Flowey - Fracture upon Fracture

Grasping Papyrus' jaw, Flowey forced him to watch while that slender vine rolled along his shattered hand, prying the breaks apart. Seeing was infinitely worse than merely feeling, but Papyrus couldn't tear his gaze away. The fingers connected to the bones that were already broken twitched against his will, making his hand bend in a sickeningly wrong way. The third bone flexed slightly under the pressure, and he stared in sick fascination as a thin crack snaked its way around the bone's axis.



Noise filled his head without comprehension. Was it him? Was he speaking, pleading, screaming? He couldn't tell. He could only watch the crack spread, feel as Flowey slowly bent the bone past its limit.



The sound of breaking bone was lost in the roaring static filling Papyrus' awareness. In the moment before the pain caught up to the shock, he simply stared at the splintering ruin of his hand.



Inside, the bones were delicately honeycombed with little open spaces. Who would have guessed they would look like that, like lace all bundled up in…?


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Flowey is Not a Good Life Coach, Chapter 23