FlowerPetals (A Flowerfell Fanfic) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 8: Collapsing Memories

Hello, Mercy here. So I'm literally re-writing this whole message again because I'm on holiday and the Wi-Fi sucks so it didn't save my progress, blah blah blah. Let's just get on to the message.

I would like to credit this author here - DragonzRawesomE because she inspired me to do this and also gave me the idea. The original idea was from her so go check her out. If you're too lazy to click that, here's the book that I love Little Things - Sans x Frisk yes, it's a Frans book but all her other books are amazing. That's all, enjoy! (The song is nearly at the last part if you're curious)

You were being rushed to Sans' and Papyrus' house. You heard a sudden shriek, it was coming from Papyrus.

"Brother! Help me! It's trying to-"
Papyrus' words was being interrupted by a creature, which was humongous and slimy. It swallowed him up with one gulp, and faded away. It left tiny petals of Buttercups behind. You can't seem to describe how Sans' feelings are. He seemed emotionless.

You were still really exhausted from what happened. Your memories slowly began to fade away. Sans looked at you, in despair. Flowey was just chucked in between his pockets, feeling worried too. You've never seen them so concerned about you all your life. You treasure every second of it.

Eventually, you've reached his house. You saw droplets of blood, everywhere. Even in the kitchen. You wanted to ask Sans what happened, but you didn't want to hurt his feelings so you cancelled that thought off.

Sans brought you to Papyrus' room, since he was gone you let you to occupy his. His room was sparkling clean, not even a single stain was there. I guess he's really responsible. Then you realised that his action figures were gone missing. Where are they? You thought, mumbling to yourself.

You strolled out of Papyrus' room and headed to the kitchen. You opened the fridge and there was a couple bottles of mustard and left over spaghetti. You was frozen to the fridge, you assumed that it had been there for a long time.

You saw a note on the left over spaghetti, it said, "IF A HUMAN COMES BY, LET THEM KNOW THAT THIS IS SPAGHETTI FOR THEM. AND SANS, PICK UP YOUR DAMN SOCK YOU LAZYBONES!" Signed by Papyrus. You shed a tear as you remembered the kindness he has given you the past few timelines.

While you were sleeping in Papyrus' bed, you heard a door knob turn. It was coming from Sans' room. He walked out and closed the quietly, he wasn't acting as his normal self (where he doesn't care about any shit). You slowly but carefully, turned the door knob open. You didn't want Sans to know. You went out of the room quickly and closed the door. "Where are you going to?" Flowey asked, raising his left brow.

Shush, I'm going to see when he's going. Keep quiet, okay? You whispered really quietly to Flowey. He nodded with agreement.

Sans had left the door open. Yes. Perfect. You went out of the door, slipping through the gap it left. Perfect slip, not even a single movement from it. You somehow felt like you're stalking Sans.

You still had your terrible headache, but you still continued to follow him. Your feet tried to follow the rhythm Sans' footsteps were making so he wouldn't realise that you're there. You we're looking down at his sneakers all the time, but you didn't realised that there was a twig heading your way. You stepped on the twig, it made a satisfying snap. Sans stopped for a moment. You began to worry.

You swiftly hid behind the bushes.  You were lucky that you were fast enough so he didn't see you. He turned his back around, somehow making his bones crack. You tried your best not to get satisfied. He shrugged and moved on. You gave out a sigh of relief.

You're still struggling to keep up with his pace. He's walking faster than usual, you wondered why is he in a hurry. Maybe there was something important, but you don't even have a clue.

After a few good long hours, you can't take the numbness in your legs anymore. Sans doesn't look tired at all, he didn't even break a sweat. He would usually faint by now, guess not. With all the tiredness, you screamed as loud as you can. He turned his back. He stared at you in confusion.

"Were you following me the whole time, kiddo?" He snickered for a moment. "Wow, you must be really curious to where I'm going, eh?"

You just remembered something important. Flowey! Oh no no no no. Sans, we've gotta help Flowey. He's at home a-and he may be i-in trouble and-

Sans cut off your speech. "Don't worry, I got him here." He took Flowey out of his pocket, he was struggling to hop out of Sans' hand.

"Let. Me. Go. You stupid trashbag!" Flowey shouted, still struggling to be set free. Sans let out a small grin. "Hey! Don't smile at me like that!"

You snickered a little, but you still felt confused because of what's happening at the moment. Can we just go back home... ~

You collapsed, with a loud thud. You continued bleeding as usual, but the headache had gotten worse. The Overgrowth grew stronger and flowers began to clump all over you.

"Holy crap, I did something hell bad," Sans admitted, but you didn't know what it was. Your eyes began to close and your breath became shorter. "Shit, don't die yet, kid."

He put Flowey into his pocket and carried you up. In a flash, he teleported to his house. You felt a sudden chill down your spine as you began to grow colder.

"Stay here. And Don't. Go. Anywhere. Promise," Sans tried to make you feel comfortable on the couch. Your final moments were drawing near. When he wanted to get you a pillow from Papyrus' room you called him.

Sans, wait. He paused for a few heartbeats. "What is it, kid? We don't have a lot time, well, you don't have a lot of time." Sans raised a brow. "Hurry up."

Cmere, please. For me. Sans rushed down to your side, you leaned closer. "Tell me, what do you need."

You began to sing a song.

"Take, my hand..."

"Take my whole life too..."

You smiled in between

"For I, can't help..."

"Falling in love..."

"With... You..."

As your smile began to fade away, your soul followed it too.