Flowey snarled, as the ketchup blinds his vision. "Thats it I had enough of this". With the full force of his magic flowey deploys volley of pellets. Along with numerous vines all heading towards sans.
Sans widens he didn't expect flowey to be able to track him. Especially in this cold whether.
The attacks head straight towards him, sans had no means to avoid it. His breach catches as panic seeps in.
Was this the end for sans. "Man if only I could drink that delicious red paste once again". Sana thought with a sigh. Sans trys to think though his arms shake at the absoulutely horrifying barrage.
However on instinct sans eye glows a bright blue as the attacks heading towards him stop in mid air. "What the heck" he says in shock.
His hand shakes immediately sending a wave of bones which cancels out the attack.
"Tch well looks like you still got some power left in you huh" Flowey says, with a smirk "Bit it won't be enough".
Before sans could react a bine emerges out of the ground behind him. His neck Being held up by it forcedully.
"Dammit I can't breath". Sans thinks to himself. For some reason he feels a foreign sense of anger. "Am I this weak why can't I win". He says as he grits his teeth. His body still shaking though anger somewhat makes the pain hes feeling bearable.
"Whats with that look oh I see to weak to do anything huh" Flowey says with a sadistic grin. "Weakest monster in the underground, even your brothers more stronger then you". Flowey mocks.
Sans grips the vine of flowey despite feeling his consciousness give out. A fierce glare makes its way to his face.
"Why am I feeling this way" he can't help but wonder. There was no way out of this situation, who knows what that flower is doing. Though might as well not give in to showing weakness.
Tch flowey says "always like that, huh with those empty eye sockets digging righr into me."
For a moment floweys grip on him losens a bit. As he looks to be contemplating something.
What he didn't notice was a fireball heading straight towards him from behind.
"Arrgghgh" Flowey screeched due to the sudden attack. He lets go of sans who falls down on to the soft snow.
Another wave of fire surrounds flowey forcing him to burrow onto the groudn and make his escape.
In front of sans stood grillby, his fist on blazing hot fire. His firey arm morphed into a particularly tall middle finger.
Flowey growls in rage, "I may have gotten to carried away. But mark my words you will pay for this one way or another". Witht hat flowey dissapears into the ground.
Grillby stabds there still on guard. Taking a moment to light up his surroundings in the cold snow which increasingly looks like a blizzard.
He then looks to sans hoisting him up to his shoulder like a bag of potatoes he carries him back to his home. Occasionaly hitting some dance moves along the way.
Somehow sans didn't fall to the ground throughout all of these times. Grillby suspects that it must be through the power of the ancient dance god.
Back at the humble house of gaster sans groans out in a bit of pain wondering whos bothering his sleep.
Only to find his baby brother papyrus on top of his stomach fast asleep. Sans couldn't help but pinch his cheeks, cahsing papyrus to puff it out further.
"Wonder what happened to the flower" he thinks to himself. For some odd reason he can hear sounds coming from the living room.
Thinking the worse sans opens the door only to hear the sound of blasting music playing downstairs. Startling him, he slowly goes downatairs after gently, putting papyrus back in a comfortable position.
All he can hear is the song going oppa oppa*. Only to see grillby hitting the griddy downstairs his dance moves seem to transcend his own sanity. It looked like he had practiced all of his life.
"What is that the chicken dance" sans thinks in disbelief. Grillby seemed to put his mazimum effort, in utizlizing his magic to crearw the perfect mimickery of a chicken whcih dances with him.
"Can't believe grillby worships fried chicken heh". Sans think to himself though... his face starts to scrunch. " Thats weird how do I know what a chicken even is was there such a thing... no it must have been always there right?."
"Ah sans my boy" A strange man emerges behind him a man known as w.d gaster. His smile being ever present on his face which has a strange crack on it.
"Would you like to learn magic sans". Gaster asks him, as he points towards the ball of flames.
"Magic huh yeah that sounds great". Though he sans said that with a smile it seems more strained. As his fist clenchs.
"Hoh it seems liek you have some pent up aggression from the fight, wondeful". Gaster applauda with a clap gesturing to grillby.
Immediately grillby stops showing his awesome mobes to the world. Though he runs to sans.
Startled sans moves back a bit, only for grillby to gently move his head around to inspect sans.
He then beckons sans to follow him.
"Follow him wondee what he wants?." Sans thought as he exits through the door.
Leaving gaster behing to his lonesome self. A strange smirk appears on his face. "Soon soon sans, you shall take your place as the judge".
"For now howevee you mist prepare as much as possible, for your fate will be decided by the one from above." Oddly enough though gasrers smirk, turns into an odd look.
Outaide of the house grillby and sans stand face to face with eachother. On one hand sans looks confuses while grillby looks reasured.
"Whats the big deal grillbs, you want to play ball or something". Sans raises an eye brow at his actions.
Grillby didn't say anything all he did was strwtch out his arm. Out comes a fire ball conhured out of thin ajr from magic. He then points it upwards.
"Huh you want me to do the same thing". Sans asks in confusion. This causes grillby to nod, but at the same time he points towards himself mostly then to sans.
"Could I even do something like that". Sana thought. The last time he had done something similar was in the spur of the moment.
" Sorry grillbs I'm not sure how I managed to use magic last time, it just came to me on instinct against that flower". Sans says, with a frown on his face. The unsetling feeling remains in his chest.
Grillbys simply pointed the fireball towads sans. It then expands immediately until it dwarfs his figure
"Uh Grillbs what are you planjing to do?." Sans questions with a nervois chuckle at seeing the enouemous flame. Not saying, the fireball blasts forward heading straight towarsd him.
Sans heart drops, "Wait do I have a heart?. No od course I do?." His handa shiver though one thing remains the same. A familiar glow enters his right eye socket though this time it feels more controlled?.