Btw, ignore the bad chapter pun.

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Or don't. :)

The whole time, Flowey had urged her to just kill the guards to make life easier, but Frisk had refused. After almost killing a guard for real, she wasn't going to experience it again. Ever. But even with these thoughts, she kept the knife handy, just in case. Flowey seemed pleased by that, at least.

Speaking of Flowey, he had been clutching onto her arm. He claimed that he just wanted easier transportation, but Frisk believed he was just scared of being stomped on by a guard again. Frisk hadn't wanted that either, so she let the flower stay on her arm, for now.

It was a good choice too. Apparently, Flowey knew the halls rather well, so he could whisper to her and guide her to the exit while helping her to avoid most of the guards. Frisk was glad to have Flowey by her side, even if he was just a flower. Without him, she would have no idea where to go, or she might've already been spotted.

Or… had she been spotted? Weren't there cameras around that could see her? She asked this to Flowey, and the flower just gave her a mischievous grin.

"When you were sitting around doing nothing, what did you think I left to do?"

Frisk thought on this as she ran on in the halls. "To get the… knife?" She had a hard time saying the last word. Having it in her sleeves made her feel guiltier about it.

Flowey didn't notice her expression. He was acting extremely smug. "True, but I also did something else. You think I wouldn't have thought of that camera problem? It was easy! All I had to do was stick a few vines here and there, and the monitor would almost show exactly what I wanted it to!" But Frisk was still confused.

"But won't they see that I escaped?"

"Nope!" If Flowey wasn't smug before, he definitely was now. "I told you to just stay put there for a reason, you know. I played the recording of you sitting, over and over again. No one would suspect anything!"

Frisk actually felt a little awed. A flower was able to do all that? That was pretty amazing. "You're right." She assured the flower. She chuckled a little amusingly, and continued to run. Flowey continued to tell her where to go.

And then finally, after a long while, they had made it to the exit. The door was open, and the outside was bright and warm and just waiting for her. Frisk felt the welcoming arms of the outside world of her cell and the halls, and she felt her hopes rising.

For some reason, Flowey seemed dissatisfied. "We're here already, huh?"

Frisk didn't answer. She continued to walk forward towards that door, slowly and cautious. She was so close to the door now, now she just had to do walk a few more steps…

Suddenly, the world started to rumble. Surprised, Frisk's knees buckled and she found herself kneeling on the floor. Before she could react, the doorway to freedom shut closed in front of her. Frisk scrambled up and tried to reopen the door, but it was firmly stuck. There were no hinges, and it was made of metal. She had been so close to escaping, and now it was out of her grasp again. If only she had been a bit faster! She silently cursed at herself.

She quickly looked around as the place continued to shake. Was it an earthquake? She yelped as a wall next to her went down, and she was revealed to a whole bunch of new hallways, when another wall rose and blocked off another part of her view. More walls were coming and disappearing, growing from the ground and the ceiling. Frisk was shocked, and she was unsure about what to do.

"Hey!" During the commotion, Frisk had almost forgotten about Flowey. He seemed a little distressed, and she tried to move away from falling rubble, but Flowey continued to scream in her ear. "Idiot! Just stay still! The section we're on is a safe zone! No walls will suddenly erupt under or above… probably." Frisk slowly nodded, unsure about how Flowey knew so much about this, and stayed sitting with her arms wrapped around her legs as she watched the rest of the walls shape out. Finally, the rumbling stopped, and in front of them was a whole new set of paths. The walls were made from a many variety of substances from bricks to wood and to metal… she was even sure she had saw cardboard somewhere, but the other walls had blocked her view before she could think much on it.

"W-what now?" Frisk asked the flower. "Please tell me you know where we're supposed to go…"

Flowey looked amused and a little apologetic. "The original paths are changed, altered. I'm afraid I don't know the way out anymore!"

Frisk's eyes widened in fear. But then they hardened into determination before she continued to ask, "Do you know what happened?"

The flower seemed reluctant to answer. Then he shrugged his little leaves and sighed. "I guess we've been found out? I dunno how, but somehow they saw through my plan." He mused for a second, then grinned. "I guess they activated the button, didn't they?"

Frisk was confused, she felt like she was missing out on something. "What button?"

"Nevermind that." Flowey ignored her question, "I think they've turned on the maze. Each time its activation is different, so I don't know the way out. However, the others will have a harder time finding us now." He seemed displeased by his last comment.

"A maze?" She couldn't help wondering this out aloud. It was a real life maze, that was life-sized and surreal! Frisk was somewhat delighted, and worried. "Is there any other ways out of the castle?"

"There were." Flowey explained, indifferent, "But now that they know we've escaped, they must've blocked off the other exits too."

"So there's no hope?" Frisk asked, eyes wide.

"Well," Flowey said, "There are always exits. We just have to find them. And anyways, if there are no exits, how would they expect everyone else to leave?"

"I-I guess." Frisk said, thinking. Her eyes shone with determination. "I guess there's only one way to find out. Let's solve this maze!" Frisk slowly got up from the floor of debris and started forward. She was almost immediately left with a four-way intersection. She stared at all the ends, contemplating which way to choose. The way in front of her was short, and turned right almost immediately. The one to the left was medium sized length, and it branched off into two other direction. The one to the right was so long, she couldn't see the end.

"This is hard." Frisk huffed, a little bothered. "But maybe I can use something to draw with so I know which way I've already went?"

