**** Warning PTSD****
I promise this is the last of the bad mental health for a few chapters. but I had to put it in, it just made sense.
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Chapter 7- Flashbacks
Flowey watched, mouth agape as Papyrus stepped out of the house. 'Oh tell me he wasn't THAT stupid.' Flowey thought to himself as he watched the taller skeleton walk further and further from the home and into town. Did Papyrus honestly think that leaving the baby in the home ALONE with Sans in one of his 'moods' was a good idea?
Flowey raced round the back of the house and through a vent just below the porch window. He hastily made his way through the underfloor heating pipes and into the lounge. the lights were off and the place was trashed. Downstairs was all but torn apart. Furniture flipped, picture frames smashed, boards on windows broken. If Flowey didn't know any better he would have thought someone had broken in. Screams erupted from above. Flowey raced toward the noise. Reaching his vines up he tried to wrench the door open but something was holding it shut. More screams sounded alongside San's garbled words. Flowey pressed his head against the door to listen closer; a deep frown on his face. He couldn't make out all of it but; oh god, it wasn't was it? “ Our reports showed a massive anomaly in the time-space continuum. Timelines jumping left and right, stopping and starting Until suddenly, everything ends.
Heh heh heh. . .
That's your fault, isn't it?
You can't understand how this feels. Knowing that one day, without any warning, It's all going to be reset.” Flowey panicked. It was; It was that damned corridor speech.
Climbing up the wall he threw himself into the air vent, slithered through the small duct and burst through the grate into Sans's room. There against the door was Sans, towering over the Baby bones with the darkest look Flowey had ever seen. Flowey reached out and pulled the little one to him, growing in size and coiling around her protectively like a snake. Sans jumped back in shock, a wall of bones materializing in front of him. “BACK OFF SMILEY TASHBAG!” Flowey yelled, forcing Sans into a stunned silence. A look of confusion and recognition crossed Sans's face, but it didn't last long.
Like this Flowey towered over Sans and now he was close enough he could tell Sans was definitely not in his right mind. His eyes were red and glazed over, he was talking to people who weren't there, He was shaking uncontrollably. A flashback?
Flowey thought quickly. The skeleton was blocking the only exit. He couldn't attack, that would only provoke Sans and in this sate he was far too unpredictable; something WOULD go wrong. He couldn't reset. The baby bones was new and he had no idea what that would mean for her; if he did there was a chance she may not exist at all. She wriggled in his grip sobbing. Flowey gritted his teeth. There was only one thing he could do.
He took a deep breath and softened his tone.
“Sm- Sans, Sans, can you hear me?” A bone came hurtling towards him. He dodged it with ease. It was a half hearted attempt to keep distance; But at least it was something. It proved Sans wasn't completely far gone. “Sans, listen. You're not there... You're not there... You're home... You're safe. Papyrus is safe.” Recognition began to cross Sans's face once more and stayed this time. He looked up to Flowey with tear filled eyes. “She's not them Sans... She's not them... Their not here... You're here... What do you see Sans?” Sans looked around the room slightly confused. Flowey waited patiently in silence for him to answer.
Sans took shaky breaths as he surveyed his surroundings. his eyes began to uncloud and whiten, his angered expression dropping.
“I-I'm... in my room” He replied to the flower, tears streaming down his face.
“That's good... what else?”
“I-It's dark... You're here a-and * Gasp *” Sans clamped his hands over his mouth. full realization hit him and he collapsed against the door in a ball of sobs; knees pulled to his chest, hands clutching the back of his head which lay on his knees. “Oh god. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't-” he sobbed uncontrollably curling up more into himself.
Flowey stared down at him, sympathy filling his non existent soul. He understood what it was like. PTSD was hell to go through. He had been the same in the early days after his death. It had taken a long time for him to regain some of his former self.
Flowey relaxed a little and loosened his grip on the baby bones. She wriggled and peaked over the tangle of vines to get a better look at Sans. Quickly she escaped Flowey's grasp and rushed over to him. Flowey flailed to grab her but she was too fast. All he could do was watch in stunned silence. Stopping at arms reach she kneeled beside the sobbing skeleton. Cautiously she reached out a hand to him, stopping just close enough for him to see past his arms. Sans looked up at the tiny hand and considered it for a moment. Slowly he reached for it and pulled her into his lap.
“I'm sorry” he said through shaky breaths as he held her tightly. “I'm sorry”.
She shushed him and stroked the back of his head. A green calming light filled the room.
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