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You put on your formal blazer, make it two steps out the door, and decide it is way too cold for just that and throw on a leather jacket emblazoned with “Skele-Sib” on the back. Papyrus would be happy to know you wore the jacket he gave you to an official event even if you'd have to take it off before the meeting proper started. Years ago when you took up the position you knew your largest strength was the fact you proved that even the most terrifying of monsters were really just sweethearts, but lately you've been doing your best to understand more about the politics of your position which included plenty of late nights pouring over books Dad had lent you.
Last night had been one of those late nights as you double and triple checked that you remembered which politician represented which country and half of you wanted to play a recording you made with notes but you pushed that to the back of your mind in favor of putting on the radio and turning to a channel that was playing the latest song Mettaton and Napstablook had put out. You roll down the windows and let yourself enjoy the moment as you continue to drive, humming along to the song. You grin from ear to ear and don't realize the black ice that you're about to go over and only have a brief moment of worry before blacking out as the car flipped.
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Everything hurts when you come to and you aren't entirely sure why. A few seconds latter and you start getting foggy memories of the crash and you attempt to push yourself up, blinking a few times in hopes of focusing in on your phone to call an ambulance. Something feels off though, you know it should feel off considering your car just flipped but that isn't it. Your head hurts and your body aches but it doesn't feel entirely like your body. Your limbs feel a bit off, your shoulders oddly placed, your knees scrape the floor and you are sure they are too small.
Then your vision finally starts to be more than a dark blur and you realize you aren't on the side of the road. No, your fall has been softened by flowers that looked entirely too familiar and you look upward only to confirm to your horror that the sky above you is limited to the smallest sliver viable from a hole. Maybe you were dreaming or had a concussion or something, that made sense, right? Any minute now you'd come to for real and you'd probably be in a hospital with two worried boss monsters at your bedside. You scrunch up your face convinced you'll wake up any moment and don't give Flowey any attention as he talks to you and don't as much as flinch as the bullets come at you knowing that you'll totally wake up once you get a good jolt in the dream.
That ends up being a mistake as the bullets hit and you scream out in pain.