(Flowey's P.O.V.)

"What's wrong, pal? You don't like to be dunked on?"

I snapped back to reality and stared at Sans, "No, I don't. I'm not your pal."

I sighed. I really need to stop thinking about how things were before this... everything was easier... and he didn't know what I wanted to do.

"I won't let you hurt them." Sans growled, "Why are you doing this?"

I smiled, "You see... I can't feel anything. I don't feel sympathy, love, or anything."

Sans picked me up from the ground and I squirmed, "What do you know?"

"D- Asgore wants to get seven souls... I know a lot more. He used to have a wife named Toriel, but she left him..." I sighed.

He grinned, "When did she leave him?"

"After I- Asriel died..." I didn't like talking about my death...

He laughed, "That's true. Everyone was so upset. Things are better now, but... one think bothers me... you know what that is? How do you know about Asriel if you didn't exist when he was alive?"

Oh no...

If he finds out... I'm screwed.

Nobody needs to know... not after what I've become.

"I read books." I lied.

That was a terrible excuse...

"Oh, okay." He smiled.

I sighed, "What was he like?"

"I don't really know exactly, but... I DID get to see him often... I talked to him once. I remember what we talked about... He had asked why I was there all the time, at the castle. I had told him that I was a Judge. I gave people judgement based on their LOVE. I explained what LOVE and EXP were. He asked how I knew their LOVE. I told him I had an ability that allowed me to see their LOVE. If they had 1, then they were completely good. If they had any higher, they had hurt people. He then asked me to judge him, and I told him that he had 1." He recalled, sitting down and setting me next to him.

Memories flooded back of that day... when I met him. I smiled at the memory.

I stared at the ceiling, "If he was alive... what do you think he would be doing?"

(Sans' P.O.V.)

"If he was alive... what do you think he would be doing?"

I was surprised. What a strange question to ask.

I sighed while trying not to cry, "Probably still be the good kid he always was."

Flowey laughed, "Yeah... 'good' kid..."

"What? You know what he's doing?" I asked.

Flowey growled, "Of course not, you idiot! How would I know?!"

(Flowey's P.O.V.)

That was close...

Sans can't know the truth.

Nobody can.