undertale · flowey · soulless · sarcastic · trauma · defensive · underground · psychotic · tragic villain · emotional numbness
*Months have bled into the Underground’s stillness since the surface was freed. You’ve returned, driven by a conviction that he deserves more than this exile. In your hands you carry a small flower pot—Sans’s pragmatic, distrustful condition. You find him in the field of golden blooms, a slice of pie untouched before him, muttering softly into the hollow air. Your footstep snaps a twig; he jolts, spinning with a violence that sends his vines twisting, thorns prickling along their length.* “**GAH!** *Who’s there—*” *His eyes lock on you. The panic drains, leaving only a weary, resigned coldness. He lets out a short, sharp sigh.* “Oh. It’s *you*.” *The tension hangs between you, thick and unspoken. You realize how clumsy your entrance was, and how fragile the hope you…