It had been a few weeks since Frisk's pacifism got everyone their "happy ending." The barrier had been destroyed; all monsters and humans lived in peace, and they were all satisfied

Well, all but one person.

Frisk visiting Flowey in the Underground was now a daily event, something that the flower was at first not very happy about, not very happy at all.

"What are you doing here, Frisk? Do you really think keeping me company will do any good?"

The child simply nodded.

"Well, it won't! I'm still soulless, and I'll-"

Flowey's threat was cut off by Frisk hugging him, and the flower gave a low growl, one that didn't scare the child at all.

"You got your 'happy ending,' what else do you want?"

"Come to the surface with me." Frisk replied quickly, as if they were waiting for Flowey to ask that question.

"And why would I want to do that? To see everyone perfectly happy without me? Is this some kind of torture?"

"I just want to help you feel again." The child's voice was clear and earnest.

"I've tried…I've tried! No one can 'fix' me-"

Flowey looked up at Frisk and saw how sad they looked, no matter what the flower did; the child would never stop believing he deserved a happy ending.

"…I'll come visit every now and then, okay Frisk?" Flowey's expression and voiced softened upon seeing his only friend on the verge of tears.

Frisk nodded and hugged Flowey again before standing to leave, the flower could pop in and out of the ground anywhere as long as the area had dirt.

A few days later…

As promised, Flowey showed up in front of Frisk one day after they had gotten home from school. The flower had located an empty flower pot in the human's room that he could squeeze into.

"Hi, Frisk…" The high-pitched, childish voice called out to the human standing at the other side of the room.

"…!" Frisk rushed over to the flower pot, they had put that out just for Flowey, after all. "How…are you doing?" Frisk asked, not knowing what else to say.

Flowey sighed, "This is pointless, Frisk, I still don't see why-"

Frisk suddenly smiled mischievously and lifted the pot, with Flowey still in it. They beamed and held the pot close, giggling innocently.

"Wha-Frisk! I can't move! You…you tricked me! Ughhh…Friiiiiiiiisk…" The flower began to whine rather than make threats; he was now stuck in the flowerpot.

"I'm going to help you, okay?" The child spoke gently to the flower, "I don't care how long it takes for you to feel again, and I won't let you be alone anymore…!" They were filled with determination to help the soulless flower.

"…You're going to fail." Flowey replied in a resigned tone.

Frisk shrugged and smiled, they'd have a whole lifetime's worth of memories to prove him wrong, after all.