She stands in front of the laboratory, contemplating on actually going in. "As far as I know, this is the only way through to the Castle." Flowey offers, almost reading her mind.
Frisk sighs and goes in again. The lights are on and Alphys is waiting for them by the monitor.
"Give me your phone, you little twerp." Alphys growls, hand outstretched.
Frisk's eyes widen and she quickly hands it over. She shoves it into a slot into a machine next to the monitor and it disappears. Another cellphone appears out of another slot in the machine. This one is flat and only has one button. She hands it to Frisk.
"There. It has all your contacts in it. You can take pictures, send and receive them, your calls will have better quality, you can send text messages, and you can store things in it. And you can connect to the Under-net. I want you to do that often so I can post things on our social media for you." She says.
Frisk touches the screen and it lights up. It takes her a few minutes but she eventually figures everything out with it. "I have puzzles for you to solve. If I can't kill you, your own stupidity will." She growls pointing to the door. "Get out of here before I beat you to a pulp." Frisk nods and quickly moves out of the lab.
She finds herself on some conveyor belts leading towards some lasers. Frisk has to jump over and roll under several of them. One even followed her, making her run faster than she thought she could. She finds herself in a room with a puzzle box in it. The only exit is blocked by a laser. She goes to the puzzle box. Its like a handheld game system. It has a timer counting down. She looks on the bottom and sees several sticks of dynamite. She moves all the boxes around until she can hit the target. When she does, the timer stops and the laser deactivates.
Frisk sighs with relief and moves on. The next room has a picture puzzle. She has to slide the tiles into the shape of a picture. Again there's a bomb and a laser blocking the way. Frisk has a lot of trouble with this one and Flowey is no help at all.
She solves it with seconds to spare. The resulting picture is the symbol from Toriel's dress and Gerson's medalion. Frisk doesn't let herself think about it too much. She sets the puzzle back down and moves on. Its a weird hallway with a gigantic gap in the floor. There's a large steam pipe sticking out of the tile. She picks up a rock from the ground and drops it in the steams path. It shoots across the path and lands easily on the other side.
"I don't trust it." Flowey says and Frisk puts her hand in it and quickly pulls it back.
"Ow!" She says, shaking the heat out.
"And it'll hurt. Just great." He adds and looks around.
"Do we have anywhere else to go?" She asks getting ready to jump into it. Flowey groans and she jumps into the stream of the steam. It pushes her across and she doesn't land very well. On top of burns, it looks like she has a broken ankle. She groans and starts to cry. "It really hurts.." she says, trying to move it. She yelps in pain and lets it lay still. Flowey quickly pulls out something to wrap it in. Good thing the floor is cold. She thought as she shrugged off her backpack and rolled herself to her back.
She tries her best to relax as she lets Flowey wrap her ankle. "You should eat, Frisk. You'll heal faster." Flowey say pulling out what looks like a sandwich and a juice box. Frisk takes it and sips the juice, sniffling. Its apple juice. She takes a bite of the sandwich. Ham and cheese. She doesn't remember telling Paps or Sans what she liked... Maybe a good guess. She finishes the juice and sandwich and her ankle doesn't hurt. Neither do where her skin was burned. She sighs with relief and rolls the wrapped ankle. Its stiff but doesn't hurt. She unwraps it and rolls the bandage back up. She hands it to Flowey who puts it up. She slowly stands up and puts the backpack back on, being careful not to put weight on the stiff ankle all at once.
They move on to the next room. Its very dark. She feels someone grab her arms and rip her backpack off. "Hey!" She shouts. She's thrown against something flat and upright and her wrists and ankles are tied down. She struggles against the restraints but they don't loosen. Suddenly a spotlight shines in her eyes, blinding her for a bit.
"Welcome back to...Torture hour!" Mettaton's voice says and the lights turn on to reveal Mettaton standing in front of a table full various knives and odd tools. The crowd cheers loudly. "This week we have the horrid Frisk the human!" He says into his microphone. The crowd boos at her name.
Frisks eyes widen and she struggles to tug her hands out of the leather straps. "Let me go!" She shouts.
"Look everyone, shes already screaming! And I haven't done anything yet!" Mettaton says and the crowd cheers. Mettaton picks up a small knife and goes over to Frisk. "I wonder what color her blood is." He says as he nicks her cheek. A bead of blood wells from the cut and drips down. "Its red everyone! All those rumors about humans were true!" He says throwing up his arms triumphantly as the crowd cheers. "I'm sorry. I really don't want to do this." He whispers in a normal voice as he bows to the crowd, the mic far away from his voice box.
Frisk bites her lip and Mettaton pulls her sleeve up passed her elbow. "How about we see a lot of that beautiful red blood!" He says into the mic in monotone and slices across the underside of her arm near the elbow. Frisk winces and a lot of blood pours out, getting all over her. The crowd goes wild.
"Again!" They shout and Mettaton cuts her again just above it. He does this again and again, making Frisk cry out in pain. Before it gets too close to her wrist, he stops on that arm and lifts up her shirt half way. "It's me or you kid..." he whispers in the normal voice and cuts all the way across her stomach, though not very deeply. The blood pours from the wound.
Tears pour down Frisk's cheeks as she tries not to scream. Her heart is pounding, her body is shaking and her vision is starting to blurr. From beyond the cameras, into where the crowd's supposed to be, she swears she can see that bright red glowing eye. Every time she blinks, it seems to get closer.
Out of nowhere, Flowey slams into Mettaton, knocking him to the ground. His vines wrap around the hunk of metal as he hisses angrily. He forces the robots arm to cut Frisk's arms loose. She collapses to her knees and slowly frees her feet. All she can hear is a high pitched noise and she starts to see double. She spots her backpack and crawls toward it, the only thing that made sense right now.
The non-existent crowd is shouting unintelligibly during the commotion. Flowey hisses and slams Mettaton into the floor a few times. She puts ion the pack and gets up, holding her stomach. She runs as fast as she can muster past Mettaton towards the exit. Flowey unwraps himself and hops back in his pot before she gets too far away.
She runs a good distance before she gets to a save point. She sits down in front of it and weakly tries to take off her backpack, clutching her chest and trying to breathe.
It felt just like before.. When he was hurting me... I let it happen again..
"Thank you.. for that back there.. I don't know how long I could've lasted.." she says softly. Her clothes are visibly stained with her blood.
"I.. I just couldn't watch him do it.." Flowey says, handing her another juice box.