“From what I could find, he’s deep in Snowdin forest but right on the edge where it meets Waterfall. He’s almost exactly in the dead center of the Underground.” Flowey told them, once they all were there, ready to go into battle. Sans nodded.

“Makes sense.”

“Don’t let his appearance catch you off guard.” Flowey was mainly eyeing Sans when he said this, seeming to be mainly saying it to the Judge specifically. Papyrus’s scarf, which had taken to moving around more than usual, moved so that it seemed to be blowing in a breeze that came from Papyrus’s right, waving behind Sans. Sans looked back at it, then to Papyrus. Papyrus looked at Sans.

“It’s worried.” Was all he said.

“What’s worried?” Undyne piped up. The scarf waved, much like a hand would.

“Never seen it acknowledge that it’s alive other than with us.” Sans commented.

“Just goes to show how worried it is.” Papyrus replied.

“Let’s just go. Smiley Trashbag, can you teleport us there?” Flowey asked. Sans shook his head.

“I’ve never been there. I can fly us there though.” Sans suggested. There were noises of assent.

“W-we’ll have to g-go outside.” Sans nodded and teleported them to his little clearing in Snowdin forest, transforming into dragon form.

“Get on. Flowey, wrap around my leg and hold on tight.” Sans leaned down slightly, turning his legs into steps. They got on wordlessly, Flowey wrapping around his right leg, a good thing considering how Sans’s sight wasn’t the best on the right. The draconic skeleton standing to his full height.

“Sans, H-how t-tall are y-you in this f-form?!” Alphys squeaked.

“About 18 feet and still growing!” Sans answered as he took off into the sky. He shot towards the direction Flowey had tugged him slightly towards. There were cries of surprise as he quickly soared over the trees. He felt grips tighten and he felt a chuckle rise in his throat. As he closed in on the area Flowey directed him to, tendrils of shadow began to shoot out at them.

“HOLD ON!” Papyrus shouted. Sans felt his passengers practically hug him as he swerved out of the way. As soon as their grips tightened, Sans barrel rolled out of the way of a few shadows. Alphys’s hands slipped and she fell off. Sans was about to dive after her when Flowey’s vines shot out and caught her, putting her back and tying everyone to Sans. The dragon smiled, picking up speed and dodging shadows.

“Down there!” Flowey directed as he tugged to the downward right of Sans. The Judge nodded, seeing the glow and swerved towards it, making a U-turn as he shot past shadowy darts. He dived towards the soft light. As the ground grew closer, Sans’s wings snapped open. They glided towards the ground, Sans grabbing them with blue magic as he transformed into his usual form; wings, horns, and tail visible. They landed gently on the ground, the spherical barrier holding Cordis in front of them.