Frisk walked up to the hole that lead to the Underground. It was still here even after the barrier had been dispelled and all the monsters freed. All excpet one from what Frisk could tell. He took a deep breath and remembered all the horrors that he experienced down in the Underground with that one monster that he had not yet seen emerge from the Underground. He remembered the pain of being killed, only to be revived and to be killed again, he rememberd what that monster did to his friends, that one monster. Flowey.
Frisk wasn't too keen on Flowey, though he knew that Flowey was probably not enjoying the empty Underground as he first throught he was going to. Having the entire place to himself, playing God, being all alone, not moving from the one spot that Frisk had first seen him in.
Taking a deep breath, Frisk dropped a long, rope ladder into the hole and secured it with a couple of rocks. Toriel had told him that he probably shouldn't do this, though she understood that Frisk didn't want Flowey to be alone forever, even if they weren't the best of friends.
Checking to make sure that he had both the flower-pot and the small shovel, Frisk started descending the rope ladder into the Underground that had been free of monsters for the past six months.
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Frisk finally had his feet on solid ground after what seemed like hours descending down the rope ladder. He wondered how he survived the fall six months ago but decided not to worry about that too much and just find Flowey. He proved quite easy to find because he was in the same spot he was in when Frisk first fell down to the Underground, though things were different.
When Frisk first met Flowey, Flowey had on a friendly grin, offering him "Friendliness Pellets" that would be helpful to him, before turning into a crazy, psychotic, killer-plant and telling Frisk that it was "kill or be killed" in the Underground. Frisk was expecting to see something similar to that power-hungry flower that everyone left here six months ago. Instead, Frisk was greeted with a drooping Flowey, a sad, utterly depressed version of the flower Frisk once knew.
"Flowey?" Frisk asked slowly walking up to Flowey, scared that he would suddenly spring up and strangle him. Instead, Flowey just slowly looked up, his eyes wet with tears and mouth trembling.
"A-are you real?" Flowey asked in a small voice filled with despair and loneliness.
Frisk nodded and continued to slowly walk up to the flower. "He must be putting on an act, he doesn't actually have feelings." He thought, though Frisk knew that the thought in his head probably wasn't true.
Frisk was beside Flowey now, and Flowey was just watching him with his sad, desperate eyes. Frisk knelt beside Flowey and took the flower-pot and small shovel out of his backpack and set them down beside Flowey.
"W-what are you d-doing?" Flowey asked confused about this whole situation.
"Well, everyone else is out of the Underground and no one could recall seeing you in the past six months," Frisk started explaining making a small hole around Flowey with the small shovel, "so everyone concluded that you were still in the Underground. I thought that you'd probably get sick of being alone for the rest of your life here, so I came to bring you to the Surface."
Flowey nodded in understanding as Frisk carefully dug him and his roots out of the ground. Frisk didn't fully understand what lead him to wanting to do this, but it just happend.
After a few moments of digging, Flowey and his roots were finally free of the ground that they had been trapped in for the past six months. Frisk put Flowey to one side of the hole while he dug some dirt into the flower-pot, making sure to leave a hole big enough for Flowey to fit into.
"You're not going to leave me here, are you?" Flowey asked while Frisk was adjusting the amount of dirt in the pot.
Frisk shook his head, "No, I came down here to get you, why would I leave you?" Frisk stopped adjusting the amount of dirt in the pot and picked Flowey up and held him at eye level. "No matter what you do, no matter what you did, you're a someone, same as everyone else that was here in the Underground that is now on the Surface. You deserve to be up there as much as everyone else."
Flowey nodded again, deciding to ask no more questions as to not anger Frisk enough into actually leaving Flowey down here, alone. Frisk carefully lowered Flowey into the flower-pot and covered up any spots that needed to be covered in dirt.
Flowey was in a fragile state, that much Frisk could tell about him, though Frisk knew little to nothing about being alone, in the same place, not being able to move, for six months. Paranoia?
"We're off." Frisk declared after he had securly placed Flowey and his flower-pot into the backpack, but making sure that Flowey was sticking out of it.
"Thank you for coming and getting me." Flowey said. Frisk smiled. Maybe Flowey and him could be friends after all that's happend. Frisk was friends with Undyne after all.
Saying nothing back, Frisk walked towards the rope ladder that he had came to the Underground by.
"It's a long way up." Flowey commented looking at the small piece of light that was shining from the top of the hole.
"Yeah, it's going to take a while, so please don't squirm or we may fall." Frisk said in a neutral tone. He felt Flowey nod, obviously wanting to get out of the Underground pretty badly.
Frisk placed a hand on one of the rungs and tested it. The ladder held.
"Up we go." Frisk said and started climbing, though he didn't get too far. As he placed his foot on the first rung, he felt the ladder go slack.
"Get out of the way!" Flowey yelled and Frisk ran out of the way from the ladder falling from the Surface above. The rope ladder landed with a loud THUD as the easy way back up to the Surface was now gone. Frisk and Flowey were now trapped in the Underground, with only the long way as an option to get out.