"Sigh...another day where nothing happens."
Flowey the Flower, once an empty psychopath who's only joy came from killing others or reseting a time line, had learned about another emotion, boredom. The human that fell 2 years, 5 months, 3 weeks and 3 days ago had still not reset, which was good. However thanks to not reseting nothing ever happened, which was bad. He couldn't reset the timeline for himself and the souls have gone on to who knows where at this point. Frisk occasionally visited to check on him and at least once a month someone would fall down Mount Ebott being led by Flowey to the exit on a tour of what once was. Today though, there was no one. No idiot human falling, no Frisk coming to check up on him, just a lonely flower without a soul.
"Why can't something happen for once!?" he yelled.
No one responded.
"...Urgh, there you go again, yelling to absolutely no one for the hundredth time in a row this week." That was of course an over exaggeration though he did do that at least three times a day. "Well at least it's better than doing every single day! It was so much better when I could reset however...NO! That was the old Flowey, you don't kill people any more. Curse that idiot human and their determination! Now I feel all sorts of emotions again but now I-"
"...can't stop talking to yourself?" a deeper voice that didn't belong to Flowey spoke.
He turned behind him to see a second being with his hands behind his back.. It appeared to be a monster, but he hadn't seen him before. The figure looked like a wolf with dark grey fur, but standing on four legs and the size of a human. They appeared to male, or at least a person who liked wearing fancy clothing, due the outdated top hat and the grey tuxedo they were wearing. They had only one tail but it seemed to way longer than a normal wolves tail but appeared to be injured due to the white bandages on it. Flowey couldn't see his eyes due to the top hat shadows covering them, but that was the least important.
"Oh," Flowey apologized, surprisingly "didn't see you there."
"Good day Flowey!" he speaks again. "...or night for that matter. My name is Simeon Lachance but you may address me as Simeon."
Usually Flowey would not have been the least shocked by the monster that's present, but there was something odd about that Simeon character. He hadn't seen him during any of his one million resets. Ok maybe 1 million was a little bit of an overstatement...or maybe an understatement, regardless he assumed they would have meet at least once. On the other hand, he seemed friendly enough to talk to.
"Hey quick question." the being without a soul asked the monster with one. "How did you know my name?"
"You said it while you were talking to yourself." Simeon responded walking close twoards him, "you said 'that was the old Flowey so I just assumed that was your name
"Oh...yeah, I forgot." the flower did the plant equivalent of a face palm, which he called a pollen palm. "Anyways, what do you want exactly? Monsters have returned to the surface 2 years ago and...you know that means your'e free."
"Don't worry, I know about how the monsters, like myself, were freed by a sheer will of determination from a child...but that not why I'm here. I just came here to look at the ruins and just happened to see you, who seemed like you needed someone to talk to. So I thought, hey maybe I could be the one that talks to you!"
"Uh...you seemed more serious a few minutes ago than now."
"Oh? But what's the harm of a little humor?"
"It depends on the type of humor your'e into you idiot" Flowey looked at the wolf who appeared to be frowning. "...sorry about that, I didn't mean to call you an idiot. It's just...what one person thinks is funny may not be as funny to another person. You might know what I'm talking about but...let's just say I did somethings that some would consider, evil."
Simeon tipped his top hat "Then I guess we'd be on the same boat...Asriel Dreemur."
That name.
That burden of a name. He had not been called by that name had by nobody (excluding Frisk) in...who knows how many years none the less decades someone had actually called him by that name?
"W-what?" Flowey had gained another emotion, fear.
"A...Ah!" the fashionable wolf apologized "Sorry about calling you that. I was just thinking that you'd act a lot like the former prince of the Underground had he been living."
Flowey wasn't sure wether or not he was being sincere. None the less he smiled and forgave him (insincerely) "It's okay. But like you said, the kings son is dead and it was such a sad way to die as well. Absorbed the soul of his dead sibling [6 letter name here], went to the surface, shot multiple times by arrows, went back to the underground. All just so he could lay his sibling in their favorite flower garden, which ultimately was a wish unfulfilled. Sadly, he couldn't get the second chance to help them...live."
