"Really? Back so soon?" The flower giggled, tilting his head innocently. It had been nowhere near as long as it had been last time. He was lucky this time; it wouldn't take as long for someone to come play with him again.

"Shut it, weed. I need a favor," Sans growled, unwilling to put up with any of the flower's nonsense. He had a purpose, and he was going to achieve it.

"Aw, someone's a little grumpy," Flowey tilted his head the other direction, a disgustingly sweet smile adorning his face. It had been quite some time since he last had been able to tease someone and have fun. Frisk had quickly grown boring after the first three or four resets, but this was a new face trying to start over. Maybe it would actually get interesting this time.

"I'm not here to mess around. I just want you to reset so we can be done with this," Sans sighed, emotionally exhausted already.

"Is there something in it for your best buddy, Flowey?" The flower batted his eyes childishly at Sans, hidden malice no doubt behind his friendly voice.

"Listen, you'll have someone to play your stupid 'game' or whatever. Now come on, just do it," Sans insisted in frustration.

Flowey hesitated as if deciding whether or not resetting was really in his best interest. It had already been done so many times before that he was getting tired of his own game. He wanted something new, something exciting, something that had never happened before. The old pattern of the human saving the monsters was old already, and he did not want to be killed again like he was that one time. It was an unpleasant experience, to say the least. But maybe he could sway the human to join with him next time? It was definitely a possibility, and probably his best chance at amusement. Best of all, he might even be able to get Chara back. Oh, how fun that would be!

"You're lucky that I'm feeling generous today," he giggled, "Don't worry, your old pal has you covered."

"About time," Sans grumbled.

"See ya!" Flowey chuckled one last time, a final eerie sound, and winked, sticking out his tongue. Sans sighed as the world went black.

He was far too used to this.
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You must have dozed off while you laid, stubbornly determined not to fall asleep under any circumstances, because it was bright outside when you woke. The sun shone brilliantly through your window, bathing your room in light. You turned on your side to shield your face from it, but there was no denying the truth. Morning had broken, and you were miserable.

There really wasn't a particular reason why you had such a feeling of complete loathing for life, at least none that you could think of. Your night had been pleasant, more pleasant than any you could remember, and you could finally live at peace with yourself. It had been so hard to stop burying what you were afraid to feel, but it was liberating to now admit with complete transparency that you loved Mettaton.

Wait, not that. You hadn't decided on that yet. That was just a mental typo, your brain getting ahead of itself. Imagination rapidly spiralled out of control when you allowed it and you had almost let it right then. You weren't sure if you loved him yet, but you were definitely certain that you did not want to be just his friend. Sort of. Maybe.

Damn your anxiety-fueled indecisiveness. You wanted a relationship with Mettaton. End of story, no more mental discussion. You refused to allow your brain to psych you out of this. It was what you wanted, and it was time to stop denying it. Now you could either lay there and allow your mind to run rampant with what-ifs or  get out of bed, ignore that feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach, and start this fan-freaking-tastic day already.

You decided on the latter, springing yourself out of the mattress with energy and enthusiasm that you didn't even know you possessed in you at such an early hour and sauntered out of your room, feeling every bit as confident as a butterfly fresh out of the cocoon.

The house was quiet, almost eerily so. None of your living companions were up and about as was typical of weekday mornings, but you still felt as if it was too silent, too still, too bright and cheery and beautifully golden outside. Something was just plainly wrong.

At the moment you thought that, a frantic knocking was on your door, and you were startled. Why was anyone this desperate for you to open the door at this hour? More confused than anything, and with that pulsating thought of, 'Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong,' still in your head, you opened the door slowly.

"Dad? Again? What the... you were just here yesterday?" You trailed off in your question as you noticed the state that your father was in. You had the oddest sense of deja vu.

He mumbled something repeatedly under his breath, the same words over and over and over and over, so many times that they barely had meaning anymore. His left arm was raw, small red blotches over the skin and blood staining the nails of his right hand, unceasingly scratching away the skin. His eyes were welled with tears and his nose ran mucus down to his bruised chin. None of this he seemed to notice, only continuing to mumble the words so low you couldn't hear.

Your jaw had dropped and you covered your mouth with your hand, trying your best not to sob along with him. Fear raced through you and you wanted nothing more than to lay down on the ground and curl up and cry and cry and cry until you could no longer. You had to take a few moments to calm yourself down enough to pull his hand away from his bleeding arm and hold it firmly in both of your own, heart breaking as he yelled out in protest, still unable to say anything but what he had been.

"She's gone! She's gone! She's gone!"
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A/N: If you can, stop hating the father. Just because he clashed with the reader doesn't mean that he's automatically bad. He just wanted his daughter back. He lost her for months and then found her. He didn't want to lose her again.

Just wanted to clear that up because it was really frustrating to see everyone acting so hatefully towards him as a character, especially when you all haven't even met the real evil in the duology yet.