Whaddup guys? This is a very special chapter indeed. Someone special will be introduced this chapter! We all know and love him. He's a fluffy boy. He's great.

Frisk's feet were getting dirty, but that was the last thing on her mind. For the second time in a week, she was chasing somebody into the woods. Funny how this happened. Flowey was a lot faster than either Sans or Frisk, but she could see their yellow-blond hair easily in the darkness. The trees weren't even a hazard to them, and they weren't wearing shoes either, so Frisk wasn't sure how they could be going so fast.

The blur she was chasing stopped in an instant and just stared at a spot in front of them. She nearly crashed right into their back- in fact, she did, but didn't move them enough for it to knock them down.

"Frisk, look."

She nearly didn't see what they were talking about until she realized that dirt was not white (or, in the lighting, a grayish color). And the green and yellow probably weren't wildflowers. And then the figure on the ground in front of the duo opened his blue eyes.

Asriel squinted in the dark. Where am I?

The last thing he remembered was the flowers in the Ruins before he felt himself start to shrink- when he turned into Flowey. After that? Nothing. For a moment, he thought he was still in the Underground, turned back to his true form by some miracle of magic, but then he saw the trees. And he felt the dirt.

Snowdin is the only place in the Underground that has trees. There's no snow.

He finally sat up and looked around. "...The surface? How did...?"

His mind wasn't even working enough to finish his sentence out loud. He turned his head the other way and saw two figures- one, barely recognizable but still the same as when he last saw them, and one was someone he felt he should know yet couldn't put his finger on exactly who they were. So, he started with one he could recognize. "Frisk? What's going on?"

"Uhhmmm..." When he had last seen them, they were a little shorter and a lot scrappier. But now they were more well kept, no longer wearing childish striped clothes like they had been in the Underground- a shirt with a heart on it and black pants. Their hair was noticeably longer as well, and they overall just looked more feminine.

Wait a minute. Childish striped clothes.

He looked down. He was wearing, of course, the green-with-yellow-stripes t-shirt he'd been wearing before he became a flower again- honestly, he had no idea why, he was old enough to stop wearing it. And of course his black pants.

"...Asriel?"

"Frisk?"

They nodded softly. "Yeah, it's me..."

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" The blond yelled, pointing an accusing finger at him. "I thought you were gone!"

Asriel was, frankly, dumbstruck. Who was this person, and why did they seem to dislike him? "...Who are you?"

Now it was the blond stranger's turn to be surprised. "Do you not have any of my memories? C'mon. It's me. Flowey."

"...That can't be right."

What.

Not even a question mark, that's how confused he was.

WHAT.

"I can tell ya, it's definitely true," the person claiming to be Flowey stated bluntly.

Asriel, in that moment, decided to stand up. Then he realized that he was suddenly tall- when he'd last seen Frisk, he was just barely taller than them, but now he felt like he nearly towered over them and 'Flowey'. 'Flowey' seemed a bit unnerved by his height, while Frisk was unreadable. "How is it true? You're supposed to be a flower."

"Look, it is a really long story and I would rather not talk about it."

"They're right," Frisk said. "It's pretty complicated."

Asriel almost was about to keep asking, because he really wanted to know. But then a white and blue figure tumbled out of the bushes unexpectedly, stumbling and nearly bumping into Frisk.

"Sans?"

The skeleton brushed himself off sarcastically. "What an astute observation. Now, are-"

When he caught sight of Asriel, whatever comment he was about to share died in favor of a tiny gasp.

"No way."

Flowey wasn't sure why they suddenly felt like throwing up. Maybe it was the fact that they were being reminded of the day Chara died. Maybe it was the fact that any of the small bits of kindness Sans had shown towards them after the incident with the broken glass (i.e., actually caring about their cuts) would never be shown again now that their old self, the one Sans actually gave two shits about, was back.

Maybe it was the looks of utter guilt and horror Asriel and Sans were exchanging, both remembering what had happened. Both knowing exactly why Asriel died.

Asriel had a bigger heart than Flowey. He would be more willing to apologize for the hateful words exchanged the day of his death.

Even though Sans had done most of the yelling.

Even though they had been fighting over something as utterly mundane as Asriel being unwilling to reveal a secret.

Time seemed to freeze in front of them.

"I hate you," said Sans. There was no remorse in his tone as he said it. Just the stiffening of his form and the shocked expression of Asriel. Without warning, the petite skeleton bolted forward and nearly tackled Asriel in a hug.

The goat boy was even more shocked and confused. But he, nonetheless, wrapped his arms around Sans awkwardly, and said, "I missed you too."

After a moment, Frisk cleared her throat. "I hate to break up such a lovely reunion, but we have something to talk about here."

Sans jumped away from Asriel like he'd just been burned. He tugged on the sleeves of his jacket and took a few steps back. "Fuck you," he spat, turning roughly on his heel and stalking over to a nearby tree. "Let me know when you want to go home."

Frisk took a few steps forward. Then she poked Asriel in the stomach.

"Yes, I'm really here, Frisk," he sighed.

"Right."

Flowey's hands balled into fists. "What even is there to talk about? Asriel's back because of some crazy SOUL shit. Done. Let's go home. I have homework to do and sleep to get."

