Chapter 7 - FLO-W3Y

While Sans was tasked with the duty of washing the dishes and reading Papyrus a bedtime story, Frisk sat down on the couch opposite Gaster and set Flowey on top of the table next to them.

"Alright." Inquired Gaster, looking at the two guests. "Who ARE you, specifically."

"What do you mean?" Asked Frisk, confused and ever so slightly worried about what he was asking. He glanced at Flowey, who was frowning at Gaster.

"I am certain that you know what I am talking about Frisk and... What was it?... Flower Love Officer W3Y? I knew something was significantly wrong with both of your soul colors, or in terms of "Flowey" lack of."

Flowey frowned harder and started glaring at Gaster with a firey look that would put Hotlands to shame.

"I AM NOT YOUR SLAVE!" Flowey angrily shouted at Gaster. "YOU WILL NOT AND CANNOT CONTROL ME ANYMORE!" He shattered his pot in a violent fury of vines and thorns and disappeared into the floor in a flurry of leaves and tears, ripping a hole through the carpet and the wooden foundations that seperated the living room from the basement. Frisk cried out desperation, projecting his thoughts loud enough to give everyone around him a headache.

"FLOWEY! COME BACK! PLEASE FLOWEY!"

"Now, now child, he will definitely return to you, I know that for certain." Gaster said. "Despite his emotions perishing in his revival, he deeply trusts those who he befriends and it looks as if you have become his most important friend to the point where you seem to have almost complete control over him. Absolutely fascinating"

"Is that all friendship is to you?" Frisk signaled angryly. "Something that is learnt and used to control others?"

"No... and yes. Friendship, I have learnt, is a bond created between two beings that can be used to quantify the trust and love between said beings and can be... manipulated if certain specifications are met. That is what I perceive friendship to be."

"That is NOT what friendship is." Frisk signed, hands shaking in frustration. "Out of all my years worth of runs and RESETS I have never met someone who had convoluted the meaning of friendship so much." Frisk gave Gaster an icy stare and ran out the door into the howling snowstorm.

"Flowey, Flowey where are you?" Frisk desperatly projected. He had only thought about Flowey's safety when he had left and although the snowstorm had subsided the cold was still starting to take hold of him. "Please Flowey, I don't want to lose you again. Please..." He used the last of his energy to prop himself up against a tree before shivering and giving in to hypothermia.

Frisk slowly opened his eyes and felt the soft but warm glow of a fire next to him.

"Looks like the wippersnapper's woken up."

"Seems so. Now sonny, what's your name?"

Frisk groaned and tried to look in the direction of the seemingly disembodied voices. "Frisk." He signed, his vision clearing. In front of him was a younger looking Gerson and some other monster he had not met before in any of his runs. Gerson looked like a traditional knight with his casual explorer looking clothes replaced by a heavy and shiny looking set of armour, similar to what Undyne wore, and his wooden leg was now a sparkling metal pole. Beside him was a giant humanoid monster who was almost twice the size of Gerson. He had a similar build to Oni but his skin and hair were a pale sheen of silvery gray. He wore a pair of pitch black cargo pants and a white tank top. His horns curled backwards and sat behind his ears and his hair was tied in a bun and looked long enough to touch his shoulders

"Gerson. Do you know sign langauge?" Asked the humanoid monster.

"Not of the top of my head, no." Gerson answered

"I said my name is Frisk." Frisk said again, this time using his box.

"Huh. Well ain't that handy. Anyway, my name is Gray and this old fart here is Gerson, head of the royal guards." Gray said, bowing towards Gerson in a joking manner.

"Ya say that as if I'm your thousand years old grumpy boss." Gerson uttered

"Well you are my 327 year old grumpy boss if that makes a difference." Gray replied. Gerson tried to hide his smile with a serious stare when Frisk burst into laughter at their antics.

"Well it's good to see that someone takes my age seriously." Gerson chuckled sarcasticly while pouring some soup into a bowl. "Have this." He said, giving it to Frisk. "It'll get ya back ta tip top shape in no time." Frisk took the bowl and slurped it down in seconds. Gerson and Gray looked at Frisk and the bowl in amazement.

"Looks like someone takes your soup seriously to." Gray laughed, getting Frisk another bowl. "Take it easy sonny, the soup ain't running away anytime soon and it looks like you need to rest." Frisk nodded and yawned, lying back down and slowly closing his eyes and falling into a dreamless sleep.


Gray has entered the scene with Gerson!

By the way I don't own Undertale but Gray is my first, and only, original character.

I don't know if I needed to say that but I just to be on the safe side.

Frisk does have minor telepathic abilities but he can only talk to others and it won't be a major "superpower" that will be developed through the story.

Stay Spicy - Tabasco