You wake up the next morning on your couch. There was a loud, obnoxious noise coming from outside that caught your attention. Mettaton was rapping on the window. You sighed and walked up to the window and opened it. Mettaton jumped through the window and closed the window tightly as he looked around. Was this a hidden camera show?!

"Excuse me, but have you seen a comical skeleton anywhere?!" he demanded.

You shake your head no and the humanoid robot growls. "Blast it! I was hoping to ask him something. I was expecting to find him here after I checked Snowdin. He wasn't there either. I looked through the forest and searched through the video cameras that Alphys had planted all over the Underground, but I found nothing!" Mettaton explains. He puts on a fedora and a trench coat. He runs his hand over a magnifying glass. You wonder what the getup is for. You decided to play along.

"Well, Sherlock, I doubt he's going to be in Hotland. Where have you looked? Have you searched, I don't know, his house?" you asked.

Mettaton gasped and then plucked you from the ground. He pointed towards the door. "An excellent suggestion (y/n)! Time for us to set out!" he yelled.

"Wait! What do you mean we?!" you demanded.

"You're coming with me!"

"Why?!"

"Why? What kind of a question is that?! It's obvious that you and Sans are supposed to be together! Plus, my show needs some romantic action! Come on!" Mettaton said as he carried you away from your house.

"So, this IS a hidden camera show! I knew it! Put me down!" you yelled, but Mettaton had no intentions on listening. Through Hotland and into Waterfall being carried by a robot in a fedora and a trench coat.

As the echo flowers went flying by, you tried to gaze at the surroundings. Mettaton would charge past a few people and you'd apologize as you quickly sped out of view and the thought of stopping suddenly sounded ten times better for more than one reason.

Mettaton dug his heels into the ground and you finally were put back onto the ground. You were completely through the Waterfall area and you were just outside of the place where you battled Papyrus. You remembered Papyrus and giggled.

"Alright, I actually do have some business to conduct in Snowdin. However, getting to see Papy again always makes me smile... All the paperwork I have to sign for these new parts that Alphys asked me to get is worth it," Mettaton explained.

So Mettaton didn't just come to set you up with Sans. Well, he is a busy guy. "I guess that's understandable as popular as you are."

"I know! I'm the only star in the Underground! Of course, this is such hard work! It's also FABULOUS!!!" Mettaton yelled showing off a pose.

The two of you stroll into Snowdin and you spot Sans and Papyrus' house. You sucked in a breath and braced yourself. Mettaton knocked on the door. Papyrus answered.

"OH! METTATON! I WASN'T EXPECTING YOU! AND YOU BROUGHT (Y/N) TOO! HOW EXCITING! COME ON IN!" Papyrus announced as he opened the door wider for the two of you.

"Thank you, Papy dear! By the way, how has your brother been?" asked Mettaton with a glimmer in his eye.

"EH... HE'S BEEN BETTER...," Papyrus explained to the robot star. You begin to wonder. Was this about you?

Mettaton blinked almost as if he were celebrating a silent victory. "Well, where is he? (Y/n) here was curious..."

Papyrus eyes you suspiciously and you sighed. Why Mettaton? Just why? "WELL, HE'S NOT HERE. ACTUALLY, HE DIDN'T SAY A WORD TO ME SINCE YESTERDAY. IT'S VERY UNLIKE HIM..."

Mettaton looked to you and took off his fedora and put it on your head. He also gave you the trench coat and the magnifying glass. Then, he took out a pair of sunglasses and placed them over your eyes. He stood nodding to himself. "Now, Private M is going to have to leave YOU in charge of this next case. Operation: Locating Comical Skelebro. Are you up to it?"

"Uh-"

"GOOD!! Now, you go search Snowdin! Find that boyfriend of yours!" Mettaton chirped.

As you stepped out into the snow, the trench coat defended you from getting cold. You looked over at Grillby's. A good place to start! You were starting to like the whole detective thing, so you tucked your hair into your shirt to add to the disguise and stuck your hands in your pockets after putting a fake pipe into your mouth (don't worry, it's fake). Almost out of nowhere, a saxophone background began to play to really set the mood. You half hoped that it was a hidden camera show because you felt so cool. The music stops instantly when you silently opened the door to Grillby's and looked around cautiously. There was an open table just in the corner of the restaurant. Perfect for eavesdropping on other people's conversations and finding clues. You sat down and looked towards the bar. Bingo. Sans was here.

