He will die, my vines are connected to his SOUL!! 𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵

Flowey if you don’t shut the up I swear I’ll rip you out of Sans , pull out your stem, rip each leaf pedal one by one, tear your eyes out and burn you so hard you wish you would never existed *smiles with no soul in eyes* *shakes head* too much?...

Never!

Flowey: Now!!!

Flowey: give. Me. Your. Soul.