In an open field near a thick forest lies an ancient tomb with a great evil. This was the tomb of Nazzreck, once proud home of the guild Ains Owen Gown. However only one of the once great master's remained, Momonga, now adopting the guild's name as his own out of respect for his friends.
Said Momonga re-entered his underground home and fortress. His reconnasince misson more or less a succesful operation. Of course there was still the problem with his body guard, Nabe of the maids of Nazzereck. It was a hassle that the maid had treated him as a lord then an equal adventurer and was caught because of it.
The fact that he was exposed as a 'noble' for a lack of a better word, by a lowly child no less. Of course that child was the in forefront of his mind, Frisk if he could care less of the name of a human child. That child could possibly have a talent to see lies or maybe something more that they aren't noticing.
Dropping his cursed knight armor to show his true form that he was proud of being, an undead skeleton. He teleported to his scrying room without uttering a single word about the maid's mistake. This was far more important then dealing with a trivial matter like that, but if Frisk does posses a talent for truth then he needed to do this now.
His scrying room was like a gypsy's or a fortune teller's best dream, clear crystal ball, silk curtains, and an oak table. Of course one of his minions, Demi-urge, was there already prepared for his master's arrival.
"Lord Ains, I've set up the Scrying spell for you." He bowed towards his master with supreme loyalty and devotion.
"Demi-urge, prepared as always I see. However; I have another order for you." Demi-urge focused in on his master's words, to be printed in his eldritch memory. "There is a child, Frisk, that could possibly have a talent to see through lies and I want to learn more. I want you to give Aura this assignment, I'm sure she won't be detected that easily."
Demi-urge looked up in honest surprise. "Not Sebas, Solution, or Shalltear my lord? Wouldn't they be better for such a task, not that I'm questioning you of course?"
Ains chuckled. "Why Demi-urge, if they can see through lies then let it be an honest one. If Aura goes then they won't be in suspected by the child, hidden in plain sight."
"Ah, that's why your our lord Ains, I couldn't fathom your wisdom!" Demi-urge smiled with a demonic glee as he approched the exit. "But, on the off chance they do fail you, my lord?" He asked right outside the exit, his smile still present.
"Then there will be punishment. If by some impossible chance that Aura dies then her brother gets the punishment." Demi-urge's head tilited at this request. "I'm lying of course, just so Aura has more motivation. The actual punishment is is she gets caught, she has to break out. She dies and that is what her punishment will be if that happens."
Demi-urge smiled. "Lord Ains, you truly are a kind and just lord to leave her off like that." He simply bowed and left the room.
Ains sighed as he sat besides the scrying orb. With one wave of his hand it glowed and dimmed into the image of Frisk. They were trying to get a room at an inn. Ains laughed inside as Frisk and their flower were denied, but charmed thier way into a broom closet. A thought crossed Ains' mind, that Frisk was slightly different from the time they first met. More cheery, less thought indulging, more likable, and tactful then before. It reminded Ains of his friend, Touch Me, one of the few good aligned member of the guild.
Not to mention the obvious armor and the cloudy glasses. It was a sore thumb, if Aura could not find them he would be very disappointed in her ability.
Aura was sitting cross legged in the coliseum, bored beyond belief. Her brother, Mare, was assigned to help a beast called hamsuke and she was guarding this floor. Lord Ains could only guess on how bored she was, anything would be better then this for her.
"Ughhh..." She flopped on her back and stared at the pseudo sky above. "I'm bored, I need something."
Demi-urge decided it would be the right time to enter Aura's field of vision. "Well then I have good news for you then, Aura."
Aura jumped up and nearly punched the demon in the face. "Dam it Demi-urge, stop doing shit like that!" She huffed as the towering adult bends down to her level. "I may be bored, but a surprise is something I don't need right now!"