"You know that's another reason I'm here Flowey." Mister Lachance's smile appeared again.
"Huh?" the flower turned over to him. "What do you mean another reason?"
"Well first look down at your hands...or petals for that matter, and keep looking at them for a bit"
Flowey did just that and he looked down at them. "What the heck is that for?"
"Well, you don't know what changes when you miss when you blink."
As the word blinked was said, Flowey blinked. When he opened his eyes once more he saw not his green petals and leaves at but instead...4 fingered hands with white fur? Wait...those sleeves, could it be-?
"What the heck?!" yelled Flowey...or Asriel for that matter. "Okay no more mister nice goat. You better answer these 3 questions or else I'll fight. Who are you, what did you do to me and what do you want?"
"I told you the first one already. I am Simeon Lachance." the wolf moved his top hat up to reveal "To respond to the second question I turned you into yourself. Thirdly I want to show you a place of second chances."
"What do you mean show me a world with...OH MY HYPER STARS!" That exclamation bleated by the goat child was due to where he was. He was not in the underground but instead in a place that looked like outer space, but that couldn't be right since he was still breathing. Breathing...heh, he hadn't breathed in so long and photosynthesis was really diffrent compared to it.
Simeon stood up. "Of course this is not the place I'm talking about." he continued "The place I'm talking about is much more, exciting than this place. It's full of life, happiness and filled with others from diffrent worlds that wanted a second chance. They may not have deserved it...but they wouldn't remember their old sins anyways."
"Huh? What does that even-"
"I mean that they would be stripped on their former selfs, filled with vice, regret, rage, or other emotion and become one that will not be judged for that sin as they have been stripped of it, along with their identity. I know that may sound exceedingly bad but...isn't worse to be judged for a sin that wasn't you in the first place? Of course, this new identity doesn't mean that you'll won't be able to sin again and that any sins committed as the new you won't count, it only means that the sins you have right now will not count against you in the afterlife."
"Uh...I I'm not exactly what one would call religious Mister Lachance."
"Ah. I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that.
"Don't worry...however...this place you talk about, I wonder though...will it make feel...those emotions again?"
"Maybe it will...mabye it won't, in the end you'll never know if you don't go. This is your choice however, I am going to force you to head to this world of second chances. If you feel as though you might be satisfied in the underworld then I will take you there and turn you back into the flower that you once were. If you do choose to go however, I will change your body, personality and memories at will regardless of what you say. Your old sins will be no more but you won't be you exactly."
"..." Asriel thought for a minute until finally he nodded his head.
"Good," Simeon lifted his head to reveal his eyes, which lacked in the pupils. The irises were still there and were both the lightest of gold. With a snap of his fingers the goat child feel asleep.
"Now prepare for the ultimate the second chance."
The sweater that Asriel was wearing started to change color from green, to blue, to purple, to pink. At the same time his sleeves disappeared completely. The yellow stripes were split into two squares and then four rectangles. Each one of them rotated until they had created a fifth diamond made out of the other ones. The top one grew bigger and bigger and changed it's color to orange. The ones at the sides became a dark tan and a light tangerine while the one at the bottom remained the same shade of yellow as it was before that day.
Next to change was the goat childs pants. The corduroy and diem that once made his jeans changed into lavender tweed and violet velvet. But that wasn't all that happened. They changed from pants to a skirt in less than a minute. His adam's apple faded away and...y'know those other two part of the body that together determine gender, one above your weights and one bellow it? Both of them were the opposite one than they was before. He, now she, she also got new shoes and socks, vice versa order of the order they were put on.
Soon the rest of the kids (which is a pun for baby goat) body started to change too. Two brown spots began to form followed by one on her left arm and one on her right and finally the last one formed surrounding her right eye. Speaking of eyes underneath her closed ones her iris color changed into red and her iris in the middle of it turned into a oval, similar to what a real goat would have. Brown fur started to grow on the back side of his body looking similar to girls hair. A bracelet appeared on her leg and a pony tail appeared on the back of the young girls hair. Finally a red heart sticker appeared on her face, probably made to imitate a tattoo. Now her psyical changes were complete but they were not mental.
