Frisk brought Flowey down to the small dining room when they'd finished getting ready for the day, setting his pot down next to them as they sat down at the table. Flowey grumbled quietly to himself. He didn't like being toted around everywhere, and he certainly didn't like the idea of… whatever it was Frisk had in store for him today. But whatever- He'd been through worse.

Toriel hummed quietly as she brought out Frisk's breakfast and set it down in front of the child, giving them a light pat on the head. Looked like an omelet of some sort, which was odd. Flowey filed through Asriel's old memories of his mother's cooking, but didn't find any where she'd made something like that. She must've started branching out after the barrier was broken.

"They are you, my child." The boss monster said softly, smiling. "Enjoy."

"Thank you." Frisk replied, politely beginning to dig in to their meal. Flowey groaned.

"Okay." He started. "I'm already bored out of my damn mind."

"Flowey." Toriel turned and gave him a stern look. "Language."

Flowey just groaned again. "I can guarantee that the kid's heard worse words than that."

"I still won't tolerate language like that in my house."

"Whatever." Flowey grumbled. If he had arms to cross, they'd be crossed by now.

"Don't worry, Flowey." Frisk said, taking a moment to stop eating their food and look to him. "I'm just gonna show you around the town today. I'm sure we'll find something fun to do."

Flowey rolled his eyes. "Don't bet on it, kid."

"I'm serious!" Frisk huffed. They had that determined look in their eyes. "I really want you to have good time today."

Flowey sighed and shook his head. "Whatever floats your boat." He said, resigned to his torturous fate. Frisk just huffed again before going back to their breakfast. They couldn't understand why Flowey was making this so difficult.

When Frisk finally finished and cleaned their dish and silverware, they picked up Flowey's pot and started for the front door. Just then, a thought occurred to him.

"Frisk, you know I could just coil myself around your arm, right?" He asked, raising a brow up at them.

"Wha—really?" Frisk looked at him in awe. "That's… really cool." Flowey rolled his eyes, but they continued. "Let's do it!"

Flowey furrowed his brow. "…Really? Uh, okay?" Flowey paused for a moment before wriggling slightly in his pot, fusing his roots together into a single vine, pulling it out of the pot and carefully wrapping it around Frisk's arm to hoist himself up. It took a bit of shuffling, but he was able to get his head up on their shoulder rather comfortably. Frisk smiled down at him. If the kid's eyes were ever visible, Flowey assumed they'd be sparkling in awe right about now.

"This is so cool." They whispered before smiling. "I guess I'll just leave your pot here." They set said pot down on the coffee table in the living room before finally heading to the door and going outside, with Flowey in tow. As Frisk walked, Flowey was left with his thoughts. Glancing at the kid, he realized something. If he really wanted to… he could kill them right now. He'd just extend his vine out a bit more and he could wrap it around their neck and choke them to death and take their soul for himself. Flowey grimaced and flicked the end of his vine anxiously, extending it out slightly. Just a bit more.

"You know, Flowey." Flowey froze and looked up at Frisk's soft smile. "I know you can't really feel love, or anything like that, but… I'm really glad to have you here."

"U-uh… yeah. Good… Good to hear, I guess." Flowey stumbled on his words, pulling the vine back down. …No, that'd be a bad idea. If he killed them and took their soul, their friends would be all over him. Especially that smiley trashbag Sans. Bad idea. So he stayed put and killed that whole train of thought.

The rest of the trip was pretty boring, all things considered. They showed them some new stores that the monsters had opened up when they settled here. Muffet's Spider Pastry Parlor, Gerson's Curio Emporium, Bratty and Catty's Trash Mart, Grillby's new bar, and some of Mettaton stores.

"The Humans were kinda… skeptical of monsters when they first showed up." Frisk explained. "But a lot of countries welcomed them because of the… uh… economic boosts- is that right-? Yeah, the boosts from their tourism and the new stores they opened up." They smiled. "So that's good, right?"

"I guess?" Flowey 'shrugged'. "It sounds like they only accepted them out of greed, to me. But hey, whatever works."