Demi-urge stifled the urge to laugh. "Well, Aura, it seams our lord Ains has a delicate task for you." Aura stopped her pouting to listen to the order. "He wants you to spy on a certain human in E-Rantel. They supposedly have the talent for catching lies and he wants to know more." He pushed his glasses up as a more perplex look falls on his face. "Their name is Frisk and full caution is necessary for the task, failure will not be tolerated." His diamond eye narrowed with a sinister happiness. "Hopefully, you know what I mean, for Mare's sake."
Aura glared a little before giving a fake smile to Demi-urge. "You're almost as annoying as Pandora's actor. Don't worry, consider this misson already done by tomorrow." She yawned with boredom as she approched the exit to the arena.
Demi-urge smiled at Aura's loyalty for lord Ains. "I expect nothing less from you, if you aren't less then nothing that is." He quickly added when Aura went of his range.
Frisk slammed their head against the closet door; too tired to even care. "Why is everyone so mean here? I just wanted a place to sleep, I even have gold!" They groaned as Flowey complacently wrapped himself around one of the closet's cleaning shelf. "You seem pretty chill about all this, Flowey. I thought you would murder them all with your vines by now?"
Flowey's stotic face did not change. "Oh, believe me I'm the exact oppisite of chill right now!" Frisk felt the hate linger in his quiet voice. "I would just love to give all of them an early grave, but then you would hate me." He mumbled the last part, though Frisk heard them quite clearly.
Frisk looked at their astral comrade, Chara, whom stared at Flowey with a sad smile. "I wish he can remember me, Frisk, for my name is now an imaginary sickness for him to call." Chara circled the room, eyes never leaving the plant prince. "This is my personal hell for death has nothing to this torture! I can see now why Gaster has so much spite and malice for everything!"
Frisk wished they could speak and to comfort Chara like all the other times. However; if Flowey hears that name he would kill everyone in the city for failing to 'cure' Frisk. So Frisk bit their tounge as Chara laments the choices made up until to this point.
"Well, we should probbly find a way to earn a living. This closet is not cheap as one expects it to be." Frisk pushed up her cloudy glasses. It was hard to see through them as they continued to fog up. However, to be granted temporary invinciblity after taking a hit was definitely a good trade off. "Any ideas, Flowey?" The question was directed at both of their friends.
"I have no idea Frisk. You're a kid for the most part and I'm a flower, I doubt they have poistions for people like us." Flowey lazily remarks as they lie on the shelf.
"Be like Momonga, he said he was an adventurer in our last conversation." Chara was now just floating in the air like a corpse on water. "I bet it's better then nothing." Frisk nodded at that, but actually forgot who Momonga was for a second.
"Yeah, that will do." Flowey looked at Frisk with narrowed eyes. "Remember the knight Flowey, he was most likely an adventurer." Flowey had absolutely no idea what Frisk is talking about. "Let's be an adventurers!" There was silence then an eruption of laughter outside the closet.
"Y-You hear that, the kid wants to be an adventurer!" Shouted one patron.
"I bet they can't even move quickly in that armor and did you see the design, it's stupid!" Argued another.
Frisk removed the glasses to check is flowey was always a rose, nope he's pissed mad. "Hey you damn idiots!" Flowey shouted silencing the area outside the closet. "If they want to be an adventurer then they're well more qualified then you morons!"
Laughter shatter the silence. "Hey, isn't that the flower? Does it talk shit or eats it, that's what I want to know!"
"Hahahahahahanahaahah!" The laughter that mock the flower and the kid continued.
"Oh, quiet that down!" Frisk reconized the voice as the bartender. "They paid for the closet and therefore they're a patron of this establisment! So stop it before I put you in the ground with a shovel attached to your head!" There was absoulte quiet before the sounds of drinking and gambling continued.
"Bastards." Flowey whisperd as Frisk reached out for them.
The plant latched back on to thier right shoulder. "Don't mind them Flowey, okay?" The child pet the golden buttercup, who silently allowed it. "They don't know better."
"Yeah, don't know better..." Chara had an evil glare at the door to the bar. "A lesson helps with that." Frisk gave a little glare at Chara and sighed.
