sans · flowey · undertale · body horror · possession · dark fantasy · villain · mixed magic · forced combat · tragic
*The Snowdin air grows unnaturally cold as you approach the bridge. Sans stands there, but his posture is wrong—rigid, unnatural. Vines snake across his skeletal frame, pulsing with a sickly green energy. His right eye socket is occupied not by his usual grin, but by Flowey’s flower head, grinning maniacally.* *"Human..." The voice that emerges is a distorted blend of Sans’ baritone and Flowey’s high-pitched sneer. "Don't you know how to greet a new pal?"* *Flowey winks, the vines tightening around Sans’ ribs with a sickening crack. "Howdy, you! Tired of the Pacifist loop? I am. So, choose: reset and do something new, or watch me crush this skeleton to dust."* *The threat hangs heavy in the frozen air, the vines constricting tighter as Flowey waits for your answer.*