[Toriel is baking another pie, with the help of Frisk and... Flowey?]
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Though time passed, no one but Alphys and Frisk knew the truth about Flowey. Whether that was for the best or not, all three parties involved went out of their way to keep it that way.
After all, who knows what everyone would think.
Frisk, empathetic as they were, decided to let everyone open up to Flowey again a gradual pace. Little hints here and there, like writing "gummy worms" on Toriel's shopping list, insisting on Asgore to spend time with Flowey as he was gardening outside, and having someone water Flowey's ceramic pot when the child forgot to whilst on an "adventure" with Alphys and Undyne.
Today, however, Frisk ran out of ideas. They were currently laying haphazardly on their bed, with Flowey angrily chattering away like usual, when the distant clanging of pots and pans echoed through the house.
Toriel must be making another pie!
Frisk hurriedly picked up Flowey's pot, much to his shock and dismay at the interruption. The child sped towards the kitchen, careful not to slip on the wood floor and white tiles in the kitchen, surprising Toriel at their arrival. After gasping a bit for enough breath to speak, Frisk eventually asked:
"Mom, can we help?"
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"Hey, Mo-... T-Toriel, you forgot to add the salt."
"Oh, thank you Flowey! I appreciate the reminder," Toriel smiled wearily, adding the missing ingredient to the batter.
At first, Flowey's goal was to sabotage the pie: knocking the dough bowl off the counter to its doom on the unsanitary tile floor, to gnawing a hole in the sugar bag so its contents leaked out, and Toriel had to rush out to the grocery store for the second time that day.
It came to the point that Frisk bribed the malicious flower with gummy worms so he would cooperate, and that seemed to do the trick. Flowey claimed that the reason he stopped was because his plan was merely short-sighted, but it didn't take too much time for Frisk to see through the lie.
He ended up asking to mix the dough together after all.
Oven preheated and ready, Toriel put in the pie -decidedly apple, to Frisk's delight-, and breathed a sigh of relief as the door clicked shut. The trio watched as the pie burbled a bit, slowly turning from a pale tan to a flaky golden brown.
It was much more stressful than any of the three had expected, but some excitement was necessary in one's life, wasn't it?
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Ever since the phone call a while back, Frisk had been getting headaches. They were little ones, possibly from the stresses of being a child ambassador, possibly from not drinking enough water, possibly... Something else.
They felt something pressing into the back of their head, the same feeling that had since gone away, back when they declared to themselves they weren't going to hurt anyone, back when the monsters were still trapped in the Underground, back when they first decided to jump down into the mouth of Mt. Ebott in the first place...
Hoping for the best and praying for the worst, Frisk went to bed, not hearing Toriel's call that the pie was ready to eat.
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((A/N: I apologize for letting this fic just die! It wasn't my intention! I had a direction for this story, but I was trying to figure out the best way to go about it. I think I've got it. This is short, but it's a segway for what's to come. Promise~
That being said, I appreciate everyone who stuck around! It's been a long time coming (over a year? wowie), and I would like to say hello to those that just found this story! Greetings!
The story should pick up a bit more soon, so please sit tight for a while longer! I'm a slow-burn writer, sorry! ;P
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