The ride out to the surface was boring, all things considered. Frisk had been rattling off about the home they were taking him to, but he tuned it out after the first thirty seconds. Then tuned back in once the sight of several areas they passed by flooded him with memories he didn't want to think about.

"—And Papyrus has been getting better at cooking too, thanks to Mom." Frisk continued, with Flowey flinching at the word 'Mom'. "In a year or two, it might even taste like food." They seemed excited about that part. Flowey just scoffed.

"Wow. Papyrus' food isn't legally considered poison anymore. How interesting." The flower deadpanned. "And since he's staying with you and the goat lady, I assume that smiley trashbag is there too?" He asked.

Frisk nodded, smiling. "Yep. Same with Undyne and Alphys. Sans and Mom seem to really get along, too." Frisk blushed lightly and grinned. "I think they… like each other."

"Okay, gross." Flowey grimaced. "I've killed people and rolled around in their dust, and even I think that's just weird."

Frisk paused for a moment before they simply shrugged. "I think it's kinda cute. They both really seem to make each other happy. I mean, Sans smiles all the time, but it just seems… brighter, when he's around her. Does that make sense?"

"Not at all. Not like I'd care if it did." He replied flatly. "I mean, why do keep forgetting tha- ach!" Flowey choked on his words, squinting hard as he was suddenly bombarded with rays of light, he had to blink furiously before he was able to see again.

When he was able to see, he could hardly believe the sight.

It was the sky. It was huge, seemingly going on forever, like a light blue blanket covering the entire world. A large, almost painfully bright ball of light hung high in the air, illuminating everything there was to see. Good golly, it was- …It was hard for him to make sense of what he felt it was. Feelings of awe and wonder trickled through him from Asriel's memories, when he went to surface with Chara's SOUL. He scowled and shook those thoughts off.

The best way to describe it was that he had a hate-love relationship with the view.

He took a deep breath, his non-existent lungs filling with truly fresh air for the time, and sighed quietly. "…Okay. If you ever put me back down there after showing me this, I'll kill you." He mumbled. Frisk just looked down at him and grinned brightly.

"So you like it?"

"I can't like anything, Frisk." He snapped. "But… the air's better up here, at least. And the light is—" He paused, wriggling a bit as he took a moment to consider the light. With what little he knew about how plants work, he knew light was good for them. Right now, in comparison to the little stream of light he normally received, the big ball of light was giving him an indescribable feeling of energy and something approaching exhilaration. "The light, it's… beyond compare, I guess? Yeah, I don't have anything to really compare it with. It's definitely better than anything in the Underground." He explained, shifting awkwardly. This whole situation was new to him. "If I had to choose between being stuck under a mountain and being out here, I'd choose to be out here. At least it's not stuffy like it is down there." Frisk nodded their agreement quietly.

"Well, we should probably get going." Frisk replied. "Mom doesn't like it when I don't come home on time." They started moving down the trail, the kid moving at a brisk pace while Flowey just took in his new surroundings. This whole place was eerily familiar. He knew why, of course, but he didn't want to think on it too much.

Flowey huffed. He couldn't even remember how long ago that whole debacle with the flowers and Chara's SOUL had been. Resets really did a number on your sense of time, but he was pretty sure that it'd been long enough for all the humans involved in that attack to die.

If any were still alive though, he was definitely going to kill them.

The rest of the trip down the mountain went by silently, with Frisk hopping over fallen tree trunks and such, and Flowey just letting his eyes rest for a moment. Today already had him exhausted, mentally speaking. Or maybe it was a culmination of the past 12 days sitting in the dark? Eh, whatever. He already got the feeling that the worse had yet to come.

Flowey hid his face once they got into town. This place being the closest to Mt. Ebott meant that quite a few monsters had chosen to stay here, and by now they and the humans were in equal number here. He didn't really feel like dealing either race at the moment, though. Monsters were too curious, and Humans… well, what memories he had of them were unpleasant, to say the least. Frisk didn't seem to mind all too much though, smiling and waving to quite a few of them. They even stopped to talk to some armless monster kid who they apparently were friends with. Flowey tuned out of a large portion of conversation though, not really interested in any of it.

It wasn't long until they finally reached Frisk's house. It actually bared a good resemblance to Home and New Home, though it was noticeably extended in some areas to accommodate the larger number of people. There was also a large shed off to the side which, if the buzzing and whirring from it was any indication, was Alphys' new workshop. How adorable.

