Hey guys! Welcome to my very first fanfiction! I hope you enjoy your stay, and be sure to leave a review to help me improve my writing. Constructive criticism is accepted and encouraged. If you catch any grammatical errors, please let me know. If you're new, you're in for a bit of a treat, I think. I'm pretty happy with what I've done here so far.

Hope you enjoy!

Prologue

"See? I never betrayed you!"

"It was all a trick, see?"

"I was waiting to kill him for you!"

"After all, it's me, your best friend!"

"I'm helpful, I can be useful to you!"

"I promise I won't get in your way!"

"I can help…"

"I can…"

"I can…"

"Please don't kill me."

Those were the last words Flowey remembered speaking to Chara on that first genocide. That scene didn't end well: they had heartlessly, mercilessly, emotionlessly, sliced them in half and ground them into oblivion.

The words he had said them on the next several resets hadn't been much different. More or less, he had tried to gain an alliance with Chara in their dustthirsty drive to kill everyone over and over again.

Flowey frowned, seriously reflecting upon these memories now, sitting in that small patch of grass where he always first met them after a new beginning. Over the course of five resets, they had coldly thrust their knife, their pan, notebook - heck, you name it - into every single monster they hunted and found, leaving nobody behind. Over the course of the last five resets, they had taken down almost every monster, weak or strong, in little more than a few, quick blows, and destroying the entire universe at the end of it to eliminate anyone remaining.

Flowey was having a hard time remembering what it was like for the world not to be so dusty.

He had a very hard time believing at this point that he was the most soulless, cold-hearted being in the Underground.

And… He had a hard time believing that… He couldn't do something about it.

Do something about this endless, repetitious genocide that only a select few could really recognize was occurring.

He wasn't the only one who seemed to have character changes from their ability to remember, either. He had definitely been observing some very significant changes throughout each reset from the Smiley Trashbag. From dueling them down in a final battle to the death the first three times, to trying to save his brother (who did the same when he sacrificed himself doing so), to sheer apathy and refusal to fight this last run-through.

Flowey decided, in those first few minutes of the 6th Genocidal reset in a row, that he… He had had enough of this. Of this endless genocide that made his world a horrid, nightmarish, dismal place.

Chara had betrayed him for her own desires countless times. She never really had been a nice person in the first place. For all he had done for her, back when they were but children and not… soulless beings, she had never done any favors in return.

He decided to leave the villain's denied side, and defeat them once and for all.

Well, that might be impossible due to their determination. But, if planned right, maybe… Maybe they could overcome it, control it, turn it another direction.

Flowey remembered that first merciful reset, shortly before he absorbed every soul in the underground. He remembered living monster coming to defend Frisk against him when he had tried to kill them.

What if…

What if they could come to his aid? To save the one, the truly merciful one, under the control and manipulation of the one he had called his childhood friend?

He let that sink in. Having all the monsters in the underground come to his aid in the denial, the resistance, the saving of a genocidal enemy of which could rewind time and avoid a permanent death.

He- ...No… Impossible. He was incapable of any positive emotion, but he couldn't seem to deny it.

The thought filled him with Excitement. Relief. Anticipation.

The realization that this had caused these emotions… When nothing else had…

[*It filled him with Determination.]

But the excitement from the realization faltered shortly, as there was a lot of work to do if he wished to stop Chara before they got far. The closest point to the start where everyone could meet in an ultimate blockade, Chara had as little of a chance to acquire LOVE as possible, was the door to the ruins. But people wouldn't believe him if he didn't have proof to back his claims. A few people, as he had learned through his own resets before the final human fell, had such evidence he could use to his advantage. And the first to go find would be the one who knew what he was going through the most.

More confident and determined in his actions than he had been in a long time, Flowey burrowed into the earth, and set off to find Sans.

Welp, there's the prologue for you. It was a bit shorter than I would have liked, to be honest, but I honestly couldn't find any more ways to extend it further. Hopefully I can do better in the first actual chapter. I'm trying to aim for at least 2K words per chapter, because I find that usually with less, it's just too short to really be good.

Again, constructive criticism is very much encouraged. I enjoy reading your feedback.

Thanks for reading, and I'll see you all next time!