You're tired, cold, and at this point you've lost count of how long you've been petting and playing with the dogs. All that matters is that they finally seem to be content enough to leave you alone, and not a moment too soon. Even though you weren't much for getting back in the river, you'd rather get this over with. Slowly you make your way back to the water. Closing your eyes you try to convince yourself to hurry up and get in before more dogs show up. You take a careful step back and set off to jump in, before you have the time to regret it. The first few seconds are the worst, after that, you slowly begin to adapt. It's bone chilling cold whether you're in or out of water, so deep down it doesn't really matter that much. The gentle stream starts pushing you forward again. It takes a while getting used to not being able to breathe again, and you start to wonder just how long this river is. At the bare minimum you must been floating a few hundred meters. It can't be that far again, can it? As the scenery around you begin to change, you start to wonder if you've missed Flowey. Grey walls with a wavy pattern matching the sand, start to form around as the dark pine trees begin to fade. Could you have missed Flowey as you dove below the water? If you passed him like that, he could easily have missed you. Conveniently though, you hear Flowey calling out to you a little further up.

"Helloooooooooo! You there?"

You pick up the pace in swim up to the shore in between the last few trees in the clearing.

"Oh good, I was so worried you wouldn't show up."

Grabbing hold of the rivers edge you push yourself up. "It's been quite the adventure."

"What happened to your shirt?"

"I'll tell you later, I need to get inside before my clothes freeze solid."

"Follow me" Flowey pops through the snow and slowly leads you into town. You walk as fast as you can, but the the your shivering body makes it hard for you to keep the pace. The town slowly starts to come into view. It doesn't look too bad, at least not considering what you've already seen so far. The first thing you see is a huge wolf doing something with chucks of ice behind a wire fence. Turning your attention more to your right, you catch sight of a few buildings. They're primarily built out of wood, presumably from the pine trees surrounding the area. You pick up the pace a little bit to catch up with Flowey. A single turn from here, and you arrive at relatively small bar, or perhaps a restaurant? It's made of dark stone, easily blending in with the tree around it. Above the dimly lit window, there's a sign saying "Grillby's" in purple.

"The sign says open, I'm going in."

"The ground is covered up in there, I can't come with you."

In frustration you pick up a flower pot beside the door and place it in front of Flowey

"In" you simply command.

"Are you serious?"

"Do you want me to dig you up?"

"Okay! Fine!"

You dig your hands through the ground around Flowey drop him in, the earth is hardened so you only just manage. With that out the way you grab the pot and push down the handle with your elbow. The flowerpot is quite heavy and you feel a bit awkward pushing through the door frame with it. "I feel humiliated..." Flowey whimpers

"So you finally made it!" The voice catches you off guard, it takes you a moment to realise you had forgotten all about Sans. "What happened to you? Took a dive in the river?"

"Yeah, I swam all the way. What about you?"

Suddenly Flowey decides to break into the conversation "You hauled me in here in a pot and you're not even gonna talk to me?"

Sans chuckles "I think your pet flower wants attention."

"Hey I'm not a pet!" Flowey hisses back.

"Stop it, you two." You break em up "I'm tired and I can still only barely feel most of my body. If you insist on arguing, take it outside. I don't have the energy for this."

As soon as you're done, Flowey perks up and yells "I love would go anywhere, BUT I'M STILL STUCK HERE!"

"Fine, let's try to get along then." Sans mutters as he drops back in a leather couch behind you. You too, take a seat and drag Flowey's pot a little closer to a table in between the three of you. A brief moment passes before Flowey strikes up a conversation again. "So what actually happened to you in the river?"

"You're not actually serious about swimming through here, are you?" Sans shoots you a questioning glare. Flowey inches a bit closer to you and whispers "Should we tell him?"

"You know I can hear you right?" Pretty unimpressed, Sans turns his head to look at Flowey.

"But really, All the previous humans have all been freezing out their own skin when they passed through Snowdin. If actually swam through in this climate, all the way here…" He pauses for a second. "I mean, I guess that's pretty cool."

A sigh and grunt escapes Flowey, along with a snarky comment. "You're so hilarious, you know that?"

"Thanks, I try my best." Sans leans back in the couch. "And what was that you were about to tell me? You're not keeping a skeleton in your closet, are you? Just the thought of that sends a chill down my spine."

"You him stop" Flowey bluntly commands.