"D-did you s-say... Flowey?" Alphys asked. Her claws shook, her teeth chattered, and she was seating heavily just from hearing a single word.
Gaster nodded and looked around at the shocked faces of Sans Frisk, and Alphys. "Do you know of this creature? I know for a fact that he isn't a monster, but 'creature' is too kind for him. How do you say... demon. Demon is a more appropriate term."

Sans' breathing got funny and his eye was glowing again. He looked down at his feet and spoke as if he were clenching his jaw. "Frisk. Are you absolutely SURE that I can't kill that... that hellspawn?" Frisk nodded and Sans clenched his fists. He looked up at Frisk and began to shake uncontrollably. "Frisk... why? Why do you choose to save something that has done nothing but hurt you? Weren't you scared? Didn't your heart ache? He made you cry so much. He... he made you..." Toriel put her hand on Sans' shoulder and told him that Frisk was the kind of person that would never kill another being. "But they won't be killing anyone. I will." Frisk frowned and walked up to Sans. They looked him in the eyes to show that they were confident in their actions and Sans soon calmed down. "I'm sorry, kiddo. I don't mean to act like that, I... I understand if you kinda hate me for saying those things." Again, Frisk shook their head. "Of course. You're too soft to hate anyone. Heh.."

Gaster couldn't believe what he was seeing. The accident that he had created was actually capable of being reasoned with and could show compassion. Gaster never programmed or directed the parts of his Soul to do anything of the sort, and yet it was happening right in front of him. He shook it off as nothing more than another error on his part.

"So, G-gaster," Alphys started. "How do we stop Flowey from giving Frisk nightmares?"
Gaster rubbed his chin. "First, we have to find the demon. Killing it or erasing from the Save is out of the question, despite being irrational to not do so. I think with the help of Sans and you, Alphys, I can neutralize whatever he's using to get in Frisk's head."
"Sounds good to me. When do we start?" Sans asked. "I've got the flower in my room, so we can take our research there."
Gaster stood up and looked down at the smaller monsters. "Oh, you have him? We should start now, if possible. Please, lead the way."

Sans lead Gaster and Alphys to his room to study Flowey, and Frisk was left with Toriel. "Well, I do not entirely understand what is going on, but I am here for you, my child." Toriel patted Frisk on the head. "So, what would you like to do now that the others are busy? It is not quite your bedtime yet, after all." Frisk pointed at the window and noted how much snow was on the ground. "You would like to play in the snow with me? Well, get your coat on! We can build snowmen and maybe an igloo."

Toriel's words made Frisk want to jump for joy. They grabbed their thick, winter jacket, put on their snow boots, and slipped on a pair of pink gloves. Once they were ready, they noticed that Toriel had done nothing but put on boots. They told her that she'd catch a cold, and Toriel just laughed it off. "Do not worry, Frisk. I will be warm. Now, let us go." She turned on the porch light and opened the door for her and Frisk to leave the house. It wasn't windy out, so playing outside wouldn't feel as cold. The other homes all had their lights on and there were no other people outside other than the occasional car that would drive by. Frisk immediately began to work on a rather tiny igloo that would only fit them. They looked over at Toriel and decided that it would have to be much, much bigger to house the two of them. Frisk destroyed their tiny creation and began anew, starting with a much wider base. "Frisk, why did you tear it down? I thought it was lovely." Frisk explained that it was too small for Toriel to fit inside. This made Toriel smile.

Frisk struggled with making a much larger igloo more than they had expected. There was enough snow to make one, but it was a lot of work for one child. Frisk didn't ask for help, but Toriel assisted them regardless. It was a lot easier to build it when they had a monster with such large hands helping.

At last, their masterpiece was complete. It was just big enough for Toriel to sit inside of, even if the entrance was a bit small. Frisk crawled inside and Toriel soon followed behind them. "You did an excellent job," she told Frisk. They smiled proudly and snuggled up to Toriel. She more than happily snuggled back.

For a minute, it felt like everything was back to normal; before Frisk climbed Mt. Ebott. They imagined being back with their biological mother and father before things went bad. They imagined that their parents still loved them and didn't hurt them just for living. They imagined that the monsters were freed from the underground without them having to run away from home. They imagined that they didn't purposefully fall down the hole in hopes that they would never get back up. They imagined that they had never met Flowey.

"Frisk, is everything okay? Why are you crying?" Frisk wiped their tears and told Toriel that they were crying because they were happy to have such a wonderful mother. "You are so sweet. I am glad that you think of me as Mom. Now, let us go back inside. We have been sitting here for quite a while now. I can make you something to eat before bed, if you would like." Frisk exited their igloo and went back inside. Toriel came in soon after and went to the kitchen. "How does a chicken pot pie sound?"

Frisk ate until they could eat no more. It felt great knowing that things would go back to normal soon, but they wondered what the future held for Gaster. Would he be staying with everyone? If not, where would he go? If Papyrus and Sans only existed after Gaster died, what would become of them? Frisk didn't want to think of it any longer, so they signaled Toriel, saying that they wanted to go to bed.

The tiny, human child was carried upstairs and to their room. Papyrus was in there for some reason and was sitting on Frisk's bed. "Fear not, Toriel! I will be spending the night in the human's room just in case they have any more bad dreams." Toriel smiled, tucked Frisk in, gave them a kiss, said, "I love you," and then left. A small night light shone faintly in the corner of the room, and the sound of soft snow gently hitting the window could be heard faintly over Frisk's breathing. Papyrus sat next to their bed and kept an eye on the door, occasionally glancing at Frisk. "Please do not worry. I'm going to make sure everything will be ok. After all, that's what best friends do."

For a while, Frisk just stared at the ceiling. Something felt off, but they couldn't place a finger on it. The fact that their nightmares kept playing back in their head didn't help them sleep, either. Papyrus noticed the lack of shut eyes and made it his goal to get Frisk to sleep. "Why are you not asleep yet? Do you need something?" Frisk shook their head. "Well, something's wrong. You don't have to tell me, I'll just.." Papyrus crawled into bed with Frisk and wrapped his arms around them. "There. The great Papyrus promises to never let anything bad happen to you."