"I've got nothing." The Flower shrugged. Frisk pouted at that, and searched around her for anything. She noticed the red stain on her shirt sleeve. It was the spaghetti from this morning. She always got her sleeves a little dirty when eating the meal that this Papyrus dude sent to her. Feeling experimentive, she headed to a wall and rubbed a small section of the dirty sleeve on the wall. It stained perfectly.

"You're kidding me." Frisk ignored the flower's comments, and continued by heading down the right turn first. It was the long hallway, and Frisk had to walk quite a while before meeting a dead end. No wonder she hadn't seen any turns.

Annoyed, she huffed and turned back around, and she could almost see Flowey rolling his little eyes at her. She chose not to comment on it and was soon back at the intersection. The little smudge she had left on the wall was still there, and she felt satisfied at the sight of it. Then she turned right, down the one that turned right immediately after that. She met another fork in the road. She tried another smudge on the wall. It was fainter than the first one, but it did the job. Frisk turned right. Dead end. Frisk went back and continued forward when at the intersection. After some walking, there was another fork in the road. Frisk groaned as she turned right. All these hallways and paths were making her so confused. She tried to memorize the paths as a map in her head. This helped her a bit.

Soon after taking the right, she found three more paths branching out. How complicated could this maze be? Frisk decided to continue to take right turns, as that would eventually get her out of the maze. So she took the right, and it turned her left as she met a dead end. She groaned again as she went back. This was irritating. She left that hall and turned another right then a left, right, left. Another dead end. But even then, she continued back and tried the last path of the intersection.

After two turns, she found it to be a dead end. So none of those were right! She would have to backtrack all the way now, back to… the beginning? Or was there another path she had skipped while coming here? This sure was a pain in the… the…

"Aren't ya discouraged yet?" The flower asked playfully.

"Never!" Frisk said determinedly, and stomped back the way she had come. "As long as I keep at the right, I can make it back! I'm sure of it!"

"Keep at the right?" The flower asked, amused.

"Yeah." Frisk confirmed, "If I keep making right turns then…" She stopped at the expression on his face. "What?"

"You idiot." Flowey's face turned scary for a moment before it returned to his amused smile. "This maze changes every few minutes. You can't figure a definite path like that. There's a reason I don't know the exit, ya know?"

"What? Why didn't you tell me sooner-" Suddenly, the place began to tremble again. Frisk felt unsteady, and fell down on the ground. She made her hands take in the impact of the fall, but now they were dirty from the debris that was slowly crumbling down onto them.

"Don't just sit there!" Flowey ordered on her shoulder, "Get a move on! We're no longer in a safe zone!" Seeming to realize this, Frisk quickly started to move. Suddenly, a wall sprouted from behind them, right where she had originally been sitting. Good thing she had moved away when she had, or else they might as well be as squashed as spaghetti.

Heh, spaghetti. She examined her sleeves curiously as she continued to dash around, dodging moving walls and falling obstacles. Flowey was also dodging little pieces of debris while on her shoulder. Even with her trying so hard, pieces still hit her and cut her arms. She felt her health depleting a bit, but she would survive.

After what felt like forever, the shaking finally stopped. Frisk paused to make absolute sure that there was no more chaos, and then she fell to the ground, exhausted and drained. That had been quite a run! Even Flowey looked tired out, and his expression showed that he regretted something. Frisk was too tired to ask what that was about.

After Frisk had caught her breath, she got back up and examined her surroundings. Nothing looked familiar, and there were no red stains on the walls to help her figure out where she was. Apparently, the maze had changed. She was now back at square one, and she would be back at it again in a couple of minutes. Flowey was right, this was impossible. No wonder he didn't know the exit to this madness.

Frisk sighed before plopping back down onto the ground. If Flowey didn't even know the way out, how could she? The flower stared at her amusingly at first, then smugly. "Gave up already?" Frisk shook her head, she was just resting… and thinking. There had to be some other way to figure out how to exit this crazy maze. So far, the strategies she had thought of were things one could do if the maze wasn't altered every few minutes. So what was there that wouldn't change even if the maze did?

Frisk attempted to think on this, and had almost grasped an idea until her thoughts were interrupted by a loud noise. More like a loud shout, coming from… someone. She couldn't recognize the voice, and she didn't understand the words yet. The person was too far away. Flowey had noticed too, and seemed suspicious. This made Frisk wary, but she figured that having the company of someone else seemed pretty good to her right now.

"Hey! Over here!" Frisk called out to the empty halls. Her voice echoed around on the walls and she was sure that her voice had reached the one who was calling. That was satisfying to know.

Flowey quickly hissed at the child. "Idiot! What are you doing?"

Suddenly, the voice was much clearer, and Frisk realized that she recognized the voice. And she was not happy to hear it. This was the familiar voice of a woman that had already tried to kill her once, and had failed to do so the first time. Although Frisk was pretty sure she wouldn't fail this time.

"Oh great. Now you've done it." Flowey grumbled.

"I know you're there, brat! Show yourself now!"

Frisk figured now was a good time to run.

Da fuq? Is this my longest chapter? HOW DID THIS HAPPEN.

And Frisk is having trouble with the puzzle! Will she find a way to solve it, or will she not?... And hello Undyne! I hope you're not here to kill Frisk, right? :) Uh, right?...

Btw, if things go accordingly, Chara might make an appearance in the next chap! :D

And based on what people said about how terrible playing genocide is and how it's not worth it, I won't be doing it.

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For now. :)

(P.S. Also may not update for some time, just warnin' ya!)

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