It was just another boring day in the cell, all dark and lonely and…

There was a small yellow flower in the corner.

Delighted, Frisk immediately headed over to find Flowey, looking extremely pleased. But from what? Frisk didn't care at the moment, she was just glad to have company.

But before she could say anything, Flowey had already started to speak. "Hey, do ya think you could do me a favor?" Frisk looked confused for a moment before nodding her head. "Go sit in that corner and try to look lonely while I go do some stuff." Frisk was now definitely bemused, and she didn't want Flowey to leave so soon after just coming. But then she sighed and obliged, hoping it would be quick, and that it would help the flower's needs.

Once she cuddled up in the corner, the flower said his farewells before popping back into the ground. Frisk tried to follow Flowey's directions, which was to look lonely, and it really wasn't that hard. She waited, and waited. Just when she thought that Flowey wouldn't come back, he did. She crawled back to him immediately, and approached another one of his pleased faces. What was he thinking of?

"I got stuff taken care of." He answered dismissively, rubbing his leaves together. Frisk wondered what matters he was taking care of. What kind of matters could flowers have anyway? "And I think now is the time for you to escape this dirty cell."

Frisk was honestly surprised. Flowey could help her escape, just like that? Why hadn't he helped her escape the last time? Was there something different about this time, that allowed her to break out, unlike the time before? It looked like she would have to find out.

Frisk quickly nodded her head in excitement. "How?"

"You go to your corner," Flowey instructed, "When a guard comes, I'll distract him, toss you the key, and you get out. Then you need to approach the guard and use this. It will enable a fight." Flowey used a vine, though she had no idea Flowey had vines, to pull out something shiny from behind him. It was long and silver, and looked awfully familiar.

Frisk gasped as she recognized the knife, and pointed to it with a shaky hand. "W-where did you get that from?"

"The kitchen." The flower responded simply in a matter-of-fact tone, "That Papyrus idiot sure is dense, didn't notice a thing. It was easy to slip past him." Papyrus? Wasn't that the guy that made her spaghetti meal the day before? "But no matter. Let's get this plan going." Frisk slowly nodded and hesitantly took the knife from Flowey's vine. It was heavier than she expected. She fingered the wooden handle and hid it in her sleeve.

"Ready?" The flower asked, whispering, "The guard's coming soon." Frisk wanted to ask how Flowey knew, but then she heard footsteps coming down the hall. Flowey winked mischievously at her before popping into the ground, and Frisk scurried back to her corner in apprehension. She wondered how the flower would be able to distract the guard. Would Flowey surprise him and talk to it with an innocent voice? What else could a flower even do?

The guard was at the cell now. He looked around inside, to see if there was anyone around, as he was positive he had heard something this time. But all he saw was the human girl fidgeting around, and there was an unreadable expression on her face. He continued to sweep his gaze around the empty cell, trying to look for the source of his troubled mind. However, he did not notice the small vines that were already starting to wrap their way around his legs. When he did notice though, it was too late.

He yelped before trying to tear off the vines, but one of them had already managed to latch onto his key chain and pull off the ring of keys. Flowey tossed the keys through the barred door of the cell, and it landed right in front of Frisk.

"Hurry up!" The flower ordered, struggling with the guard. Frisk quickly took this as her cue and snatched up the keys, and ran over to the door. Not knowing which key was the right one, she started trying all of them. The first one didn't fit, and neither did the second one. The third one fit, but wouldn't turn. And then the fourth one…

Flowey looked like he was having a bad time along with the guard. Sure, the guard was the one entangled here, but Flowey's grip was loosening. The guard's sword cut into a couple of vines, and the flower just made more from who knows where.

Finally, the tenth key fit and turned. Frisk launched open the door, and was about to leave the cell when the guard stepped in front of her. He flung Flowey off of him, and the flower landed ungracefully on the dirt next to Frisk. He somehow righted himself and huffed an annoyed breath.

"You will not leave!" The guard commanded. Suddenly, the oddest thing occurred. A red form in the shape of a heart came out of Frisk. Before she could wonder about what it was, Flowey had answered her thoughts for her.

"See that heart?" The flower started to explain, "That is your soul, the very culmination of your being! Your soul starts off weak, but can grow strong if you gain a lot of LV. What's LV stand for? Why, LOVE, of course! You want some LOVE, don't you?" Frisk didn't know how to answer, this was an awful lot to take in.

The guard seemed impatient, he didn't have the time to wait for a flower to explain things to the human. Stepping forward, he quickly thrust out his sword. Frisk was caught by surprise, and it went straight through her soul. She immediately felt her health depleting.

"The easiest way to earn LOVE," The flower continued quickly, "Is to fight him. Strike the guard with your knife, Frisk!" Frisk stared at the flower, wide-eyed. Was he suggesting that Frisk should kill the guard? However, the guard did not have the same hesitation. He moved forward again, and impaled her soul with the sword. Frisk felt weaker as she slowly backed away. She didn't want to fight.

"No no no!" Flowey fretted a little angrily, "You need to fight him. I gave you a knife for a reason, you know! And please do dodge those attacks, he's not even trying." Frisk swallowed before taking a step forward.

