[It's for the best that Papyrus is there, before his presence is the guiding force that prevents Sans from just interrupting Flowey's explanation with some kind of preventative violence. He's heard this before, he feels like. He's heard so many lies for this flower, and with the ability to rewrite time, he would have had ample time to build and alibi.
And yet, none of this feels new.
Sans wavers on his feet, going limp at the knees, his free hand pressing to his skill as his thoughts begin to race, and excess of information cluttering his mind. It's always there, behind closed doors. More memories than he can comprehend, ready to tear his head apart ever time he tries to analyze them too closely.
Has he heard this one before? Trying to piece it together, to narrow it down to a few specific timelines - it's difficult. He has asked the Ringmaster to allow him to remember everything, and she had. Even now, three years later, he's still feeling the impact of how big of a mistake that might have been.
Had Flowey told Papyrus this story before?]
You...
[He makes a pained sound, his grip on Papyrus the only thing keeping him from falling to the ground. Most of his eyes have closed in a grimace, except one, blazing blue and gold. The bones retract, but just as quickly, form a wall between Flowey and the two of them.]
St-Stay away from us. That's your only warning.
[His tail has gotten uncomfortably tight around Papyrus's leg.]
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And yet, none of this feels new.
Sans wavers on his feet, going limp at the knees, his free hand pressing to his skill as his thoughts begin to race, and excess of information cluttering his mind. It's always there, behind closed doors. More memories than he can comprehend, ready to tear his head apart ever time he tries to analyze them too closely.
Has he heard this one before? Trying to piece it together, to narrow it down to a few specific timelines - it's difficult. He has asked the Ringmaster to allow him to remember everything, and she had. Even now, three years later, he's still feeling the impact of how big of a mistake that might have been.
Had Flowey told Papyrus this story before?]
You...
[He makes a pained sound, his grip on Papyrus the only thing keeping him from falling to the ground. Most of his eyes have closed in a grimace, except one, blazing blue and gold. The bones retract, but just as quickly, form a wall between Flowey and the two of them.]
St-Stay away from us. That's your only warning.
[His tail has gotten uncomfortably tight around Papyrus's leg.]
Got it?