( Requested by browniejail01)

Imma use this as a mini celebration for hitting 400 awhile ago.

Sans: oh god.

Flowey: HAHA YES, MAKE HIM SUFFER!!!

Frisk: Flowey! Be nice!

Flowey: *rolls eyes*

Frisk: Anyways....what are we even supposed to do?

Sans: *shrugs* beats me, kiddo.

Flowey: YOU MUST FIGHT FOR MY LOVE!

Sans: no thanks.

Frisk: But I love you more already!

Sans:....kid....wrong kind of love.

Frisk:.....Level of violence?

Sans: try again.

Frisk:.... OH! HE MEANS KISSY LOVE!.....*evil glare* Like what you and mom should have... *wiggles eyebrows*

Sans: *rolls eye-lights* kid, you're getting off track...

Frisk: Oh yeah.... but how do we fight for his love if neither of us like him like that...

Flowey: I'm standing right here!

Sans: quiet, pollen head.

Flowey: *angry grumbling*

Sans: and i have no idea, kid.

Flowey: How about.... I just pick the trashbag, since he'd be more fun to mess around with at free will.

Sans: *glares* do you wanna end up in the fireplace?

Flowey: It'd be better than this hell.

Frisk: Will both of you just stop! Flowey, stop calling Sans names, and Sans, stop feeding into him!

Flowey/Sans: *annoyed sigh*

Frisk: .....*sigh*Thank you.

Toriel: *walks in* Greetings my children, and Sans! I made some butterscotch-cinnamon--

Frisk: PIE! *dashes out of room*

Flowey:....

Sans:..... well that was fast.

Toriel: Oh dear. *calls after Frisk* My child, it's still-

Frisk: *from the other room* OW!!!

Toriel:...hot...

I don't really know what happened, or what the request exactly wanted.... so have whatever this was xD