Hello everyone,

Undertale came out about three years ago, and it's about time I wrote something for it. The game affected me greatly, and still does. And there's something I have to do in writing, because Toby Fox won't let me do it in game. For those here familiar with my Star Fox work, maybe you'll like this. For those who've never seen my work before, maybe you'll like this. Non the less, I hope you have a good day.

You Can Go Home Again

Day One

Once upon a time, Flowey hated the quiet. Quiet would bring boredom, and with that too much thinking, and with that too much dwelling on how much he hated feeling so empty. Whole timelines of him murdering everyone in fake jealous anger started over this. Back then he'd been lying to himself, that he killed them all because every monster in the Underground was an idiot who didn't understand how the world really worked. So he would educate them again and again, trying to pretend that he was feeling something during it all. Of course, he was not.

Now, the Underground was empty, and only quiet was left. After everything that happened, after Frisk showed him MERCY and SAVED him from committing his greatest mistake, Flowey was thankful for the quiet. Grabbing on to any kind of pretend hate or malice didn't feel right anymore. All he had now was time, and time to think and watch the flowers. He hadn't left the small chamber beneath the hole in the mountain since Frisk left about a day ago. Or at least he thought it was a day.

That small patch of golden flowers stirred in the slight wind that came from the opening above.

"What am I going to do, Chara?" Flowey said. Now, he was bored again. Maybe he could destroy something non-living? Snowden Town was empty, so no one needed those houses anymore. It would be a nice diversion. Then, he remembered.

He waited for some minutes more, counting the seconds until the change would begin, when he would feel empty again. But he heard footsteps coming from the tunnel back to the rest of the Underground, and there was Frisk, painting and with tears in his eyes. He was hunched over when he was in front of him again.

"Frisk," he said, smiling sadly, "I told you, don't you have anything better to do?"

"No," said Frisk firmly. "No, I don't."

It hurt when Frisk looked at him. The boy's eyes communicated how much pain he was feeling over leaving him. Frisk reached out and grabbed his hands tightly.

"This isn't fair," Frisk gritted out, chocking back sobs. "You need help the most, and I can't help you."

"Frisk.."

"Let me finish," said Frisk. "Listen…I don't care what you look like. You're you. I want you to know that if you ever need anything, you come out of the

Underground and find me or my friends, or call for help, understand? I will not abandon you. We will not abandon you"

"Frisk, I can't-"

"Stop."

He'd never seen Frisk look so distraught. He was tearing apart at the seams.

"Please, just promise me that. You aren't alone. You're never alone, as long as you got me and everyone else somewhere."

He looked at Frisk in shock. No one could be this good, no one could be this kind, but everything that happened just a little while ago was proof enough that someone could be.

"I…" he sniffled. "I…Frisk…I-I promise."

Frisk hugged him, hugged him tighter than after the barrier broke. "Be good," said Frisk.

He froze. He knew those words.

"Be good, okay?" Frisk repeated. "I know…I know you have it in you, Asriel."

Flowey shook.

He banished the thought of destroying those homes for nothing. That gnawing emptiness was still there, but the memory brought back the memory of feelings, and that was enough for the moment. Flowey looked up at the shaft of light from the opening. Frisk was up there somewhere, and while he promised that he would seek him out if he needed anything, he wasn't about to bother him. Flowey didn't deserve it.

"I'll…I'll be good, Frisk," said Flowey. He was so caught up in the moment, and how those words echoed into the darkness, that he didn't notice his voice sounded less distorted.

Day Two

"Chara…I won't let myself do anything to them," said Flowey.

Talking to the grave was comforting in it's own way. The emptiness was still there, but just the idea that he really wasn't alone down here was something of a comfort.

"I just want to let them be happy," he said He imagined that his first best friend was sitting on the flowers, listening and probably thinking he was a crybaby—and he was—but Chara in his best moments was a good listener.

"But I'm so afraid," said Flowey. "I'm just one moment of…of anything from taking it all away, aren't I?"
The little flower shivered.

"But I have to be here," said Flowey. "I don't deserve anything."

