Frisk, Flowey, and Chara were watching anime in the living room while the adults were talking about something upstairs.

"I wonder what they're talking about." Flowey commented. "You got any ideas, Frisk?" He asked the selectively mute human.

Frisk shrugged and shook their head. 'Maybe it has something to do with why Dunkle Sans is walking me home everyday now.' They signed.

"Maybe. Probably, if I'm being honest." Flowey said. "Come on, man! Kick his ass!" He screeched as a fight scene began in the anime they were all watching.

'Language, Flowey. Do you want Mom to put soap in your mouth?' Frisk signed in a teasing manner.

Flowey rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah…" He grumbled.

"This guy better not die. I just started liking him!" Chara said as the fight scene grew more intense.

Flowey seemed to be distracted with his thoughts after a few minutes. Frisk eventually picked up on it. They poked Flowey's petals, getting his attention.

"What do you want?" Flowey grunted.

'You aren't really paying attention. I know you like this show, so something is bothering you. Do you want to talk about it?' Frisk signed, concern written all over their expression.

Flowey sighed and looked down at the ground. "Not really, no. But you're probably going to pressure me into talking anyway. I'll tell you later, okay?"

Frisk felt even more concerned now, but relented like they were asked. Chara stared at Flowey after this exchange. They still had mixed feelings about him.

On one hand, he in a way, was their dead brother. On the other hand...he did all those horrible things. Not that they were much better.

They pushed aside that atom bomb of a topic for the time being and focused on the anime.

Dinner was ready a couple of hours later. Frisk brought Flowey with them, placing him down next to their seat.

'Can you eat?' Frisk asked the flower.

"Sure I guess. Can't really taste that much, though." Flowey said, placing his head on the table, popping his lips boredom.

It was a Friday, so it was spaghetti night. Cooked by Papyrus and Toriel. Frisk's mouth watered when their plate was put in front of them. It smelled so good! Soon, everybody had sat down around the table and had a plate of spaghetti in front of them.

"Oh, greetings Flowery! I did not know you were joining us tonight, otherwise I would have brought an extra plate!" Papyrus said. "There's more in the kitchen, I can go make you a plate right now if you'd like!" Papyrus said with that smile of his.

"That's okay...you don't have to do that for me, I'm not really hungry…" Flowey said.

"Nonsense! I can tell you are feeling down, and there's nothing like a plate of freshly cooked spaghetti to bring out the joy inside!"

"But I don't…" Flowey trailed off before he sighed. "Sure. Okay, Papyrus. I'll have a plate." He relented.

"Alrighty! I'll go make you one right away my flowery flower friend!" Papyrus exclaimed before repeatedly backflipping into the kitchen.

Soon enough Flowey had a plate along with everyone else.

"There we go! Now everybody has some! We're ready for grace, Lady Asgore!" Papyrus said to Toriel.

"Thank you, Papyrus." Toriel said before she placed her hands together. Everyone followed suit.

Flowey looked around, wondering why everyone was closing their eyes and putting their hands together. He tried to remember, it had been so long ago since he had once eaten properly with his family. He did recall them doing this. He snickered a bit. Chara was always so impatient, especially when they knew there was chocolate for desert.

Flowey placed his leaves together and closed his eyes.

After Toriel said grace, everyone began eating their food. Frisk smiled at Flowey and raised a forkful of spaghetti up to him.

"Frisk, I can feed myself you know?" Flowey grumbled.

Frisk pouted at Flowey's response, but was determined to do this at least once. They gave the flower the best puppy dog eyes they could muster.

Flowey stared down Frisk's eyes, intent on standing firm on this. Eventually, like everyone else, his will crumbled to the might of Frisk's puppy dog eyes.

"Ugggghhh! Fine! If it means that much to you, fine! You can do it." Flowey relented with a small blush. "But only once!" He hissed.

"Wow Flowey, you really...rose to the occasion." Sans quipped.

"SHUT IT TRASH BAG!" Flowey screeched, bouncing angrily in his pot.

Frisk burst into a fit of giggles at this, and in turn, everyone else began laughing.

Flowey's petals turned red from embarrassment. He fought the smile he could feel forming on his face. "Stop laughing at me!" he screeched.

Eventually everyone calmed down and went back to eating and their normal conversations with each other.

