankly. Papyrus and Flowey was raging, furiously. Their face turning red, like ketchup. Sans began to snicker, "Kid, why the f*ck. Why." He bursted into laughter. "I'm so f*cking proud of ya. Shit."

"I THOUGH THIS WAS A SERIOUS SITUATION. SERIOUS!" Papyrus was raging. Immediately, he turned red, very red. "SANS, THIS WAS YOU'RE FAULT. F*CK YOU!"

Let's stop with the curse words, okay? I'm sorry I had to do that, I was sad and-

"Kid, there's no need for you to saying sorry," Sans paused then bursted into laughter, again. "B-Boss, I'm extremely sorry, dude." He then snickered.

Flowey was just staring, right into Sans' eye sockets. "I HATE YOU, FRISK. YOU FOLLOWED THAT STUPID SMILEY TRASHBAG. AAAAAAAHHHHH."

I guess everyone's freaking out, huh? You looked at your hands. Is this really how I'm supposed to end...? You just gave a smile, and collapsed.

"K-Kid? Oh shit, we did a bad thing," Sans looked at you, lying down on the snowy floor. Covered with all your blood.