It was Frisk's turn to shrug. "A lot of churches seemed pretty happy to have 'em around. Especially when they helped show humanity about souls again." Frisk smiled and snickered a bit. "I heard the science people were in an uproar over that. They didn't think souls existed, but I guess the Monsters really proved 'em wrong."

Flowey grinned and snickered too. That sounded hilarious. "Yeah, I bet. Wished I could've seen that."

"People are still arguing about it, actually." Frisk replied. "A lot of scientists refused to even believe it, until Alphys and some other Monster scientists started showing them the evidence. Humanity's having a field day with all the new stuff to study."

Flowey nodded. The mention of Alphys soured his mood a bit. "So, what else are we gonna see today besides stores?" Flowey asked, boredom already settling in again.

"Oh, well... I was actually going to introduce you to everyone properly. You know, everyone back at the house? After that," Frisk shrugged. "I was thinking of showing you some of my games."

Flowey groaned. "Fine, just- whatever you do, don't bring me to Papyrus. The guy makes me want to jump into a volcano."

Frisk giggled a bit at that, making Flowey growl. "He just likes you."

"Yeah, well he's fu- fricking annoying." Flowey caught himself before he cursed in front of Frisk. There was a pause of thought. "Wait, we saw some Mettaton stores back there. Where is that robotic weirdo, anyway?"

"Mettaton? He's on tour with Napstablook and… Shyren, I think?" Frisk scratched their head in thought. "But he likes to come and visit a lot! Same with Da- Asgore." Frisk stumbled on some words, which made Flowey raise a brow.

"Dad?" Flowey asked, grinning mischievously. "I don't know if Toriel would like if you thought of him as a dad."

Frisk was oddly silent then. Like when they first arrived in the underground. Flowey rolled his eyes.

"Cut that out, I was just picking on you. That's what I do."

"…Yeah." Frisk mumbled. "Let's head back, okay?" Frisk didn't wait for a response before turning and heading back to the house. Flowey looked at them with a twinge of concern.

"Frisk. You alright?" Flowey asked, more curious than anything. "What about Asgore's got you down, exactly."

There was a brief pause. Frisk had stopped walking. Eventually, they just looked at him and offered him a smile.

"It's nothing, Flowey. I'm fine." They said quietly. "I just want to show you to everyone properly. Okay?"

"…Okay." Flowey relented. "But hey, I literally can't care about stuff, so you can tell me anything." He stuck his tongue and winked like he used to. "So don't be afraid to spill your beans!"

Frisk paused before smiling as they tried to hold back a snicker. "Thanks, Flowey."

Flowey grinned. "No problem! That's what best friends are for!" Frisk had started walking again.

"I thought you said you couldn't care about people, though." They replied, confused. "Don't you have to care about someone to be friends with them?"

"Not necessarily." Flowey tried to shrugged, but lacked shoulders. "And besides, it's fun to pretend. It makes this a lot less boring." He stopped suddenly. "….Oh, so that's why I'm nice to Papyrus!" He grinned, feeling something approaching pride. "He's so predictably unpredictable, so I treat him like a friend to keep things interesting!"

"Oh, yeah!" Frisk smiled down at him. "That's a good point. Does… does it feel nice, being 'friends' with Papyrus?" They asked, curious.

"I… guess?" Flowey failed to shrug again. "It's amusing, at least."

"Well, at least you feel something nice from it." Frisk sighed. It was a start, at least. They looked. "We're back." Flowey looked up and saw their house.

"Alright, let's get this pow-wow over with."

Frisk nodded, not sensing the sarcasm as they entered the house, calling out for everyone to come.

"Everyone! Everyone, come here for a sec!" Frisk called out. Toriel was the first to arrive, smiling at Frisk.

"Welcome back, my child. What is it you need?"

"I just wanted everyone to meet Flowey properly." The human child replied, looking at the flower in question. "Uh, I guess we can start with you, mom!"

"Oh! That's right, I never introduced myself properly, did I?" Toriel looked embarrassed. "Well. I am Toriel, as you know." She bowed her head slightly. "Frisk told me you'd be living with from now on. I am glad to have you hear, despite your… language."

