This story has a Prologue called The Creature Named Frisk if you want to see everything that happened in the timeline, to bring us to this present day. Otherwise, you can just ride with the flow and it won't take too long before you figure out what happened. Enjoy.:)

On the Surface: Human Colony 248:

"Vermiculite feels best," Flowey complained. "Where is it already?" He watched Frisk bring out his treasure. His favorite soil. She ripped open the bag and poured it in an empty pot. She added a little bit of water to it and mixed it up to the consistency she knew he wanted it to be. After all, she knew Flowey's tastes by now. They hadn't changed any more than he had, or she had. Well, that's not exactly true. Her height hadn't changed, but her body had matured. It was just another reminder of what happened. Having a used soul stunted her growth. She barely gained an inch on her old self.

After she moved her hands, Flowey slunk himself into the exceptionally feeling soil. So delicious along his vines.

"Frisk," one of her guards said, "can I speak to you?" Flowey could tell he was up to no good. Frisk had been imprisoned for almost ten years already, and it wasn't unusual to find the guards trying to make deals with her now. She was almost of age for the humans, and Flowey knew they were bound to start doing something. After all the humans were evil, foul, greedy, uncompassionate, and demented. Maybe not the last part. Maybe that was more him.

Still, Flowey tried to do what he said as Asriel. Tried to be there for her, but sometimes she made it hard. Like today. Knewwww iiiiit. She was a girl after all, almost of age, imprisoned. Flowey may just be a soulless creature, but . . . he still knew what was what. He could hear it clearly from the guard's unclean, dirty lips.

They were trying to bargain with her. If she supposedly fell in love with a guard and had a family, she would be spared of her fate by being left to the guard to marry. They'd been spouting that for years to her, ever since she was ten. Like the earlier she knew, the more she would believe it. Even her eyes seemed to recognize that it was probably a bum deal. Yet, she still nodded and whispered something back.

She came back to him with a smile. "Like the soil?"

"You can't recover from guilt," Flowey said, his face contorting as a warning, "by becoming a sllllluuuu . . . you know the word."

She didn't know how to take his straightforwardness, so she did what she often did when Flowey got too ambitious for her. She ignored him.

"You need to stay out of it, flower," her guard warned him. "Not exactly hard to kill a flower. Wrong soil. Not enough water. Doesn't even take a weapon."

"Don't," Frisk said to the guard.

Ah, great. The guard knew her weakness. Him. The only one that accepted her as being the genocidal maniac she had once been.

"Then, maybe he better shut his trap. This is just us, not the other guards," the guard said. "Christmas is around the corner. I get a full three days off. We can try then."

"How do you know your seed isn't shooting blanks?" Flowey asked him, knowing exactly what rubbed a human the wrong way by now.

"Frisk?" Another guard came into the room. "Come on over to the living room, I'd like to talk to you."

Come of age, they started swarming. Flowey knew it. He expected it. The other guards argued against each other, and then headed outside together. "What a fun day so far. Gonna have a happy Eighteenth Birthday tomorrow, Frisk." She didn't smile. "I wonder how you'll celebrate your pathetic human anniversary of the day you were born? With your family? Oh, of course not. Never allowed to see them. Hm. I wonder who will want to spend it with you?"

"Does it even really matter?" she asked. "Good with your soil now?"

"Never good, Frisk," Flowey reminded her. "Comfy." He watched her walk out of the room. Flowey had been around the surface for nearly ten years, reading and studying about humans. And unknown to Frisk? He knew how to go through several things. Flowey didn't just need soil to get around. He got through tile too. And, thanks to that, someone besides her guards were coming to talk to her today.

Thanks to a note from him. Her dear Flowey. Humans were like monsters when it came to certain things, like never before created things. New inventions and discoveries. And? And Flowey had the perfect set up that no human scientist could ignore. No, none of those buffoon guards would get her stuck in any deal that would just ruin her life and make her feel like it was more karma. Nope.

By the time his plan reached fruition, they would never even want to touch her.

It was a good thing Flowey didn't have a soul or he'd feel terrible. It did cross a line, but she was going to be crossing a line too. Life was hard enough, why make it even harder? The only thing that really seemed to bother him was that he would probably never feel his precious vermiculite again.

Then again, she was once a genocidal maniac. He was her only friend in the world. She'd have to look past it. Just like everything else.