Again, the quiet began to overwhelm him. Flowey drooped, and-

"Undyne, there's someone I'd like you to meet," said his father.

She looked so scary. A scary fish girl with an eye that looked way too intense, and he buried his face in his father's shoulder as he carried him.

"Aw, c'mon little guy. I ain't gonna hurt you. That would be unheroic." He turned around. She had a hand on her hips, another hand around a spear. Her eye settled on him, and her grin was toothy and full of self-assurance. He was reminded of all the stories his mom told him of heroes. "My name's Undyne! Guard and future number one hero in the Underground!"

"As ambitious as always, Undyne," said his father, chuckling.

"Well, duh. I'm AM the greatest already. Just gotta work hard to make everyone realize it," said Undyne. "That takes a lot of effort."

He looked at her with interest, and a little smile. She looked so cool.

Undyne visibly cheered up more, now that he wasn't afraid of her. "Hey, there we go." She extended a hand. "Put 'er there, kid. Nice to meet ya. Wanna be friends?"

He put his hand—so small—in hers. In a shy little voice, he spoke, "Hi, n-nice to meet you. I'm A-Asriel-"

Flowey blinked.

He stared off into space, still not sure if he was back in the Underground. He shivered a little, looking down at one of his leaves.

"What?" he said. "Why-"

"oh, hey there fluffybuns," Now they were in the construction site for this big…thing that one of his father's scientists was building. The heat of Hotland swelled all over. His father was carrying him again, and he was looking down in interest at the short skeleton grinning at him with an easy smile.

"Sans, I thought I told you to not call me that in public. I tell everyone that," said his father, huffing.

"king, everyone calls you that when you aren't looking. i think you've lost this one," said the skeleton, who's name was Sans. He thought he looked silly with that big grin of his.

"come on, kid," said Sans, his grin getting wider. He extended a hand. "why don't ya greet a new friend?"

He smiled. Another friend? Yay! Just like Undyne. He reached his little hand to meet Sans—his father had to kneel down—and let out a bleat of surprise when a loud and gross sound came from nowhere.

"ah, the classic," said Sans, a little cushion or something deflating in his palm. "nice to meet ya kid."

He just cocked his head to the side.
"Sans!" said a nervous-sounding voice. "Did you just whoopie-cushion the king's son!? Oh my god."

A short looking lady came into view, a lizard monster with large glasses and a lab coat. The little boss monster swore he'd seen her before. "You know that's extremely rude, right?" said the lizard lady.

"you know i got old fluffybuns here the first time i met him, right? papyrus said the same thing you did." said Sans.

"It's true," said his father. "Sans, you're such a villain."

"i try."

The lizard lady turned to face the king and bowed. "Y-your majesty, it's nice to see you," she said. She brightened when she saw the little form in his arm. "Aw, you brought him. That's cute."

"You've met him before, Alphys?" said his father.

"Q-Queen Toriel brought him over once to say hi," said Alphys. The little boss monster waved shyly to her. It made him smile when she waved back just as shyly.

"H-hi there," said Alphys. "How are you, C-Crown Prince Asriel-"

Flowey felt something leak down his face, and fall to the floor.

He touched his face with a leaf, and was surprised to find tears. A sensation welled inside him. The emptiness hurt, hurt so terribly bad when he recalled better times. He'd been so good at suppressing these memories before. He closed his eyes, and tried to shut the memories out. He did not deserve this.

Be good, Asriel

Flowey shook again, as more tears fell. "I..." he said. "Frisk, it hurts."

His voice was less distorted. No more memories came that night.

Day Three

Again, at Chara's grave, trying to stop memories and trying to keep his promise to Frisk. It was so easy back then to just drop into malice and anger that he didn't really feel. He remembered a time when his mom told him that evil was much easier than good, and those words always hung around while he was in the midst of killing sprees. She'd been right. Evil was so much easier. It wasn't even giving in to the emptiness. It was like giving in to a base and guilty instinct. It horrified him how quickly he could do it, when back when he had a soul he couldn't hurt a fly. Transforming into that…that thing when he fought Frisk the first time was easy as flipping a switch. Back then, he thought he was being cool. Now, it was just pathetic. Everything about him was pathetic.