Sans heaved a sigh and looked depressed. He was clutching a ketchup bottle in his hand and was staring at it. It was the one you gave him a couple of days ago. Maybe he was thinking about you... He summoned over Grillby and, being Sans' best friend, Grillby hardly hesitated.

"What's the matter Sans? Your looking a little down...," Grillby stated.

"I'm just a little rattled from last night. I'm good, though. So, uh... 'Sup?" he asked.

"What's been up is you lately. Even on your bad days you don't look like this. There's something wrong. Is it Papyrus? Is it Undyne? Did she break another couch? Is it (y/n)?"

Sans hesitated slightly before answering. "Well, (y/n) has been crossing my mind... a lot more than usual... Also, it's new that I've been having dreams that are both good and bad... about her...," he explained.

You listened in closer. They were talking about you. Anything about you interested you.

"Dreams?" asked Grillby.

"Yeah. Last night, you could say that I kinda had a future dream that hasn't happened yet, but there was another dream too that felt too real... The one where I think we both die...," he continued.

"I'm interested," Grillby said as he sat down across from Sans. How was it that Grillby always got caught up in the love triangles. Because he knows everyone and he's good at keeping secrets is why.

Sans explained the sunshine dream and the nightmare that you knew nothing about. Then he gave his perspective on everything that happened over the last few days. Grillby listened intently and you began to wonder where all of this was leading. He finally came to the conclusion and you leaned in closer.

"So, what are you saying by all of this?" asked Grillby.

"Well..., I think I'm in love with her... I'm pretty sure that she likes me...," he answered.

Grillby nodded. "Thought so."

"I just dunno. I've never liked anyone this way before. It's never been my style and now...," his voice sort of trailed off.

Your heart bubbled. He loved you after all! You tried with all of your might to not scream happily. Instead, you continued to try to get more information. A good detective doesn't quit until they get every detail.

"I just have no guts. I'm so spineless. I'm a numbskull. It's too complicated for a guy like me to sort this out," Sans said.

"Have you said anything?" asked Grillby already knowing the answer.

"Sorta."

"What does that mean?"

"I'm not gonna say."

Grillby nodded. You were curious. He said? The dream that you had? Was that connected to this? Well, that didn't really matter now. Sans wasn't exactly in the mood to talk anymore. You were walking on air as you left the restaurant. Nothing could get better!

Suddenly, your foot got caught on something. You lurched forward and landed on your face. Something was behind you and was laughing. You look up angrily to see an old friend of yours.

"Hey, (y/n). Having fun in your perfect ending without me...?" asked a familiar voice.

"W-Wait... I thought you weren't going to ruin this for me... for us!" you told the flower defiantly.

Flowey chuckled at your response. He used one of his roots to pluck you from the ground and he watched you struggle and yell helplessly. Without much option, you called for help. Anybody. Flowey looks around and shrugs.

"Sorry, I didn't catch you during rush hour. I guess that nobody's coming! However, it's not you who I have a problem with. I don't have the power to reset anymore! Be happy! There's just one teensy-weensy problem! I don't exactly have a soul...," Flowey said as he stared down at his flower self with disgust.

You struggled to see his point. What did he want? What did he REALLY want? "Flowey, are you just going to leave me to guess about what you're going to do or are you going to tell me?"

Flowey glanced around and shrugged again. "Gee..., I have no idea... I just think that it'd be more fun this way. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. Well, I might if it really comes down to it. You're just the bait. Maybe it'd be best if you kept your mouth shut! I have a greater purpose for all of this...," Flowey replied with a smirk. He holds you tighter in his grasp as he climbs onto you as a tree and takes full control of your body. You cry. You weep. Nobody can hear you.

You force yourself to look back despite that fact that it hurt more than you could bare. With all of your determination, you screamed one name. One syllable. One word. "SANS!!"

Flowey smirked at you again and crawled up close to your ear. "Do you really think he'll ever find you...? Do you really think he cares enough...? You're such an idiot."

"N-No..."

"Do you really think he'll save you?"