ART BY:
 nishi

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BAM-BAM-BAM
"Eep!" squeaked dino-duckling, Asriel, as he clung to Toriel's leg after sneaking his way under her robe.


The adoptive mother snorted as she carefully stood up from her chair by the fire, coached her 'baby' to come out from under her robe, pick the little one up, placed him over her shoulder, and made her way towards the door while patting upon his diapered bottom.

KA-CLICK

"Tori!" boomed Asgore with heroic concern. "You sounded in some distre-"

SMACK

"Ow!" the regal, bearded goat moaned upon feeling Toriel's hand smack against his face. "What was that for?"


Asriel began to cry from how Asgore's voice made him sound like a very-scary man.



"You scared the baby," stated Toriel while continuing to rock and pat the dino-duckling who was slung over her shoulder.


"Baby?" asked Asgore while inspecting the diaper-clad monster. "He doesn't look like a goat?"


"That's because," Toriel replied as gently as she could while still being stern. "He's not yours."


"You mean...," gasped Asgore. "You called me over to help after you were dumped by an awful duck-lizard?"

SLAP

"Ow!" moaned Asgore.


"I'm not that kind of girl," scolded Toriel. "This little guy was rescued and I've adopted him."


"Oh...," said a relieved Asgore. "So... you asked me to come over to see the baby you adopted?"


Toriel blushed.
"Actually," she replied. "I asked you over to help protect the baby."


"Protect?" he asked.


"I'll show you," she said. "But you have to promise not to upset the baby. Asriel is very sensitive."


"Asriel...?" wondered the former king of the monsters.

***

"Let me out of here, you worthless trash bag!" cried Flowey from within the confines of Sansnard's sunflower-shell prison.


"I'm not finished yet," replied the white-haired hamster while using his magic to construct a most interesting looking flower pot.


"It's only a matter of time until I break out of your stupid shell!" growled the misguided, golden-leafed flower. "I've got SOULs and they are regenerating and restoring my power as you do whatever a stupid, trash bag does!"


"Yeah," grinned Sansnard. "About that..."

FWIP
SMACK!
CRACK!

"Free!" cried Flowey as his shell prison was lifted and tossed into the greenish-blue, flower pot and broke open. "Now you're going to-"

FWUMP-UMP

Flowey coughed as he was covered in a special mix of soil that the hamster had apparently made just for him.


"Well...," smirked Sansnard. "You were saying?"


Flowey absorbed the nutrients from the soil and felt himself ready to strike at the bothersome, white hamster.
"DIE!" he shouted.


Nothing happened.


The angst-filled, golden flower raised his petals.
"DIE!" he growled maliciously.


Nothing happened.


Sansnard wiggled a finger in front of Flowey.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he said with an ear-to-ear smile. "I didn't say Sansnard says."


"I DON'T NEED YOUR PERMISSION TO KILL YOU!" shrilled Flowey.


The vile flower tried to use his ability to travel through the ground to get at sansnard, but he couldn't get his roots past a hard surface that was at the bottom of the special, flower pot.

Sansnard turned, pulled down his shorts, and wiggled his bare rump at Flowey.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he said. "Sansnard didn't say."


"I HATE YOU!" shrieked the angst-filled flower.


"Well," grinned the hamster as he raised his hands to reveal a field filled with smiling sunflowers surrounding the perimeter of the greenish-blue, flower pot that now housed Flowey. "We 'love' you."


Flowey looked mortified at all the smiling sunflowers that were now looking at him from all angles.


"Yes," the sunflowers said in the most saccharine-sweet voice a magical flower could possibly all speak in. "We love you, Flowey."


"Augh!" Flowey screamed while trying to conjure his attacks. However, none of them worked. Instead, though, more sunflowers began to pop up with the sprouts of new ones appearing within the soil he was planted in.


"Special soil," winked Sansnard. "Feeds on SOUL energy."


"WHAT!" growled Flowey. This only encouraged the grinning sunflowers to start dancing as the sprouts in the flower pot grew even more.


"I can't revive the monsters whose SOULs you've taken," stated Sansnard. "However, I did find a way to give them a proper burial while giving you a much needed 'time out'."


"I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS!" screamed Flowey as the magical sunflowers started to sing a most happy melody as they merrily wiggled all around him.


"Doubt that," stated Sansnard. "Have fun with your new field of friends."


Flowey gritted his teeth as he was surrounded by the merry melodies of the saccharine, singing sunflowers. He then watched as one of the sprouts grew a face and greeted him from mere feet away from where he was trapped in the magic, flower pot.
"NO!!!" he cried. "I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS, TRASH BAG! IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO!"