The image of Frisk's crying face appeared at that thought. "What do you want me to do!?" he yelled at this imaginary Frisk. He ground his teeth and sounded hysterical. "How can I be good? I don't want to go up there! I can't! Do you want me to kill someone on accident?"

Imaginary Frisk just kept staring. It was just like when that boy spared him after that terrible fight, looking at him with pity while he teared up helplessly at honest to goodness pity.

"…I can't understand," whimpered Flowey

Asriel

Flowey straightened up.

"Huh?" he said, looking around. "What? Who's there?"

The flower about doubled over when he felt something explode in his stem. He couldn't understand what it was, he was so shocked, until he felt something that hurt. And it was a feeling. He couldn't understand, but it was there and it made him shake.

"What?" he said. "What's going on-"

A quiet morning. He was looking out the window of his home from his crib, standing up and holding the bars and staring at those beautiful yellow things outside. There were so many of them. He heard a door open behind him, someone coming into the room.

"Do you like them, Asriel?"

His father loomed over the crib, staring down at his son with utter love and affection. He picked him up in his arms and gave him a better view of the yard out front. He reached out for those yellow objects, though the window stood between them.

"Those are flowers, son," said his father, chuckling. "Beautiful, aren't they? Just like you."

Flowey gasped in pain as the memory ended, sweating as that feeling became a yawning, aching yearning for something. The emptiness felt more horrible than ever, and he shook uncontrollably.

"Stop," he gritted out. "I don't want to see this. Stop-"

Asriel

A kitchen. The smell of something baking in the oven, and himself sitting in a high chair watching his mother work her cooking magic. She was humming a tune that she always hummed when she baked, and every so often she looked back at him to give him a smile that showed unconditional love. He felt safe.

A ding rang out.

"There we are, my child," she said, opening the oven and taking out something she called a pie, and just like the others before it smelled better than anything he'd ever smelled so far. He giggled and cooed, reaching for the pie as his mother set it to cool on the kitchen counter.

"You have to wait, Asriel," said his mother, petting him on the head. "I know you love my pies so much, but it's too hot right now."

Come home

Oh, god, it hurt.

The tears came and they didn't stop. Flowey felt the memories as fully as if he was there. He wanted to climb into them and run away from this horrible reality and cry into his mother or father's shoulder and tell them how sorry he was, that he was a bad son that deserved nothing. Quiet tears became whimpering and gasps for air.

"Stop," said Flowey. His voice settled into a familiar tone, and he hated it. "Stop, I can't-"

Waterfall.

"One day, mama," he said, while his mother showed him a particularly beautiful cave in Waterfall, "I want to go on an adventure. I wanna see the surface."

His mother smiled sadly. "Maybe someday, we will," she said.

He gave her a grin. "I think we will, for sure!"

Mis mother just looked at him, and her smile became less sad. "Just remember this," she said. "Where ever you go, my child…"

"Yes, mama?"

"Stop," the crying flower pleaded. "Please."

"You can always come home again, Asriel."

Flowey snapped.

Hundreds of timelines worth of tears ands screams of pain ripped themselves from his lungs and he bawled like a child. The caverns echoed with his wails. He didn't know how long he cried for, it may have been hundreds of years, but he sobbed and sobbed out everything he could, not caring that emptiness still awaited him in the end. He wanted to die. But more than that, he wanted something else.

"Help me," he whimpered, when it was all over.

"I don't want to stay here…" he said, his face morphing into the visage of familiar child. "I…I wanna go home…I want to feel again…"

More whimpering. "I…I just want to go home…I want my mom and dad…"

A white light filled the cavern.

In his moments before he lost consciousness, Asriel saw his mother and father, and he felt his limbs and his arms and his heart and he ran crying to them and sobbed into their arms. It had to be a dream. It could only be a dream. But he didn't care.

The light dimmed in the cavern.