(Papyrus is sitting in the snowdin forest with flowey)Flow: wowey papyrus! That was a good story! Soooooo, how is your brother? Pap: what do you mean? Flow: your brother, how is he doing? you haven't told him yet, have you? Pap: huh? he's good, and..no, I haven't Flow: good *smiles* Pap: you know flowey, lying isnt very nice Flow: But papyrus, you lie all the time and so does your brother Pap: Sans doesn't lie and I olny lie because you tell me to Flow: oh im so sorry Pap: Flowey...can i tell you something? Flow: you can tell me anything papyrus Pap: I...I dont think we should be friends anymore Flow: but papyrus, you need me Pap: no i don't Flow: papyrus why are you so mean? Pap: Im not mean! Flow: you're yelling at me! Pap: no im not-! I...I'm sorry *sigh* I just need to go home, make some spaghetti and relax (Flowey wraps vines around papyrus' rist)Pap: h-hey! (He wraps vines all around him) Flow: wow papyrus, your pretty tangled up! Pap: l-let me go! Flow: sorry papyrus, I can't do that, you need to learn your lesson (he wraps a vine around his neck) Pap: I can't breath.. Flow: we need to see how much pain you can take so you can get into the royal guard Pap: huh? (flowey wraps a vine aroud his arm and snaps it. Papyrus lets out a scream of pain and then a gasp. A memory came to him. A memory that only lasted a second, but what papyrus saw in that split second was a person in a lab coat with a broken skeletons arm. He couldnt reconize them but his train of thought was interrupted by a shadow with a bright flaming blue eye. A zap passed by flowey that startled him and made him run off, releasing papyrus. Sans runs to papyrus who was lying on the ground crying)Sans: are you alright?! Pap: I-I'm fine... (sans starts to heal him) sans: your not fine papyrus and you're not hanging out with him anymore Pap: i know...were not friends anymore Sans: good
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proposition
KurzgeschichtenI know it's been a while since I've done a story here but I'm back with another Handplates story. I called this story proposition because this my proposition of what I think will happen in the future of handplates.