Frisk opened the closet door to the bar. The stifled laughter of the patrons were only kept quiet by the barkeeper's watchful eye. Frisk looked at a bar stool that had been tacked by the stool's neighbor. After wiping the tacks off the stool they sat down, much to the displeasure of the drunk patrons. The stool's neighbor only gave a slight groan and handed a gold piece to the bar's owner.
"Another one Aldon, I need one for this." The drunkard orderd as he focused his dulled attention on his empty tankard.
"Ai, but it's your last one." The drunkard gave a irritated respone to the barkeep's demands. After a quick pour in the tankard the patron chugged it down. The patron fell backwards in a drunken haze. "Told ya, anyway what will you be having?" Aldon used a very machine-like response, just to ignore the fact that he is now face to face with a child.
"Do you know where I can an adventurer?" Frisk's cheerful face made Aldon cringe, it felt weird.
"Kid, while you have...armor." He strained with the word, it really was stupid with a face on the plate. "I don't think you would be up to the task, death is a risk all too common for adventurers."
"Yeah, I know." It was a simple phrase, yet to Aldon it was a permission for their execution. He learned that all to well as his job for the usually stressed out adventurers.
"I don't think you do. I had a friend in the guild once, he was a copperplate, a real knucklehead to boot." He took out a bottle of ale and took a little swig, he rarly told this story unless absolutely necessary. "It was a slaughter, he got cocky or he was weak, his party would say at least. Let me tell you that he just didn't know the dangers that monsters have." Another swing, this time much larger. "He could have been a bartender like me, heck he might be here right now if he wasn't such a damn knucklehead!"
Frisk sighed from the long exibition. "Well, I'm not a knucklehead. I know a lot about danger and death, and some..." The child looked as Flowey with a shade of unease from a memory with his omega form. "Monsters beyond what most people would consider insanity." Flowey grinned from the complement while Chara rolled their eyes at Frisk.
Aldon groaned as he popped out another bottle. "Well, okay, but don't say I didn't warn you!"
Frisk was outside the guild hall in exhaustion. It was a nearly impossible to find, even with the helpful directions from the barkeep. They entered to find another crowd whom now remained silent because of the child.
"Aren't they a bit young for adventuring?" Joked a silverplate as the rest laughed, except one.
"Holy shit! it's the monster, run!" It was a small copperplate, one of the very few adventurers who saw Flowey during his night attack.
"You mean that thing on their arm? looks more like a level one summon then a beast?" A goldplate inquiryed as all the adventurers laughed.
The trio ignored all of them as they approched the counter. The woman behind the desk could not believe or understand why someone so young would do something like this. "Hello there little one, would you like to submit a quest." That was the only reason that she could think of that would make sense.
"We would like to be adventurers!" It was direct and the woman could only groan inside. "What's the matter?"
"Yes, what is the matter?" Flowey growled with an ever increasing disdain.
"Well...I..." She gave a crooked smile. "While there is no age requirment, it feels wrong for a child under 16 to be an adventurer."
Frisk looked up and smiled. "So I can be an adventurer then?" The woman sighed and handed them a sheet of parchment. "Well now..I..can..." Frisk awkardly paused.
"Frisk?"
"Frisk, what's wron-!" Flowey paused as he now understood the problem.
The parchment was not in any language they knew or thought could be possible. "Umm..."
"Huh, hieroglyphics and the Japanese kanji seemed to have a child." Frisk could only glare at Chara. "What we didn't have a chance to read the written word of thsi world."
The woman cracked a small smile. "You do know how to read, right?" The child remained silent and the whole guild laughed.
"They want to be an adventurer and yet they can't read!"
"What a child, I knew they were young, but this is too much!"
"Maybe that's why they have such poor armor!"
Flowey stood his accelerating anger, until he saw the child's shaken resolve. "That's it!" He yelled as he rapidly started to grow to an impossible size, his omega size. "Arrrrragh!" His roar deafened the entire guild and more then half of them pissed themselves. "You dare-!"
"Flowey stop, now!" The transforming flower looked at his best friend. "It was just a stupid joke, calm down!"