Flowey relaxed a couple more hours until he saw the human's captain guard order Frisk's departure, threw chains on her and hurled her out. "Have a nice time, Frisk!" he yelled.

She wasn't going to have a nice time.

Maybe Flowey should have rethought this. Frisk didn't return home for a whole month. He didn't get any of his favorite soils, no one bothered to water him, even when he wasn't being mean. Did they expect him to die? Well, joke was on them. It takes more than that to kill him.

Flowey watched as Frisk came through the door. She was carrying a book and a look in her eyes. Ooooh. "Now remember, I don't have a soul," he said quickly. "You murdered and almost wiped out all the monsters. What was your excuse?" She didn't answer but it was clear she wanted to know why. "Cuttin' to the chase. Humans are unclean, vile things," he said. "If your guards all wanted something from you, who else do you think they wanted something from? Viruses. Diseases. I probably saved your life." Oh yeah, that wouldn't work on her. "I made life a little less miserable. None of them will want anything to do with you now."

Frisk just choked loudly.

"Hey, I promised I'd watch out for ya," Flowey said. "The road you were considering was bad, bad, bad. And you would have done it too, because I know you. Anything you can do to punish yourself a little bit more, you do. In your mind, it's justice. In reality? It's sick. That's not how we go on." He circled closer to her. "You don't see me punishing myself, do you?" he asked. "I served my punishment. And you? You finished yours a long time- A ha hah ha hah haha ha!" Flowey couldn't finish his 'trying to sound like I care' speech when he saw the name of the book she was holding.

So You're Having A Half-Monster Baby

His leaves were clinging to his own vines, he couldn't stop laughing! What a name for a book! "Only a human would name a book that!"

"This isn't funny." Frisk lied the book down. "I wanted to keep monsters out of my life for good, and what did you go and do?"

"Visited a research lab that was known to like experimenting with monsters and that had several successful cases," Flowey said flauntingly. Yeah, flauntingly, why not? He had it, he showed it. "Left them contact information on you and which of your guards could be corrupted enough to turn the other way while they illegally got their hands on something they've wanted for a very long time?" A used soul. A regular soul couldn't survive all the pregnancies. They were limited in the kind of monsters they could experiment with successfully. But on a used soul? Anything goes. There was only one way for a used soul to die, and pregnancy couldn't have been farther from it. "So, who's the lucky monster race? A Pyrope? No normal human could handle the fire. How about Icecap?" Flowey couldn't help it, he was curious. A half human monster that was probably never successfully born. This was going to be interesting to see.

And he liked interesting things. Frisk always kept it interesting. Never knew what they would throw at her next.

"They said they weren't telling me," she said softly. "I didn't need to know anything except there would be twins." Frisk picked the book back up.

"I might be able to figure it out. Monster personalities-"

"Are preknown, I know, it isn't grown like humans. It has the potential to change, especially through harsh or traumatic events, but it usually doesn't. Just . . . one of the several ways monsters are different than humans." Frisk covered her eyes. "Monster."

"Hm. You feel bad," Flowey noticed.

"No shit!" Frisk yelled at him. "I'm bringing two innocent souls into my screwed up life, Flowey! Innocence to the sinners."

"Hm." Yep, she felt bad. Let's see. If he were normal, he'd feel bad too. What would he say if he were feeling bad? That he was sorry? Would he tell her to look on the bright side? What would he say? "You're great at taking care of things. Look at me? I am absolutely dry, no one's given me an ounce of water. I need you to take care of me because you are good at it." There. That was probably right. Right?

"You could have threatened me with it, Flowey. Warned me? Say 'Hey, if you consider punishing yourself like that, I'm gonna do this'," Frisk said. "I only agreed to hear him out, not that I'd do anything. Why would I want to bring innocence into this evil life of mine? Just no warning, I just needed a warning!"

"Ah? Oh yes, one with a soul might have done that," Flowey realized. "Sorry. I am missing that ingredient. But hey, I am trying to be good without a soul. I haven't done too bad, right?" The tears in her eyes probably meant that wasn't right. Well, he tried.

