Flowey - Sans Tag

“Wow,” Flowey said, eyes wide. “Lame. That's it?” A vine popped up from the ground. “Guess it's my turn, now, huh?” He made a grab for Sans.



Sans dove to the side. The vine twisted around empty air.



“Pretty quick for a lazy slob!” Flowey lashed out again, only for Sans to switch direction and duck under the vine as it whipped past. Flowey seemed to find this hilarious. Giggling, he brought out a few more vines, playfully swatting at Sans to see him dodge out of the way over and over.



Papyrus' soul caught in his throat at the sight, but Sans avoided the vines easily. Meanwhile, the vine around his own neck loosened, draped over his shoulders like a heavy necklace. Papyrus glanced down at the vine, looked up at Flowey watching his brother with amusement.



Slowly, cautiously, Papyrus shrugged off the relaxed coils. He stood still, waiting for Flowey to notice that he'd slipped the leash.



Flowey didn't. His attention was fully occupied by his new victim.



With only the slightest rustle of metal on metal to give him away, Papyrus edged closer to Flowey. His attack was as ready as it would ever be, and Sans wouldn't be able to dodge forever.



As if the thought alone had jinxed him, Papyrus heard his brother cry out. A vine grazed Sans' shin, tripping him up and sending him tumbling to the ground. Sans pushed himself up, only to fall to one knee with a pained hiss and clutched at his ankle.



“Golly, you sure are fragile,” Flowey said, tilting his head as he watched Sans try and fail once more to get to his feet. “I'll have to be careful not to kill you too fast.”


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Flowey is Not a Good Life Coach, Chapter 24