"GOOD MORNING, TINY HUMAN NEPHEW! THE GREAT PAPYRUS HAS WONDERFUL NEWS: I HAVE BEEN REWARDED WITH A DAY OFF! OF COURSE, THE GREAT PAPYRUS REQUIRES NO RESPITE FROM HIS DUTIES AS ROYAL GUARD, BUT NONETHELESS I ACCEPTED IN ORDER TO SPEND THE DAY WITH YOU! EMBRACES!"

Frisk was yanked into a hug so fierce and warm that he nearly dropped Flowey's pot. At this point he was used to Papyrus proclaiming every Saturday to be a special 'day off' (he never seemed to catch on that he had every Saturday off and always attributed it to him outdoing himself in terms of greatness and being granted leave). He hugged his beloved uncle right back, snickering as he heard Flowey gag at the affectionate display.

Unfortunately for the sentient flower, Papyrus immediately took note of his presence.

"OH! I SEE YOU HAVE BROUGHT ALONG OUR FLOWER FRIEND! GOOD DAY, FLOWEY! ARE YOU HERE TO SPEND TIME WITH US AS WELL?"

"No…" grumbled Flowey.

"Yes!" chirped Frisk.

"Frisk…"

"We are both ready to be japed today, Uncle Papyrus! But before that, we're really hungry. Could you maybe make us something to eat?"

"Friiiiiissk…!" whined Flowey, but it was far too late as Papyrus' perpetual giant grin somehow managed to become wider as he positively beamed.

"OF COURSE! YOUR MOTHER IS SLEEPING IN…I SUPPOSE MY BROTHER'S LAZINESS IS BEGINNING TO RUB OFF ON HER! BUT AT ANY RATE, I SHALL PREPARE YOU AND FLOWEY A DELECTIBLE MORNING MEAL! WE SHALL HAVE PASTA IN THE MORNING! I'LL EVEN PREPARE THE PASTA WITH A SIDE OF WAFFLES TO MAKE IT MORE APPROPRIATE FOR MORNING CONSUMPTION!"

"Uggggghhhh…" moaned Flowey miserably. Though he admittedly liked Papyrus more than he liked the other members of Frisk's family, one thing that never seemed to change throughout the different timelines was the fact that he couldn't stand Papyrus' cooking. And there was no reset button to save him now.

"YOUR MOAN OF ANTICIPATION IS APPRECIATED, FLOWEY, THOUGH NOT ENTIRELY UNEXPECTED! WOULD YOU CARE TO HELP ME IN THE KITCHEN, FRISK?"

"Actually, Uncle Pap, me and Flowey were gonna go outside and look for some prime spots to lay out puzzles. Besides, we wouldn't wanna get in your way. The more involved you are with the cooking, the better it'll be, so it's better if I'm a hundred percent outta your way so it'll be a hundred percent fantastic."

"Good brown-nosing," snickered Flowey.

"I'm not brown-nosing," Frisk whispered. "What's brown-nosing?"

Flowey rolled his eyes. Papyrus' eyes were shimmering.

"OH, OF COURSE! WELL, I'LL GET STARTED! FIND A GOOD SPOT AND HURRY BACK!"

"You've got it, Uncle!" said Frisk before he scurried out of the house and to the backyard.

"Ugh," gagged Flowey. "You do realize that we're gonna have to eat whatever he cooks, right?"

"He's not that bad, Flowey! Jeez, you're such a critic!"

"You try having the digestive system of a plant! If you think that stuff's hard to eat with a human stomach…"

"Okay, okay," sighed Frisk, wanting to avoid an unnecessary argument, especially one that involved Flowey criticizing his lovable uncle-one of the best parts about having Sans as his dad was the fact that he could now call Papyrus his uncle. That had admittedly been a bit awkward at first, though ("NOW THIS IS MAKING OUR RELATIONSHIP ALL THE MORE REGRETTABLE…WHOOPSIE! PROMISED NOT TO MENTION IT!")

They reached the shed in no time. Frisk experimentally tugged on the door but, unsurprisingly, it was locked. He held Flowey up to the doorknob and asked, "Can you handle it?"

"Plant me," the flower commanded with a smug smile, and Frisk obeyed, scooping his roommate out of his little pot and carefully placing him down on the ground. Flowey dug his roots into the soil, briefly took a moment to enjoy the feeling of warm, fresh soil on his roots, and then quickly burrowed his way underground. Frisk pressed his ear against the door once Flowey disappeared beneath the dirt.

"Flowey?" he cried after a moment of rustling and clinking. The door was thrown open and Frisk fell on his face.

"Ow," he moaned, and he heard Flowey laugh derisively.