That's what trying to pretend to have feelings got him. More hurt feelings. "I'll help you figure it out. It'll make raising them easier." He was the son of the king of Monsters after all. He was raised to know everything about monsters so that he could take over. He could do this. Didn't need a soul for information. "Okay, so put on a bright face and pretend to be happy a few seconds for your Friend to the End, Flowey! Because you know I'm here 'til the end, whichever one you consider it, or whatever grossly painful horrific form it will finally come in." There, that was sweet but true. "Let's see. You said twins. Several monsters are born in duos and some in triplets. When will they be born?"

"I don't know." She took a seat on the couch. "Three to nine months."

"Well, that's a short gestation. Could be a Froggit but those are born in triplets," Flowey said, trying to figure it out. "Anything else they said?"

"Not really," Frisk admitted. She pulled her feet off the floor and against her stomach. "It was something they always wanted to try, but at the time, they had no recipients that could survive."

Yeah. Used souls weren't so established as something useful for humanity when they shoved Monsters down into the mountain. Before that, he learned they were just hunted down and killed brutally. "That doesn't really help at all. A twin duo monster, born in as little as three months, that no normal human could survive."

Candidates were thin. Frisk was something special scientists couldn't get their hands on easily. Although they could benefit the scientific community, their place was . . . well, not so good. "Hey another positive! You don't have any punishments until after their born. Pretty great, huh?"

" . . . sure, Flowey," she said softly.

Okay. Not great enough. Hm. Well? Let's see. "Could it be the Monster King's? No, that was single. But, they would want a lot of power. Who had a lot of-oooh." He got it. "Well, good news, human! Daddy's long since dead. Sort of. Well, scattered throughout time in a million pieces anyhow." Yeah, Frisk had no idea what Flowey was referring to. It wasn't that big of a surprise. Chances she would encounter anything about him was slim, and if she did, it would have only been when she was playing nice. She wouldn't have remembered it otherwise, with all that LOVE in her.

"It takes three months to make a Skeleton. A Skeleton is born in a set, and gets a little more lost inside when they lose their twin. Their personalities bounce off each other, preventing either one from going in the wrong direction too far."

"A Skeleton?!" Frisk went from merely sitting to crawling back on the couch like he could hurt her. Aw, the feeling of power. How he missed that. "Not Sans or Papyrus', right?!"

Really? "Gaster," Flowey said. "They aren't going for bumbling idiots, they'll want the best of the best for something like this. But, Gaster was their great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great ancestor. He created the core. Isn't story time fun?"

"Humans didn't have that technology back then," Frisk said to him. "How is that possible?"

"No, but monsters did," Flowey reminded her. "And humans were decently okay smart. They left some of the monster areas alone and just researched it until a time in history where they could understand and use it. A lot of Gaster's tech is actually used to this day." Yeah, that had to be it. It fit the gestation, needing a twin, and the final element of survival. Skeletons could resemble the skeleton inside of a human, but they were far from the same thing. Better chance of successfully having a Pyrope. "Golly, Frisk, this is bound to be fun to see how it turns out! Never know what pops up with you!"

"Born in twins. Who was his brother?" Frisk asked curiously.

"Blaster. He died in the war," Flowey said. "King Asgore told me that ages ago. That's why he went so . . . far in one direction. Created the core, but then created something else that shattered him across time and space."

"Across time and space?" Frisk asked him.

"Just tell the little scamps that he's dead. I mean, he might as well be," Flowey said. "Even if he didn't and somehow did survive being shattered, which is doubtful, then he'd surely be dead by this time. It's been a thousand years. His only relatives left are ancient. And dumb as a pile of rocks compared to him."

"They weren't dumb. They made a great team," Frisk said. "Even when I did it . . . I felt something about it. Enough that I remembered Sans' name at Judgment Hall."

"Well, glad you could stand them," Flowey warned her, "because it's gonna feel like you're raising them. Skeleton personalities are paired for a reason. One is usually way too mellow. One is way too overconfident. You need the two to survive because they bounce off of each other. Yep, it's gonna feel like . . ." Eww. "Like I'm going to be around Smiley Trashbag and his attached Idiot Brother? The Moronic Twins? For the rest of . . ." Nooo! "Oh no, what have I done?!"

"Oh, Now you get upset about it?" Frisk complained.

"Now there's something to be upset about! Oh, baby skeletons. Oh, babybones. This is going to suck. Suck, suck, suck." Flowey couldn't feel anger or love or sadness, but there was one thing he did know. Annoyance. "Why me?"