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hey, it's sans.

y'know, looking back? it's been pretty interesting.

i mean, look at us. we've got some basic amenities, power, even phones and the best internet you can make banging rocks together. we've got a community and everything, hey! nothing quite like the stale smell of desperation to really bring people together. but i've heard more than one of us ask what this war's really good for. for us.

makes a guy think about something other than starrs for a change. (yeah, see what i did there? you just dated yourself.)

anyway there's an actual point to this. see, being a good little soldier really tuckered the kid out, so frisk's gone on a vacation. some of you probably have questions. before you do, i want you to think about how much pressure kids should take. and maybe, y'know, lay off a little.

i'll keep you posted. see ya.

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library's gotta great dictionary if you're looking for a definition, buttercup.

Why? And who's going to look after little old me?

[Read: Who' going to stop me from killing everyone?]

[ This old chestnut. ]

aren't you a little old to need a babysitter?

A flower needs more than just babysitting. Sometimes, it needs a little coaxing in order to not invade another patch of flowers, and Frisk's the only gardener here that I know of.

[Read: You don't have the DETERMINATION to protect others, but Frisk does.]

that's where you're wrong, bud. lemme spell it out for you.
so you decide to be an invasive weed, ok. frisk won't have to do a damn thing.
we've gotta castle FULL of very eager, frustrated and, oh yeah, determined hero types who have trouble for three square meals a day.

it's YOUR soul. you wanna blow your chance? no skin off my bones.

and, uh, by the way. thanks for advertising your villainous intentions in public. made this real easy.

Edited 2016-04-29 00:38 (UTC)

Do you honestly expect them to be able to stop me? Why are you being such an idiot? YOU can't stop me, that idiot that jumped into the shadow can't stop me, Chara can't stop me, person 4 can't stop me, human 5 can't stop me.

Get it through your thick head! ONLY FRISK CAN STOP ME and because of YOU, I'm going to lose my SOUL!

Edited 2016-04-29 00:54 (UTC)

I am asking you to stop for the time being.

If you ever considered me your friend.

Then you will stop.

[Flowey never expected Chara to respond to this, let alone use this against him. He did once consider Chara a friend and clearly still wants to be able to again, so he'll stop replying to Sans for now.]

...

This is my one and only chance, Chara...

You'll have another chance.

[The next part comes through almost belatedly. Or, perhaps, they just hesitated to send it.]

Promise.

[Flowey's reply comes some minutes later. Sotty he;s not ppping up to face you in person, but he thinks of himself as too dangerous without Frisk in this little game of theirs.]

If I mess this up, when will I get the next chance?

[It's probably for the best, considering the state they're in. And will be in.]

I don't know. But I'll make sure you get one. Just

Don't. Not today, okay?

[...

If there's one thing Flowey doesn't want to do right now, it's tell the truth. He could very well mess it all up today and make everything horrible, but Chara doesn't need to hear that. All he can do is try not to, but Flowey will instead reassure Chara.]

I won't, Chara... I won't. I promise.

Thank you.

[They don't know. It's likely that, perhaps, they'll need to talk to him again after this, make some things clear...but-

But that's later. Right now, Chara has other things to worry about.

Like struggling to survive this.]

don't get your roots in a twist, buttercup.

you've got determination, ain't that the power to change your fate? howzabout you explain to me why you're moaning about needing to be stopped by a kid?

anyway, to answer your first question: yep.

That you know of.

That doesn't mean there aren't any.

[ Sans is going to remember that. Thanks, buddy. ]

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