Gonna have a bad time

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Flowey chuckled.

He managed to summon a vine and wrecked the kitchen and even threw Toriel's butterscotch cinnamon pie on the roof.

He let out a little demonic laugh
and suddenly Sans stormed in the kitchen and saw everything. He then made a beeline for Flowey and used his telekinesis to pin Flowey to the roof.

"You little-"

"What's the matter, numbskull,don't you like my remodeling?"

"Don't push it,you little weed. If your thinking of hurting my family..."

Sans eye then becomes dark.

"Y o u w i l l b e d e a d w h e r e y o u
s t a n d !"

Threatened and being a coward,Flowey called for help and Frisk suddenly ran into the kitchen.

"Flowey!! Whats-"

Frisk stared in horror of what was happening in front of them. What saddened them the most was Sans,who looked like he wanted to drop Flowey.

"SANS!! PUT FLOWEY DOWN!"

Flowey then gave Sans a satisfied look. Sans mumbled something under his breath and "gently" put the satanic flower down. It made a small crack in the pot. Frisk then gave Sans a look of disappointment and ran out the kitchen,followed by Sans.

"Wait kiddo,it's not what it seems like!"

"Leave me alone!" cried Frisk

Flowey chuckled and threw a plate off the counter he was on with his vine.

"Idiots" he muttered.

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