"Big mistake." The guard foretold as he came forward and swung the sword. This time, the soul dodged it, but only barely. The only problem was, even though the sword missed the soul, Frisk herself was hit. She had only backed away just in time, and there was now a scratch on her cheek, with drops of blood dripping out of it.

Flowey looked really frustrated now. "Just swing the effing knife!" The guard finally seemed to notice Flowey again. As if annoyed, he brought up his foot and made to stomp on the flower. Flowey didn't notice him, yet.

"F-Flowey!..." Frisk tried to warn the flower, but the guard's shoe was already coming down. The surprised face of Flowey was rather terrifying to Frisk, and then the guard's foot was on the ground. He lifted it back up and turned his attention back to the human, but her eyes were still transfixed on the ground where Flowey once was. Now, there was just a single yellow petal lying there, all alone.

Frisk was shocked. Was Flowey gone forever? Did the guard kill him?

The guard thought he could take this chance, and tried attempting a swing at the floating soul, but it just moved away quickly. Frisk was in control now, and she wasn't going to die so easily.

Frisk swiftly moved forward and nimbly dodged the guard's attacks. Sure, she had a few small cuts on her arms now, but she was just a beginner and no expert at fighting. She needed to get close to the guard, but it kept backing away. It looked like she was going to have to keep doing this until they reached the end of the hall.

The end never came. Frisk wondered how long the hall was, she didn't remember it being like that when she ran away with Lansot. But all this dodging was really getting to her. Fatigued, she leaped away out of swinging distance. The guard moved forward…

And Frisk took her chance. She leaped forward and the hidden knife automatically slid with ease out of her sleeve. She was now right up in front of the guard's face. His expression was priceless, and his arm and sword were too far away to bring down a fatal slice onto the human. Frisk raised her arm with the knife in it, and then…

Then what?

Without really meaning to, she brought the knife down, and the guard shivered. Frisk gasped as she leapt away. Did she really just bring the knife down on a monster? Sure, he was just a monster, but… only now did she realize just what a horrible thing she had done.

The knife fell out of the guard, but he continued to clutch the wound. Frisk had made a very deep cut. He moaned, and a silver heart floated out of him as Frisk's went back into her. Was that silver heart his soul? Frisk very cautiously headed up to it, and examined it with curiosity. But what happened next was not what she had expected.

It started to crack. She watched in horror as the heart's crack had stretched from the top to the bottom. And then suddenly, it split.

Without any understanding of what she was about to do, she grasped the heart in her hands and clutched them tightly together, willing them to stay together. He couldn't just die! He was just trying to do his job, he didn't deserve to die! Was it possible to prevent it from happening by just sticking the two pieces back together? It didn't seem like it would work, but she had to try.

Frisk clutched the soul next to her chest as she kneeled down. Frisk shut her eyes tightly as she tightly held the soul pieces together in her tiny fists. Wetness started to form on the edges of her eyes. She kept silently wishing that they would just go back together.

"It's impossible, you know." Frisk reopened her eyes to find Flowey next to her, looking skeptical. So he wasn't dead! Frisk would've been relieved if it were not for the dying guard and the cracked soul in her hands.

"I-I didn't w-want to…"

"Hey, you had to." Flowey said dismissively, "And you'll have to get used to it. You might even have to kill a couple of more guards. And it wasn't like you could spare them or anything…" Flowey eyed Frisk carefully. "You don't seriously care about this, do you? The guard tried to kill you!"

"B-but…"Frisk sniffled, "He was j-just trying to do his job."

Flowey sighed. "We don't have time for this. Just released the soul already! Holding it won't do any good. If you really want what's best for him, let him rest in peace!" All Flowey wanted was to get on with it, but Frisk didn't know that. She just knew that what Flowey said made sense.

So she sighed in agreement before reopening her hands to see an uncracked soul floating in her tiny hands.

Flowey's eyes were wide in shock and his expression was priceless. "H-how?" Frisk watched in delight as the silver soul left her hands and was absorbed back into the guard. The guard didn't move, but there was the obvious rising and falling of his chest. At the sight of this, she felt all her despairs run away and her hopes rising to high amounts of indescribable levels.

"H-he's alive!" Frisk was extremely relieved. She cried a few tears of pure joy, but Flowey was more disturbed by what the human had just done.

"W-what was that?" Flowey asked, incredulous. He tried waving around his little leaves to catch Frisk's attention, but she didn't hear him. Even if she had heard him, she wouldn't have answered. She was too busy feeling relieved.

She didn't kill the guard. She hadn't killed anyone.

For now.

And Frisk heals a soul! And kills someone! (But it doesn't really count?...) Yay!

... I just realized that all monsters' souls are grey, but I made Lansot's soul orange... -_- EH! Whatever! :D

And I've finally finished the True Pacifist Route of Undertale... but now what? I've read many fanfics of what Sans feels when Frisk resets, and now I just don't have the heart to do it. Especially since resetting doesn't guarantee that I'll Pacifist again. In fact, I'm pretty sure I'll genocide if I reset. But to not play means it's the end of Undertale for me, and I want to play more. ;-; What should I do?!...

And we're now at 50 followers! xD Amazin', amazing', I'm telling ya! Btw, thx once again for reading! :D I hope you enjoyed. ;P ~Pizza