"Say," Flowey started, a thought occurring to him. "Where does Asgore live now? I can't imagine Toriel is letting him stay here."

"Oh! Uhm, well, you're right." Frisk replied, fidgeting a bit as they looked down at the flower. "He's living in an apartment near the new embassy. He offered for me to be the new ambassador, but I didn't think I could really handle something like that. Then Papyrus offered to do it, but…" Frisk laughed nervously. "H-his enthusiasm was apparently not very fitting for the job, so Asgore decided to do it."

Flowey snorted. "I'm surprised Papyrus didn't kick off another war between monsters and humans."

Frisk shrugged and smiled. "I don't know about that. Either way, I think Asgore really is the best choice. You know? He knows how to make choices to benefit everyone, and he's definitely the kind of person who can sit down and talk things out." Frisk observed. "And with the monsters trying to reintegrate into the surface, that's the kind of person we need, right?"

"Oh sure. Have the guy who killed six humans and stole their souls be the one who represents monsters." Flowey retorted, chuckling harshly. "It's amazing how nobody sees that backfiring."

Frisk considered his words for a moment. "Well… He actually explained all of that during the first few days. He was... trying to look for their families, I think." Frisk seemed uncomfortable all of a sudden. "He didn't tell me much about it, but I think he wanted to… apologize. Or at least make sure they knew what happened, even if it was a long time ago." Flowey looked at Frisk in mild surprise. Slowly, he nodded.

"Hey, Frisk. How 'bout we just head on inside, yeah?" He said with an amazing amount of calmness in his tone. "I'd rather not have to explain to anyone why you starting crying or whatever." Frisk was quiet for a moment before taking a deep breath and nodding, moving forward to enter the house. Flowey wasn't 100% sure what got the kid riled up, but he could take a guess.

They didn't like thinking about what Asgore had done to the six before them. What he almost did to them, too.

He could understand that. Fear of death was one of the few feelings he could sympathize with.

The inside of the house was spacious, but somehow cozy at the same time. The front door gave way to a large living room, with a couch, coffee table and television, as well as some other little decorations and furniture. On the far right of the room was a doorway leading to the kitchen. On the far left of the room were a set of stairs Flowey assumed went to the bedrooms and the bathroom. The simple wooden design made it feel old-styled and homely, though it clashed with some of the more modern technology present. Not like that was any different from any monster home from the Underground, Flowey mused to himself.

As the two entered, the first person they encountered was none other than Sans. Said skeleton was napping on the couch, though he opened up an eye socket to look at the pair once he heard them approach. Flowey leaned back, his face scrunching up at the smell that permeated off of the stout monster. Smells like old ketchup and bad puns.

"hey kid." He greeted lazily. He glanced down at the flower pot then, as if finally noticing the aggressive plant that it contained. Sans' look became... unreadable for a moment, which made Flowey shift uncomfortably under his gaze. "oh, hey. you must be that talking flower. the name's sans. I'd shake your hand, but you seem to be down a pair, am i right?" Sans observed, chuckling as he lay back down. Flowey glared at him, but Sans continued. "speaking of flowers, i'm guessing you were the one who would talk to my bro when nobody was around, right? he'd love to see you, i bet."

"Bite me." Flowey hissed.

"nah, i'm not much of a salad guy." Sans laughed at his own joke before leaning up. "yo, pap! a friend of yours is here."

"HUH? REALLY?!" Came Papyrus' voice from upstairs. Flowey's eyes widened in shock and something approaching fear. "WELL, I WON'T MAKE THEM WAIT ANY LONGER TO HANG OUT WITH THE GREAT PAPYRUS!"

"Oh my god, you little-!" The flower hissed loudly at the big-boned monster before spinning his head around to look at Frisk. "Frisk, if you have a shred of mercy in you, you'll get me out of here before Papyrus—"

But it was too late. Papyrus, the tall brother of Sans, had already moved like a speeding bullet down the stairs to find out who was the friend his brother was talking about. The first person Papyrus saw was Frisk, which made him beam more brightly than usual, if that was possible. He approached the child and snatched them up in a hug. Frisk shifted uncomfortably- bones weren't the best things to be hugging people with, after all.

"FRISK! HOW GOOD IT IS TO SEE YOU AGAIN! I'M SURE YOU MISSED ME QUITE A BIT, NYEH HEH HEH!" Papyrus declared loudly, making Frisk laugh a bit. They learned quite a while ago that "I'm sure you missed me" was just Papyrus' way of saying "I missed you". The young human returned the hug with one arm, the other one currently holding a very uncomfortable flower. "I sure did! And look who I brought with me?" They replied, pulling themself away from the hug and holding up Flowey, who was trying his best to not look like a talking flower. That just meant it took Papyrus a second longer to recognize him.

