Shadows Of Remorse (CreepyPasta x Undertale)

Chapter 18 - Was he a CreepyPasta?

His birthday went better than he expected.

The others inside of the mansion didn't throw a full on party, they didn't even decorate, thankfully. Well, except for the man in the wall, someone put a birthday hat on his head that gave Sans a good chuckle when he saw it. There was no homemade birthday cakes, and when Sans saw the state of the kitchen, he could see why.

There was a lot of burnt cakes in the trash, and the stove was missing entirely with a broken window next to it.

He could only guess what happened to the stove and the window.

They didn't sing happy birthday, and that was also a good thing. They didn't treat birthdays like normal people did, they treated them in their own style. The cake was a bust, sure, but they did their own things to show Sans they knew him and cared about him, Sans's room showered with their gifts now. It was a good thing they didn't try to throw a big party, no one inside the house would have liked that. Maybe Sally, but that was it.

However, Sans wasn't really sure what to do about Flowey. After he gave the information, Flowey didn't leave, he asked to stick around and watch. Maybe it was the desire to be around people that finally understood where he was, or maybe it was the desire to watch more closely, but either way he was sticking around the house.

Was Flowey a CreepyPasta?

Now that Sans thought about it, he did share some similarities with the others. They all seemed to have tragic pasts that changed them as people, they were all killers as a result of what happened to them, and they all hated other people. Flowey could be a CreepyPasta, he could pull off a terrifying face and could kill a few people.

Flowey even stayed at the house past the day, curling into an old flower pot on the dresser in his room that Sans managed to find. There was no point in worrying about Flowey killing him while he slept, Sans was a light sleeper and he was faster and stronger. Even if Flowey did manage to kill Sans, he would have to deal with the serial killers in the household that would be angry. It was unusual to fall asleep easily in the same room of someone he used to hate, and it was even weirder to wake up and find that the yellow flower didn't even make an attempt to try and snoop or kill him.

There was no need to anymore. Flowey couldn't report the killers to the police, he still was a threat to monster kind, and the humans had already been warned about him, which was why the humans didn't go underground. And Sans had no reason to kill Flowey, his reign of resets was over, and he hated Frisk's resets just as much as Sans did.

That's how he ended up with the flower curled up around his arm, the pedals tickling the side of his skull as he looked through the fridge to try and figure out what to make for breakfast without a stove. To think that the flower could easily reach over with a vine and kill him right there should be terrifying, but it wasn't. Flowey never managed to kill him, and right now they were more allied than ever.

There was no need to kill one another, right now they both hated all of the other monsters.

This wasn't exactly the first time they had been on the same side, as they had both fought against Frisk during the resets. In fact, Sans could even remember one timeline where they had talked about the possibility of teaming up to stop them. Quickly that was discarded, as they realized that it would show that they had history and it would only make Frisk more curious. Follow the usual timeline and usual actions, and eventually the human would get bored. It was just a waiting game, really, they couldn't beat someone that determined. At the time, their hatred towards one another was still brewing, so they only allied against Frisk.

Now, it was different.

"Oh great, the flowers still here," Jeff grunted, walking into the kitchen.