"Listen well, forget everything you thought you knew about yourself for now it is fiction." Simeon began to fill the goats mind with new info "You are not Asriel Dreemur nor is your name Flowey the Flower. Your name is Andrea Descoteaux. You are nine years old and an Aries. You are an eternal optimist personality and social butterfly, thus giving you lots of friends"
"Andrea...Nine...Optimist...Social Butterfly...Friends..." Andrea repeated.
"You are not the son of a queen and a king but instead a the daughter happy baker named Theodora and her caring husband, Agamemnon. You call them mama and papa and every night they tell you that they love you to the moon and back as you do. Your favorite food is the moon pie your mother makes for you"
"Daughter...Baker...Stay at Home...Love...Moon Pie..." Andrea repeated.
"You also have a younger sibling, Charley who is not a demon who comes when people call their name..."
"A demon who what now?"
He tried to avoid that topic "...but instead a black goat who's previous father was a solider who died during a battle and her mother, a widow, couldn't take care of her on her own. As such she assigned her most trusted friend, your mama, to take care of her. You and them often visit her during the holidays, their birthday and sometimes during special occasions."
"Adoptive...Charley...Black Goat...Dead Dad...Widow..."
"Lastly, you go to school at Chance Elementary with said sibling. Your papa is the principal there so you often visit him when you want to talk or in the unlikely event that you get in trouble. Your house is only two blocks away from the school, which is walking distance for you, and it also doubles as the bakery your mom works at. Sometimes you even assist her when you don't have little to no homework."
"Chance...Principal...Unlikley...Walking Distance...Homework."
"Other aspects of your personality will be determined once you reach Dimension S.R.C. as do all that have come here. For now though...you will sleep..."
"...sleep..." with that the former crazy flower stoped talking and started to dream of tommorow...
BEEP BEEP BEEP
"GAH!" Andrea's rest came to a halt when the sound of an alarm rang throughout the pink room filled with stuffed animals.
After breathing in and out she eventually found a good rhythm and hit the "snooze" button. The alarm meant it was her cue to get up and out of bed, the later part being harder as it was so comfy. But despite her hardships she got up, out and at em'...that is after checking to see if their step-sibling was okay. Luckily, they were in the other side of the room and so she just had to walk a few inches followed by a little bit of shaking.
"Hey, Charley? Are you up yet?"
"...w-what?" the black goat opened their eyes. "Oh. Hey there Ann what's up?"
Andrea didn't like being "Ann" and Charley knew it. She showed her disgust in the form of a frown. She then put poker face back on and pointed to the window.
"The sun is" was her answer "so are the clouds, the neighbors, our parents and us."
Charley looked at her step-sister and corrected her. "Your parents, my step-parents, both of them are still are still our caretakers and they both do a good job caring us."
"That's not how you pronounce "love" Charley!" The kid giggled a little.
"So..." said Charley, avoiding that previous subject and looking at the calendar which read October, Monday 5th, XX10. "...what are we gonna to do today at school?"
"I don't know but...I hope that we get around Finnish to that Desperaux book. We only got around to part two of it, wonder what will happen next?"
"Maybe he'll die"
"WAAHHHH?!" Andrea started to tear up. "Your'e joking right?!"
"S-sorry I didn't mean to-!"
"Just kidding" she then did a gesture when she hit her head and stuck her tongue out.
Charley was shocked that she'd have the strength to do that. "Wow, your'e not 100% innocent after all."
"Maybe I'm not but..." the spotted kids tone got series "...it's not like I didn't see you stealing a slice of mama's pie yesterday. Don't worry though I'll keep it our little secret."
"Your papa says that blood is thicker than water. Guess you'd rather have the water than the thicker blood."
"I don't need something that thick anyways. Besides, blood is gross." Andrea chatted.
"Also...Papa said we might be getting a new piano teacher next week. Wonder what's that about?"