"OH MY GOD!" The skeleton gasped, brought his hands up to cover his mouth. "IS THAT… F-F-FLOWEY?!"

Said flower put on an awkward smile and turned to look at Papyrus, accepting his fate. "Heheh… hey, Papyrus! It's me, your best friend! Flowey the Flower!" He announced, shaking in his pot. This was not going to be fun.

Papyrus squealed in delight and snatched the flowerpot up to give it a hug, his skull scraping against the pot lovingly, which sounded about as pleasant as you'd expect.

"IT HAS BEEN SO LONG SINCE WE'VE TALKED, FLOWEY! IT IS SO GREAT TO SEE YOU!" He cried out happily.

"Haha, y-yeah, good to see you too, buddy!" Flowey replied, his smiled becoming strained at the close proximity to Papyrus. How nobody had gone insane from dealing with the skeleton, Flowey had no clue.

"Hey, uhm, Papyrus?" Frisk spoke up. "I know you're happy to see Flowey, but I still need to show him the rest of the house!"

Papyrus paused, mulling that over. "…OH. YES, YES OF COURSE! HOW COULD I FORGET? HERE," He offered the relieved flower back to Frisk. "WE CAN HANG OUT LATER, MY FLOWERY FRIEND! I'M SURE YOU CAN'T WAIT FOR THAT TIME, BUT YOU MUST BE PATIENT!"

"Right… sure will, Pap!" Flowey replied as Frisk carried him upstairs, the flower glaring at Sans as they left, who was visibly trying- and failing- to hold in his laughter. "Little piece of sh-"

"Flowey!" Frisk looked at him disapprovingly. "Language."

"What? You don't know what I was gonna say!" He retorted, huffing.

Frisk shook their head as they carried him up the stairs and into the hallway. There were several sets of doors, each of which had little designs to show whose room it led to. Frisk led them to a door with a big, red heart plastered onto it, with the name "Frisk" written in the center. Opening the door and heading inside showed that the room wasn't that unique looking. It had a bed, dresser, a box of shoes, a couple toys; nothing that really set it apart from any other child's room. But… there was just a feeling of calm that seemed permeate the room, making the flower feel oddly at ease.

"So, this is my room!" Frisk announced, taking Flowey over to the dresser and setting him down on it. "What do you think?"

"I think it looks about as boring as you do." He replied flatly, though he looked rather neutral about it. "Still, at least it's quiet."

Frisk smiled. "So, what should we do now? We could hang out with Undyne and Alphys-" A muffled explosion from the workshop outside cut them off. There was an awkward pause before Frisk continued. "O-or you know, something else that doesn't involve… explosions."

"…Frisk." Flowey said, drooping to one side slightly. "Believe it or not, I'm actually exhausted from… all this." He waved himself about to reference his new situation. "And I was already tired before you put me in this stupid pot. All I want right now is some water and some time to get some shut-eye." Flowey paused, surprised with how patient those words had came out of his mouth. The damn kid must be rubbing off on him. That or he was just too tired to put effort in being aggressive.

Frisk seemed to think that over for a moment. "Oh. Uh, okay. I'll get you some water, then!" They offered a small smile before leaving the room, returning quickly with a glass of water. "So… do I just-"

"Just pour it in the pot. Geez, and here I thought you knew how to take care of plants." He let out a tired laugh.

"I was just confused, since you had a mouth." The kid laughed a bit before pouring the water into the pot, eliciting a relieved sigh from Flowey.

"God, I needed that. …Thanks."

"No problem." Frisk smiled. "I'll just go hang out with Papyrus, okay? You need anything, just call for me! I should be able to hear you."

"Mhm." Flowey nodded groggily. "I'm just gonna—zzzzzzzzz" He was already asleep.

"..Wow, you really were tired." Frisk said quietly, grinning softly and patting Flowey on one of his petals. "Sleep well, okay?"

"Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz"

"Haha, yeah. See you soon, Flowey." Frisk turned around and left the room without another word, letting the flower get some well-deserved rest.


Took a while to get this one out. Apologies for anyone spelling or grammar errors! I've been tired lately, for some reason.

Be sure to check up on this every-so-often as I fix and revise this one, as I'm sure it needs it.

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