[The sight of flowers suddenly growing from the floor is distressing in several ways. Not just the sight of flowers, in the house, through the floorboards, and the hints of damage that implies. Not just the sight of flowers, themselves, in a space he's gone to pains to rid of all unnecessary organic life. But they look completely unlike any of the other talking flowers he's known in his life, thin and black, twisting up to touch in a way that reminds him of the flesh tendril grabbing at the car minutes ago.
Grabbing at Sans, he realizes with some delay as they start sprouting eyes.
He pulls his hand out of Sans's grasp, ungently if necessary, the better to duck down and pull the flower out from between his brother's bones - lest it leave some kind of fleshy residue there, too. If it does anything to his hand, that's fine, they can chop it off and replace it.
As he's tugging, one line in the whispering is clear: "It has been appeased." As if he had any question where sudden weird growths like these eye flowers (no faces, no mouths, just whispering eyes?) came from.]
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Grabbing at Sans, he realizes with some delay as they start sprouting eyes.
He pulls his hand out of Sans's grasp, ungently if necessary, the better to duck down and pull the flower out from between his brother's bones - lest it leave some kind of fleshy residue there, too. If it does anything to his hand, that's fine, they can chop it off and replace it.
As he's tugging, one line in the whispering is clear: "It has been appeased." As if he had any question where sudden weird growths like these eye flowers (no faces, no mouths, just whispering eyes?) came from.]