Flowey couldn't sleep. He'd finally gave up on trying an hour ago, now on the backrest of the living room couch. The surface was great, having the sun, other plants to talk to, lots of space to explore, even living in the same big house as Frisk and the other nerds was pretty great. It's been about five months since the last total reset. Wow. A new record. Fun. There have been quite a few loads lately. Especially with school in full swing at this point. Usually it's just a few minutes during a school day, but occasionally a whole week or two would be rewound. While Sans has called him "grumpy-pot" 10,709 times so far, apparently he had the more optimistic approach to his reality possibly collapsing at any moment.

Sans stumbled into the house at 4:53am, barely lucid, reeking of alcohol. Leaving his keys in the door, he flopped down onto Flowey's couch. Flowey sighed, the skeleton probably was crying and hungover.

"Did you have a nice night, Sans?"

"It was fucking great,"

"Please tell me that wasn't a pun," Sans looked up at the Flower with a messy smile, before going back to imprinting his face onto the couch. Oh boy. This was gonna be a story to tell Alphys. And a story to tell a heavily modified version of to Papyrus, preventing a lecture for Sans. Honestly he should let Papyrus scold Sans, but he never enjoys doing it seriously. If Flowey and Sans would agree on one thing, it was that Papyrus was the best thing in the entire universe. "Papyrus wouldn't want to see his brother like this, you know," Flowey nagged. He only got a grumble in response. He huffed a little, "I'll let you sleep for a bit, but when people start waking up you'll have to move to your room"

With a few vines, Flowey got to work on making Sans look like he's been home longer, putting the keys and shoes in the right places, even getting the signature jacket off of Sans. It smelt of ketchup, alcohol, and an unfamiliar body odor. Looks like that was a pun. He put it on Sans' bed.

Why wait until there's a time limit? He should put the skeleton on there too.

"Sans," grumble grumble, "Sans I'm gonna move you, don't be limp and unhelpful"

Somehow, with a bit of using vines as spider legs, some puppetry, and maybe some sleepwalking on the skeleton's part, Sans was in his room. Just in time, too, Papyrus' first alarm went off, marking 5:00.

Flowey sighed as both of the skeleton brothers shuffled in their adjacent bedrooms. Paps was probably picking out a morning time story to read.

Flowey skittered into Papyrus' room, letting the distinct, but completely unidentifiable smell absorb into his face. At one point Papyrus had used 16 different air fresheners in different places around his room, and for some reason he really liked it. He reapplies the smell biweekly. All the little rituals he had always brought a smile to the flower's face. Reading a morning time story to Sans was one of them, but today, he probably shouldn't do that.

"Oh, Flowey! Good morning!" Papyrus whispered, waving a gloved hand at Flowey, "I was about to wake Sans up for story time, would you like to join him in intense morning wakefulness?"

"Kinda, I just wanted to tell you that Sans was at one of those star parties last night."

"The ones where they make all the lanterns red and stare at the sky?"

"Yeah, he got back around 2 am, so you should probably let him sleep." While there was a star party happening earlier, Sans had clearly not gone. Or maybe he did and got kicked out. Didn't matter. What did matter was the look on Papyrus' face, his morning ritual being thrown off track. Flowey realized that if he said what he was about to say, he'd probably do it every day for a year. "Want to read to me instead?"

And with that Flowey set himself up as Papyrus' morning buddy. Now with waking up checked off, Flowey now hung out with Papyrus all morning. This was not a bad thing.