Flowey returned to normal size, though he was still pissed as hell itself. He was silent to busy control he own rage and disdain then talk.
"That's better." The child exhaled in relief as they turned back to the nearly catatonic woman. "Can you write this for us." Without uttering a single word she took the parchment and pulled out a quill.
"N-N-Name..." She stuttered as her eyes were locked on the flower.
"Frisk Dreemur, this is Flowey." Chara glanced at Frisk before turning away, still not used to Frisk using their last name.
Apparently that was all that was needed as the woman just signed the rest herself. "O-One more t-thing, what is your group name?"
They paused for a second before coming up with the perfect one. "Souls of the Deltarune." With a single nod the terrified woman tossed two copperplates at them. A 'please don't hurt me' was quickly muttered afterwards.
"Sweet." Frisk smiled as she turned back to the woman. "Also a quest pl-" A piece of parchment was thrown at their face. If Flowey hadn't scared the ever living shit out of everyone it would have been hilarious. "What's this qu-"
"Therehadbeenogresightingsnearavillagetothesoutheastandtheyneedtobedealtwith!" The woman ran away in pure fear, leaving Frisk and Flowey confused.
Frisk looked at Chara. "There're sightings of ogres to a village to the southeast, deal with them."
Frisk smiled at the ghost. "Okay, I got it." Frisk then turned around with Flowey and sweared they saw someone at the door. The guild remained frozen for about fifteen more minutes before spearding rumors about Flowey and Frisk.
(5 minutes before mid-omega transformation)
Aura was bored, like insanly so from irritation from the task at hand. She wasn't Solution or Sebas levels of intel gathering, but this was possibly out of her reach.
The child, Frisk, for all intents and purposes doesn't exist in this world. No records from the main hall, taverns where she heard rumors of a silly flower, and the guard only muttered the word nightmare in total repeat when asked.
"This is such a hassle, bet Mare having a fun time with that beast!" She kicked a lone pepple near the side of a tavern before sucking in her complaints. "No, I'm best for this task because lord Ains is wiser then us all." Aura then heard the obnoxious drunken laughter of it's patrons.
"Can you still believe that kid wants to be an adventurer. It's way too funny to even be a joke!" Aura listened in, any info is better then none at this point.
"Hey, what did I say!" A loud voice, probably the barkeep or owner of the establishment. "Don't make me take out my shovel!"
"Hey, Aldon chill out, the kid's gone so what's your problem!" The drunkard yelled, sobering up.
"My problem is that you're bad mouthing a guild my late friend was a part of! Now get out!" The patron was thrown out of the tavern right next to Aura.
Aura picked up the drunkard, eyes glowing slightly. It was a minor spell, to control a dumb creature, an animal. "Where is this guild?" After a quick address she knocked him with a solid punch. She would have killed him, but that would put a risk to the mission at hand.
(One minute before mid-omega flowey transformation)
Aura was at the guild and all she heard was laughter. She opened the door and quickly scanned the area, finding her target rather quickly. She held in a chuckle from the ridiculous looking armor, it's stupid if somewhat cute.
Then In one single beat the entire mood changed from laughter to pure terror. Aura herself felt uneasy and even scared at the growing plant monster. If it were a one on one fight, Aura would be unsure if she could live. Then the flower retreated to it's normal size, but the unease was still present in her heart.
A million thoughts went through Aura's head, but one was that Ains was right to be wary of them. Her hunter insticts went off and she hid behind the door just as Frisk turned around.
Frisk left the guild hall, head turning side to side in confusion. "Deju vu."
"What?" Flowey inquired as he looked with them.
"It's like someone was watching from a distance, like you when you 'stalk'ed me in the underground" Frisk laughed as Flowey fumed from the bad quality pun.
From a short distance Aura laughed a little from the bad pun. "Now this is exciting..." Aura's eyes glowed and saw the prints that Frisk left behind a little trick that no one knows, besides herself. "Frisk, today will truly be a fun day." She smiled and took off after Frisk with the mission becoming more and more of a secondary.