"Yeah, yeah, howdy." Flowey rolled his eyes. "I'll try to keep the 'language' to a minimum."

"That is good." Toriel nodded. Just about then, Undyne exploded through the front door, looking at Frisk. "Hey! Did you call for me!?" The former-captain smiled a toothy smile. "Whatcha need, punk?"

"I just wanted you to meet Flowey." Frisk smiled and held up the arm the Flowey was coiled around. Said flower blinked awkwardly. "…Hi?"

"Oh." Undyne paused. "Hi? The name's Undyne!"

"I'm Flowey." He winked, playing up his old 'best friend' shtick. "Flowey the Flower!"

"Flower, huh?" Undyne inspected him for a moment. "Weak. But hey!" Undyne got on one knee so they were at an equal level. "Wanna do something fun later? Frisk said you're into stuff that's…" Her smile widened. "Destructive."

Flowey glanced at Frisk, who shrugged and smiled awkwardly. Slowly his fake smile became more genuine, if somewhat twisted. "Ohohoh, I think I'll have to take you up on that offer."

"Awesome!" She punched her fist into her open-palm. Suddenly, there was a voice from behind her.

"U-Undyne?" Everyone blinked and looked at the door the aggressive monster had abused to see Alphys, who was looking at Undyne. "What's going on?"

"Frisk is introducing everyone to the Flower guy!" She exclaimed, grabbing Frisk's arm and yanking them into their, presenting the flower to Alphys. Alphys just sorta… stood there, staring at Flowey as if he'd bite her head off at any point. Flowey smiled widely. Oh, he was gonna have fun with this one.

"Howdy!" He said, extended his vine out to reach towards her in a sort of handshake. "I'm Flowey the Flower!"

Alphys winced when the vine came close to her, taking a step back. Trembling, she grabbed the vine and shook it slightly. "H-hi."

"Boy! You sure seem nervous about something!" Flowey tilted his head slightly. "What's the matter?"

"N-nothing!" She announced, clenching her hands into shaking fists. "I'm just… uh… just… r-really glad that you're here! Heheheheh…heheh….heh." She trailed off. Frisk cleared their throat before this could get any worse.

"Alphys, uh. Are you still going to show Flowey that thing you've been working on later?"

"Huh? Oh! Oh, uh, o-of course!" She exclaimed, smiling awkwardly. She actually seemed excited. "Once y-you two are done with everything, f-feel free to stop by my lab!" Flower arched a brow. What were they talking about?

"Whoa, wait!" Undyne, looked at Flowey. "That thing she's been working on is for you?!"

"What are we talking about?" Flowey asked. He was getting irritated with being left out of the loop.

"No, not yet." Frisk said, looking at Flowey and giving him a smug grin. "That's for later." Flowey just grumbled irritably.

"Alright, so do I have meet tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumb?" He asked sarcastically, referring to the Skeleton Brothers.

"Hmm. Well, I guess not." Frisk decided. "Papyrus already knows you, and you met Sans yesterday."

"Besides," Toriel cut in. "Sans and Papyrus went out for a drive today. I do not know when they'll be back."

"Yeah, great." Flowey yawned as the others went back to their business, leaving Frisk and Flowey to their own device. "…Sooo, what now?"

"…Uh." Frisk shifted slightly. "…Video games?"

"…Video games."

"Do you have a better idea?"

"We could go check on whatever the lizard is doing that involves me."

"But I wanted to save that for later!"

"Fine then!" Flowey huffed. "What stupid games do you want to show me?"

Frisk paused. "Uh… here." They moved over to the television and opened a cabinet in the stand it sat upon. After a moment of digging, they smiled and showed a game case to the Flower.

"Super… Smash… Bros." He deadpanned.

"Uh-huh."

"Am I to assume it involves smashing things?"

"Well, yeah!"

Flowey grinned sadistically. "I like it already."

Frisk just laughed and shook their head. "Let's try it out then, okay?" They replied, taking out the disc and put it into the white game console. They grabbed a couple controllers and, after putting Flowey back in his pot, put one of the controllers in front of him. After fiddling with his vine a bit, he was able to wrap it around the controller rather comfortably.

