"You should tell them who you really are eventually, you know." Frisk set the flower pot in front of them, sitting down to be at the same height as Flowey.

"Oh, please! You heard her…"The flower changed his face to match Toriel's, and attempted to mimic her voice "The poor thing, left in that dark place all alone! Do not worry, little one, we will take care of you…" He then went back to his 'normal' voice and face. "At least you made a good cover story, Frisk…"

The child sighed and sat criss-cross, propping up their chin on their hands. "Don't worry, Flowey…everyone here is going to take good care of you, you'll be happy, one day…"

"Everyone? Do you really know that? Asgore, Toriel, Papyrus…Sure, they're nice to everyone no matter what...idiots." Flowey laughed sadly for a moment, remembering when Papyrus had tried to start the 'Flowey Fan Club.' "But fish lady and smiley trashbag? Yeah, they won't find a talking flower suspicious at all…And don't even get me started on that so-called 'brilliant scientist,' she's the reason I'm stuck like this in the first place!"

Frisk couldn't help but laugh at the funny nicknames Flowey came up with, and decided to ignore the comment about Alphys for now. "Yeah, okay, they might have their guards up at first…but I'm sure they'll warm up to you…!" The child then realized his flower friend was probably more worried about getting injured, Undyne and Sans in particular tended to get a little…violent when suspicious. "No one here is going to hurt you; I won't let them hurt you."

"Why are you being so nice to me!? I don't deserve it…" For the first time in a while, Flowey was showing signs of regret-it wasn't a positive emotion-but he had to start somewhere.

"Everyone deserves a second chance," Frisk replied, reaching out to pet their friend, who grumbled. "Especially after all you've been through, and…I mean…" They lowered their voice to a whisper—in case Toriel was around to hear—and the child's eyes started to glimmer with admiration. "You did destroy the barrier; you're the reason why we're all here right now."

"That wasn't me, Frisk. You know that, I told you not to think-" Flowey would rather not remember the mistakes that he made in his past life, but was cut off before he could finish the thought.

Frisk wasn't having any of it, "You're still the same person, A-" it was their turn to be cut off.

The flower hissed viciously and made his 'scary face,' which actually kept Frisk quiet this time. The child realized this was too sensitive of a topic.

"TORIEL! FRISK! WE ARE HERE!" Papyrus's voice boomed from the other side of the house, along with the sound of a door bursting open.

"Oh great…" Flowey groaned as Frisk quickly picked him up and rushed to the door.

The first thing Frisk did when seeing Sans and Papyrus was shove Flowey right in front of them, hoping he'd at least try to be nice.

"FLOWEY! IS THAT YOU?" Papyrus was happy to see his old friend again, completely clueless as to what was going on with the flower. Sans, however, remained silent-and Frisk could tell he was suspicious.

"Yep! I'm staying here with Frisk and Toriel now!" Flowey used his friendly voice, pretending to be happy and cheerful, pretending to feel something.

"THAT'S GREAT! FRISK, CAN I HOLD FLOWEY FOR A LITTLE BIT? I DON'T THINK I'VE EVER SEEN HIM THIS UP CLOSE BEFORE!" Frisk handed the flower pot to Papyrus, then walked over to Sans and pulled him aside to talk.

"Alright kid, what's the deal with the flower?" He kept his voice quiet, but glanced over at Papyrus and the flower every once in a while, he had no reason to trust the soulless plant.

Frisk sighed, "Look…Flowey, he isn't everything he seems. I can't tell you everything yet…but right now, he really just needs some good friends. I'm sure after some time he'll stop acting like he did back in the Underground." The human tried to give a reassuring smile.

It was Sans's turn to sigh, one that sounded defeated. "Ok, Frisk, I'll trust you. But if that yellow freak even gets close to hurting anybody here…" His eye started to glow before he could even finish the sentence.

But Frisk knew just how to make sure Sans would be nice to Flowey, and not attack him over the littlest sign of a threat. "Promise me," Frisk said firmly, "Promise me you won't hurt him unless he's actually a threat. Flowey's stuck in that pot now, he can't move from there to hurt anybody even if he wanted to."

"You know I hate making—" Sans stopped talking when he saw how desperate his friend looked, "Okay, okay, I promise."

Frisk smiled in thanks as they went back to join Papyrus and Flowey, who were still chatting away. The flower did a good job of pretending to be happy.

Maybe one day he won't have to pretend anymore.