BP: Alright! I'll be right back with your order! *Leaves to kitchen or wherever those waiters go*

Sans: *Quietly* C'mon, let's go away from the rest of them... *Pastel and Sans walk behind the stage, since no one is in there right now* 

Pastel: So?! What happened to him? What did you do?

Sans: *Sigh* Look, he.... he has a... a start of a SOUL....

Pastel: What do you mean by that?! 

Sans: He's starting to feel again... and he's growing a SOUL... Please don't tell the rest of them... because if his easy to break SOUL does corrupt.... I don't want the others to worry to much... Flowey barely wants to be around people as it is... *Pastel gives a nod which either says, "Alright" or "You're so dead, Sans", can't really tell, they go back, everyone has their dinner and they drive home, most of them automatically run upstairs or wherever they wanted to go, but Pastel and Sans hear something from Sans' room*

*From Sans' room they hear awful, scratchy singing* ♪IIII don't wannnaaa set the woooorrllldd onnnn fiiiiiiiirrrrrreee!!!♪ Uh..... ♪IIII just waannnaa rememmber the sooooonnngggg!!!♪ 

Sans: *Sigh* Welp, I'll remember that any day..... *He runs upstairs, Pastel following behind him* Flowey! Are you drunk, again?!

Flowey: N-No! You're drunk! D-Don't you see all th-the stuff y-you left here?! *Flowey looks towards the 8 empty bottles of alcohol that are piled next to him*

Sans: Listen to me Flowey... You are drunk! All of this alcohol was in a child-proof cabinet in the kitchen... *Sans pick up Flowey, taking away the half empty one that he was currently drinking* now tell me.... Why did you get dru-

Flowey: I'm flying! Weeeeeeeeee!!!

Sans: *Sigh* Okay... Tell me why you got drunk. *Sits down on his bed with Flowey still in his hands*

Flowey: You're g-gonna have to catch me first! *Flowey was about to run but then realized that he doesn't have legs* Oh.... I-I must be a flower!

Sans: *Sigh* We're gonna have to ask him when he's sober... Cause this isn't workin-

Flowey: W-Wait, Sans! I-I need to tell you a secret!

Sans: If that secret is that you're a flower than I already know...

Flowey: N-No! I'm gonna tell you why I-I got drunk!

Sans: Wait, really? Okay!

Flowey: Lean in closer!

Sans: Uh... Okaayyyy? *Leans in closer*

Flowey: Okay, the secret is.... *Flowey quickly kisses Sans* I'm a-a flower!

Sans: What the hell?!?!?! Nope! Nope!Nope!Nope!Nope!Nope!Nope!Nope! Sooo much nope!! *Sans sets Flowey by Pastel and walks out of the room, he then comes back, grabs two bottles of alcohol, and then leaves again*

Flowey: H-Hey... Pastel... Y-You wanna know a secret?