You gasped slightly, recognizing the voice. Takin' someone else's prey is practically begging for a bad time." Suddenly, the chainsaw glowed red and was yanked out of his hands, thrown far from his reach. "Hey, MT. And, of course," he revved up the weapon, "I wouldn't want to bore them-" "Tap that MERCY button all you want, darling," the four-armed cyborg taunted with a toothy grin, "but the audience demands bloodshed. Sans' red eye glowed in fury when he saw Mettaton EX towering over you with a chainsaw in his hands. Then he saw you: on the ground, covered in bruises and cuts, and convulsing violently from electric shock. He arrived on a stage, where red and white lights were flashing and mist covered the ground. "Hold on sweetheart!" Ending the call, he stood up and snapped his fingers, immediately teleporting to your location. The revering of a chainsaw followed by robotic laughter was enough to fuel Sans with rage. " O-O-One of his bombs ex-exploded in my face in the l-last reset! I-I.NO! S-STAY AWAY! Oh god.SANS!!!!" ", what do you mean you can't see?" The skeleton gritted his teeth, though he knew exactly what you meant. It only took those 5 simple words to shatter his whole world apart. "You did it, ? Thank god.I was starting to get-"īut he is cut off when he hears you.crying? Eagerly, he clicked the answer button and held it up to where his ears (if he had any) would normally be.
The sound of his ringing cell phone woke up the red-eyed skeleton, but when he recognized the caller a tidal wave of relief washed over him. He let out a shaky sighed as he sat down near your save point, awaiting your return. Once he knew you were inside the CORE, Sans' smile faltered. "I'll figure something out," you waved off, before turning around and walking away from him, ready to meet this so-called "Mettaton EX". "Best of luck buttercup~" Sans said, patting your head. The jacket made you feel warmer, and somehow safer. Sans put the jacket around your shoulders. "Take this with you," he began, letting go of you to take off his jacket, revealing his red turtleneck and black-and-red scarf. "Just.be careful, sweetheart, okay?" Sans pleaded, hugging you tightly. Thanks to them, unfortunately, you couldn't see out of your right eye anymore. "Besides," you said, "If I die I'll just meet you back here with one extra flower." You giggled, putting a hand over the right side of your face where tiny buttercups were embedded. Sans' mouth stretched slightly, as if he wanted to say something. I've always found a way to show the others mercy, so what makes you think that a crazy robot would be any different?" Smiling softly, you placed a hand on the side of his face. "Sans, slow down," you cut in, seeing red, glowing tears well up in his eye sockets. He's HIGHLY unstable.i-if he kills you then-" "You're missing the point," the skeleton grabbed you by your shoulders, "He's.he's got another form.called Mettaton EX. I know Mettaton nearly killed me when I was on his game show but." But somehow, someway, you've managed to show them kindness.and some even became your friends, while others warned you to stay away from them.īut kindness, all to often, would come with a hefty price. The 18 other flowers were from your battles with other Monsters, especially Undyne and her league of Royal Guards. The second flower appeared on your left cheek after you met Sans-a sharp-toothed, snarky skeleton with a knack for puns.or at least you learned that after he electrocuted you to death with his joy buzzer.īut nonetheless, you pretended the incident never happened and befriended Sans. Even Flowey, the timid flower you befriended, couldn't explain to you why they were appearing on you every time you reset. But you left it be since plucking it out was incredibly painful. When you woke up after resetting, you found a yellow buttercup stuck to your forehead. The first time you died was from Toriel's fireballs as they burned through your stomach, and a look of both insanity and horror crossing her features as your soul shattered into tiny pieces.
That's the number of flowers that appeared on your head, which were slowly taking over your vision. That's the number of times you've died thus far.
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