"Alright." He looked up at the screen. "Let's do this, I guess."

…

"HA!" Flowey cackled as he beat Frisk for the… 32nd time. He wasn't sure how long it'd been since they started, but it was almost dark outside. "Guess that Determination isn't enough to get that Final Smash, huh?!"

Frisk didn't say anything, staring at the screen with a determined look. Sure, they'd lost again, but it took longer this time. They were getting better. "Again."

"You're on, you little twerp!" He grinned in manic glee. "This time, you're really gonna die!"

"I believe," Toriel stepped in from the kitchen with a bemused look on her. "That you've played more than enough for today."

"What?" Flowey gaped up at her like she had stolen that he held dear. "But-"

"No buts." Toriel said firmly. "If you play that any longer, you'll probably burn it up. And I'll already have to deal with that from Undyne."

"But- I- GRRRRRRR-" Flowey trembled and growled. "No fair!"

"It's alright, Flowey." Frisk hopped off the couch and turned off the console, eliciting of gasp of horror from the flower. "We still have to check up on Alphys' project, anyway."

"…Fine, whatever." Flowey huffed. "Let's go, I guess." He pulled himself clumsily out of his pot and wrapped himself around Frisk's outstretched arm. With a smile and a pat from Frisk, the two headed outside and moved briskly to the little shed. "How does she do any work in this tiny little thing?"

"Hm?" Frisk glanced at him. "Oh, she doesn't. Hold on." They pushed open the door to reveal that all it contained was an elevator. Flowey looked at in surprise before Frisk calmly entered it and pressed one of the buttons on the panel, making the elevator lurch before it began to steadily descend.

"So, you're telling me that Alphys built an underground lab… in 12 days." Flowey deadpanned.

"Well, she had a lot of help from Undyne and Sans."

"…Actually yeah, now that makes sense." Sans, being… well, Sans, probably had something to do with the lab being finished so quickly. But hey, magic could explain away pretty much anything at this point.

The elevator finally came to a stop and opened its door, with Frisk stepping out into the hallway that waited for them. "Alphys, we're here-" They rounded the corner into the lab proper. Frisk's face turned beet red. "Uhm."

"OH GOOD GOD SHIELD MY EYES." Flowey screeched. Undyne and Alphys were kissing. Rather intensely, at that. Of course, Flowey's outburst caught their attention and they practically tripped over eachother trying to look like nothing was happening. Alphys was entirely red as she pulled her labcoat up to hide her face, but Undyne just looked frustrated.

"HAVEN'T YOU TWO HEARD OF KNOCKING?!" Undyne yelled.

"There's no door to knock on." Frisk pointed out.

"…Oh." Undyne fidgeted in place awkwardly before turning to Alphys. "Alphys! We need to put a door in!"

"I-I-I-I'll look i-into that t-t-tomorrow!" She managed to say through her labcoat. There was a long, awkward silence before Alphys pulled her head out of her labcoat. "Anyway! UHM. Y-you guys came to see the project, r-right?" She asked. Frisk nodded. "A-awesome! So, uh, just follow me." She smiled and turned quickly, moving up a set of stair, with Frisk and Undyne following close behind.

When they finally arrived at her work station, it was… a lot more orderly than one would expect from Alphys. There were rows of machines lining the walls, doing who-knows-what.

"S-so, Frisk told me all about… uh, you. And what they wanted me to try." Alphys spoke up, looking at Flowey nervously. Flowey grimaced.

"Aw, you mean you forgot all about me? Rude." Flowey shot her a pointed look. "And to think, we spent so much time together."

"…Anyway." She ignored him as best she could. "I've been looking through some old files, and… well, I keep telling Frisk t-that it's impossible, but… well, I-I guess they convinced me to try it anyway."

Flowey glanced at Frisk, who was looking at Alphys intently. "…Try what, exactly?" Flowey asked.

Alphys had picked up some documents off her work table and skimmed through them for what was probably the hundredth time.

"I'm going to try and make a soul for you."