Warning: This contains spoilers for the pacifist ending and genocide run, mild swearing, a sadistic flower who has a habit of threatening to violently murder anybody who dares approach him, and an excess of horrible, horrible puns that are in no way entertaining. Unless you're Sans or Toriel.
I write Frisk as a female because it's just easier for me and I like to take shortcuts.
Takes place after the pacifist ending, after everybody's gone back up to the surface and everything's just peachy keen. Frisk is living with Toriel and the Skelebros, and they're all trying to adjust to life on the surface. With Flowey. Frisk has adopted Flowey as a houseplant of sorts, albeit a very cynical and murdery one. He can't actually land an attack on anyone though. Breaking the barrier drained him of almost all his power, including most of the power he had before he absorbed any souls.
That doesn't make him any more pleasant to live with.
It started off as average a day as any other had been. The house woke up with Papyrus' daily exercises, which was mostly him repeating self-encouraging phrases at the top of his lungs while jogging in place. Nobody complained because Papyrus was far more reliable and effective than any alarm clock in the overworld.
Toriel woke up and headed down to the kitchen to make some pancakes for the rest of the household. Sans had gone back to sleep after his brother's routine, but managed to roll out of bed once he caught the sweet scent of food. Food was worth waking up for. Especially Toriel's food, home-cooked with good ol' fire magic.
Frisk was the last to make her way down to the breakfast table. In her arms, she carried a pot with a bitter little flower slumped over in it. She set the flowerpot in the middle of the table and poured a glass of water in the pot, letting it soak up into the soil and the flower's roots.
"Good morning, my child," Toriel greeted brightly, setting a plate of pancakes in front of Frisk. Frisk smiled widely and gave her a hug.
Sans grabbed a bottle of ketchup and started spreading some on his pancakes. Frisk stared for a moment at the skeleton's choice in pancake toppings. "What? You want some on your pancakes too?" He offered the ketchup to her, but she shook her head and grabbed the syrup instead. Sans shrugged. "To each their bone."
Toriel let out a chuckle. Papyrus glared at his brother. "SANS! It's too early in the morning to put up with your horrible puns!"
"Do jokes really matter? You're all gonna die anyway."
Papyrus shifted his gaze to the flower in the middle of the table. "Flowey! You know the rules! No death threats at the table!"
Flowey rolled his eyes. "I still don't understand why you don't just kill me."
"I don't either," Sans agreed, a bright blue spark glinting in his eye for just a moment.
Frisk shifted in her seat and nudged Sans. He ruffled her hair and went back to eating his ketchup-covered pancakes. Frisk offered a piece of her pancakes to the flower. He didn't react at all, continuing only to glare at her silently. "I. Don't. Eat."
Frisk sighed. Maybe tomorrow morning, she'd have better luck at getting him to open up.
Toriel's phone rang. "Hello? Yes, this is Ms. Toriel…A substitute? Yes, today's an in-service, so I think I'll be able to…alright, thank you. I'm happy to help." She hung up and turned to Frisk. "Frisk, they need a substitute over at the school across town. Since today's a day off for our school, they're asking me to fill in." She bent down to give the child a hug. "I know we were looking forward to spending the day together, but we can reschedule." Toriel walked over to the corner of the living room, where her textbooks and teaching notes were all stacked, and started packing up her materials.
Papyrus grinned even wider than usual. "HOORAY! I can finally get some quality time with my favorite human child! We shall play many games, like the one where the dastardly dog goes to jail!"
Sans leaned back in his chair. "Don't worry, Tori. Frisk will keep an eye on us to make sure we don't accidentally burn the house down, and we'll make sure Frisk doesn't die of bonliness."
"SANS!"
"Eh, what can I say? I'm a punny guy."
Papyrus retreated upstairs with a huff.
Toriel gave Frisk one last kiss on the cheek. "Be good, okay?"
"Don't worry Tori, you should be more worried about us behaving than Frisk," Sans said with a wink. Toriel gave him an amused smile as she walked out the door.
Frisk and Sans stared at each other for a moment.
"So, uh, what do you feel like doing?"
Frisk shrugged.
Sans sighed. He didn't spend much solo time with the kid. Sure, they hung out a lot, but it was normally around others, like Papyrus and Undyne and Alphys. Well, technically Flowey was in the room too, but he'd been more interested in sulking all day and threatening anybody who dared disrupt his brooding.
Seriously, what did Frisk like to do? Sure there was cooking, but none of them (except Toriel) could cook something decent without literally setting the house on fire. There was also the game that Papyrus had suggested, Monopoly. But he probably wasn't interested in coming downstairs right now, and those games were always more fun with Papyrus.
The kid seemed awfully attached to that flower, though.
An idea formed in Sans' head. "Hey, Frisk? You wanna come up with ways to get Flowey to have fun?" Sans grinned mischievously. He could swear he heard a low growl coming from the flower.
Frisk's eyes widened in excitement. "Like what?" she asked softly.
"Like maybe we could make him a friendship bracelet or something, and teach him how to play cards, and maybe even take him out for Nice Cream."
Frisk tapped her chin. None of the subtler ways she'd tried to befriend Flowey had helped. She'd tried sharing her food, reading him bedtime stories, and bringing him to school for show and tell. Perhaps it was time for a more aggressive approach…
The two approached the flower, identical grins on their faces and mischief in their eyes. In the half-second Flowey looked up, he knew he was in trouble.
"NO," He growled.
"Oh, yes," Sans retorted, a little bit too gleefully.
Flowey shook off his gloomy demeanor and started to violently flail around. "NONONONONOOOO!" Frisk gasped as Flowey's pot started to move off of the edge of the table and ran to catch him, but Sans appeared there first.
He dusted off the dirt that had fallen out of the pot and onto his jacket. "Teleportation magic has its perks, kiddo," He winked at Frisk. "Why don't you run upstairs and tell Papyrus we have a friendship challenge on our hands?"
Frisk nodded, excited, and ran upstairs to Papyrus's room.
Sans glared at Flowey. "You're gonna cooperate. And you're gonna like it. Frisk is going to have a good day here, or you're gonna have a bad time. Do I make myself clear?"
Flowey smirked at the skeleton. "You wouldn't dare lay a bony finger on me. You promised them you wouldn't kill me, no matter how bitter and annoying I am."
"That doesn't mean I promised not to beat the living snot out of you if you go too far."
Neither of them wavered in their expressions. But inside, they were both cringing.
It was going to be a tough day for both of them.
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Hopefully I'll actually get to posting another chapter. Even if it is weeks from now. I, like many others, am a busy college kid trying to survive.