"Ha, ha, ha," laughed Frisk sarcastically. "Well, thanks for opening the door anyway. Be careful next time. I almost crushed your pot."

He held up the flower's pot as Flowey used his long, thorny vines to shut the door behind them. The shed instantly became rather dark, but enough sunlight was filtered through the cracks in the roof that Flowey was able to see Frisk and crawl over to him.

"Put me back in," he commanded. "You know I hate crawling on wood. Hurts my roots."

Frisk held down the thankfully undamaged pot and Flowey climbed in. Once Flowey had gotten himself situated once more, Frisk stood up and looked around. There was a small set of drawers in the corner beside the big machine, but Frisk decided to ignore the minnow in favor of the trout and immediately whipped the sheet off of the covered machine.

Flowey had been right earlier: the machine did indeed look like the sort of thing that Alphys would build. In fact, it somewhat resembled the DT Extraction Machine that Frisk had seen in the True Lab, except it was much smaller and had a large hole in the center.

"Looks like one of those things from those movies the skele-moron likes to watch," sneered Flowey as Frisk cautiously stepped inside the machine.

"You mean the sci-fi movies?" replied Frisk. "You're right. Looks like something from Star Wars or Alien. Like that thingy that freezes you in time so you can live for a hundred years!"

"When in the world did you watch Alien? Didn't Toriel say 'no'?" asked Flowey as Frisk's eyes found a control panel.

"I just saw a bit of it while I was gettin' a midnight snack," claimed Frisk innocently.

"Liar. C'mon, don't bother. I don't care. Those parental warning rating are complete and utter…Frisk!"

Frisk's finger was lingering curiously over a big red button. Before the flower could even hope to stop the child, he pressed down on it.

The inside of the machine lit up. The whole area started glowing blue. Flowey felt Frisk hug him tightly to his chest as the room began to disappear into a swirl of cyan.

Then, darkness.


"Hee hee hee…did you REALLY think…"

Blam!

"You…uh…"

Blam! Blam! Blam!

Flowey's demented grin faltered he gazed down at the child, whose worried expression had turned into a grin of surprised delight as he experimentally rammed his soul against the ring of 'friendliness pellets' that the Omega Flowey had surrounded his little red heart with. Instead of causing him to die once more, the friendliness pellets caused his soul to bounce back and make a silly boinging noise.

Blam! Blam! Blamblamblamblamblam!

Flowey huffed and changed the image he showcased on his facial screen from the freakish monster he had been presenting during the course of the battle back to his usual floral face.

"Would you STOP that?!" he cried, and Frisk giggled cheerfully.

"Nah ah," he chirped. "Too fun!"

"Oh, for pity's sake, can you just let me finish what I was…?"

Blam!

"I just wanted to…"

Blamblam!

"Just…monologue…a bit…"

Blamblamblamblamblamblamblam!

Flowey groaned loudly. "Don't you have anything better to do!?"

"Nope," squeaked Frisk, and the noise continued even as Flowey tried his best to threaten the thoroughly entertained child.


When Flowey came to he was on his side, still in his pot. He groaned, his head buzzing as he looked up and saw Frisk lying nearby.

If he had a heart, it would have stopped.

"Frisk?" he cried. The boy didn't respond.

"Frisk? Frisk! Frisk!"

The boy didn't even stir. Flowey snarled in agitated frustration and, straining slightly, managed to roll his way over to the child so that he was nose-to-nose with him. He jabbed at the boy's nose with the tip of his leaf. Frisk flinched and groaned. Flowey sighed with relief.

"Frisk…" he muttered. "You…you…you IDIOT!"

He head-butted the boy.

"Ow!" yelped Frisk, sitting up straight and rubbing his throbbing head. "What was that for?"

"You pressed the big red button, you buffoon!" shouted the sentient flower. "Have you paid any attention to those sci-fi movies?! YOU. NEVER. PRESS. THE. RED. BUTTON!"

"Okay, okay, that was dumb…"

"Dumb is an understatement!"

"Calm down," said Frisk, picking up the flower and plopping him on his lap. "We just gotta find out what…happ…"

He looked around him.

"Oh no…"

He looked down and realized what he was sitting upon: a patch of golden flowers.

They must have broken my fall…

"Oh, no, no, no, no…F-Flowey…I…I think we might have reset."


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Thanks for reviewing, you guys, and I hope you and everyone else enjoyed this chapter.

BTW: The scene with Frisk ramming his soul against the friendliness pellets is actually based off an Easter egg in Undertale that can happen at the end of the Omega Flowey Boss battle. Look up "Flowey Easter Egg" and it'll be the first result. Toby really did think of everything.

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