"I guess you're right," said Frisk. "But-"

"No. Let's. Fucking. Go. Home."

Frisk could tell that Flowey was upset. They were pale, breathing heavily, and when she took their hand when Sans did his shortcut to bring them all back to the house, their hand was clammy. Asriel and Sans weren't looking too well either.

But she was the one brave enough to march up the porch steps and open the front door, calling out a weak, "Mom!" as she did, the other three following her as she stepped inside.

Toriel appeared from around the corner, her kindly smile fading in an instant for a (pleasant) shock.

"Is... is that really you, my son?"

Asriel smiled. "Mom!"

Frisk turned away from the scene and dragged Flowey upstairs. Despite the heartwarming nature of it all, she couldn't bring herself to watch the happy reunion. Not with memories tugging at her mind and Flowey looking increasingly panicked and uncomfortable.

Before she knew it, the second they were in the bedroom, Flowey collapsed onto the bed with a wheezing sob, hugging themself and scratching their own arms. Frisk knew that if they scratched hard enough, they would reopen healing cuts. But oddly enough, the only thing she felt compelled to do was fall onto the bed next to them and hold them close.

So cold.

His blanket was far too thin.

She was across the room, thinking he couldn't hear her sob.

The window was opened. Moonlight and a chilly wind came through.

Mother hadn't payed for heating again.

She promised to pay soon, though.

Hopefully.

She was probably drunk when she made that promise.

He slipped out of bed and padded across the room, his blanket around his shoulders. He shook her softly, prompting her to move closer to her wall. He climbed into bed next to her, huddling close for warmth. He moved his hands in quiet signs across her chest- she was so used to this she could nearly tell what he was trying to ask.

"She's going to be fine. If I know my Elizabeth Charlotte Lawrence, and I know her, she's probably just looking for food or money. She might find a book if she's lucky."

Speak of the devil, there was a thud, and then there was a scrappy, brunette, thin (everyone was thin in this house) girl landing roughly on the dirty carpet. She had a plastic bag slung over her shoulder, and as she tossed it down he knew she had to have found or stolen something.

He didn't realize until she crawled in next to the siblings that she was freezing to the touch, and looking at her face revealed a near-blue tinted mouth.

"Aliza!" his sister gasped.

"I-I'll be f-f-fine."

Frisk moved closer to Tanya, who moved even closer to the wall to allow Aliza to not fall off the bed. All three were close together, curled up in all the blankets available. And Tanya's ratty coat.

Flowey never did get their homework done.

A few minutes after they'd come upstairs, and after hearing all the commotion caused by Asriel, the goat boy himself came up and flopped onto the bed on his stomach, facing Frisk.

"What a day," he remarked.

"You've barely been here. At all," Frisk reminded.

All three heard Toriel asking loudly (she likely was unaware of her volume) if they owned an air mattress for Asriel to sleep on.

"You can't possibly imagine how happy everyone was to see me. It was so..."

"Uplifting?" Flowey said, face smushed into the fluffy purple pillow.

"I guess. I think I have to go back downstairs soon, though. Mom wants to register me for school as soon as possible."

"That's unfortunate."

A black, backwards book slammed down onto the tabletop, making the jumpiest of the bunch- Yellow- flinch.

"We are gathered here today," began Green, "to choose new names. Our Queen has been cruel to us, branding us with disrespectful monikers. If we are to rebel against their reign, we must first rebel against their control. I have already chosen my name."

The five seated all cocked their heads in interest as their leader spoke.

"My name is Kira. I have read a book in which a character takes the epithet 'Kira' to carry out his holy justice, and as an added bonus, I'm certain it's similar to my old name. Violet, what about you?"

The arrogant, bookish boy cleared his throat before he spoke. "Percy. Close to my trait, read a book and the protag had it."

Cyan's words were strained and raspy, but she eventually settled on 'Paisley', something close to what The Queen called her.

"I'm Jaden," said Yellow. "I feel like it's close to my original name."

"Ingrid," spoke Blue. "It's close to my trait..."

"And Orange?" Kira turned to him, followed by the rest.

He tapped his fingers on the table. "I'm keeping Brae. It sounds cool."

"Are you certain?"

"Unless you want me to choose Baelfire instead..."

"No, no. Keep Brae."

Kira sighed and took her seat. "Arial has already left the Underground. It seems that they would rather find their nephews instead of stay and help us rule this wasteland. Flowey left as well, and I regret not finding Frisk before they left together. Our plans aren't going as we wished them to, but that doesn't mean it's hopeless."

"She's right, you know."

Almost everyone, including Brae, jumped. There was Dr. W.D. Gaster in the doorway of the library, standing tall. "That soul Our Queen created for Flowey has finally split. Asriel is alive again."

"How do you know this?"

"I saw them on the mountaintop."

"Oh. Are our plans still on for tomorrow?"

"Yes. I have almost completed pulling our last needed person out of the Void. Tomorrow..."

He chuckled darkly.

"Our Queen will fall."

Short chapter today guys, sorry but I just wrote myself into a corner and it took me so long to change it.