Frisk brought the forkful of spaghetti back over to Flowey. Flowey rolled his eyes. "Hurry and get it over with!" He hissed as he opened his mouth.

Frisk placed the spaghetti inside Flowey's mouth and watched as he slurped it off the fork. He began chewing it idly before he froze completely.

'Flowey? Are you okay?' Frisk signed in worry.

Flowey's entire body began shaking, Frisk could see droplets of tears hitting the table in front of him.

"It...it...It tastes SO GOOOOD!" Flowey cried out. "I CAN TASTE!"

This got everyone's attention, especially Sans and Alphys'. A soulless being was able to taste food? They shouldn't be able to feel literally anything at all, yet Flowey was crying tears of joy, loudly exclaiming he could taste.

"Flowey...I take it, that is good news?" Toriel asked gently, unsure of how to react to this.

"I...I...I don't know! I think so?! I can feel something, atleast!" Flowey said in between his crying.

He looked at his place of spaghetti and grabbed his fork with a vine. "I MUST HAVE ALL OF THE SPAGHETTI!"

"I'm glad you like it my Flowery Friend! I'll be sure to make you as much spaghetti as you'd like whenever you need it! All you need to do is ask! Nyeh heh heh!" Papyrus said proudly.

"YOU ARE SUCH AN AMAZING PERSON PAPYRUS! YOU'RE TOO GREAT FOR THIS WORLD!" Flowey exclaimed before shoveling as much spaghetti as he could into his mouth.

Papyrus blushed and smiled brightly. "Wowie, you're far too kind!" Papyrus said with his trademark laugh.

The rest of dinner was spent with everyone conversing with each other while happily eating their spaghetti.


A few hours later, It was time for Frisk to go to bed. They headed up to their room and went inside. They placed Flowey on the desk before they began getting ready for bed.

Flowey and Chara both looked away from Frisk as they changed into their pajamas. "Sheesh, Frisk. You could just go into the bathroom." Flowey grumbled.

Frisk shrugged. 'It's not a big deal to me. Plus Chara would follow me anyway.' Frisk signed.

Chara began to sputter while Flowey laughed his ass off. He could sense the ghost child's embarrassment.

Frisk got into bed and pulled the covers over them. 'Good night.' They signed to both Flowey and Chara.

"Good night Frisk." Flowey said as he looked out the window.

"Good night." Chara said before they faded away.


The following monday came rather quickly. Too quick in Frisk's opinion. Today Bryan and Mrs. Anderson were both coming back to school. There was no doubt in Frisk's mind that they were going to start some kind of trouble.

As Frisk brushed their teeth, they contemplated on how they should deal with it if Bryan tried to fight them again.

"Punch him in his annoying face." Chara said as they appeared in the mirror.

Frisk rolled their eyes and continued brushing their teeth. Once they were done they washed the toothbrush and placed it it's cup. They washed their hands and dried them off before they finally left their bathroom.

"At least don't just stand there and take it again!" Chara said.

Frisk turned to look at them. 'I'm not going to. If he tries to fight me, I'm going to defend myself.' Frisk signed.

Chara sighed in relief at those words. "Good." They grumbled.

They went back downstairs and found Sans watching tv on the couch. Frisk shrugged to themself and joined him, laying on top of him.

"Heh. Heya kid." Sans greeted.

'Good morning' Frisk signed. They were pretty unenthusiastic about what today had in store.

"Ya got the mondays, huh?" Sans asked as he began flipping through tv channels.

Frisk grumbled and shifted their position to a more comfortable one.

"Ya know I'm not a pillow, right?" Sans said with a chuckle.

'Yes you are!' Frisk signed, which got him to full out laugh.

"Alright then. Guess I'm a pillow today." Sans shrugged.

Sans eventually found a decent show on and left the tv on that channel. It was clear to him that Frisk didn't want to go to school today because of Linda and Bryan, but he didn't want to bring that conversation up unless Frisk did first.

Sans' phone began buzzing after a few minutes of the two of them just laying there watching cartoons.

He dug it out of his jacket pocket and turned the lockscreen on. He saw that it was a text from Toriel. He unlocked his phone and read the message.

"Huh. Hey kid, I got some...news, for you. Don't know if I would say this is good news or bad news, you'd probably like it." Sans said.

Frisk looked up at him with a curious expression.

"Tori wants you to take Flowey with you to school from now on." Sans told the kid.

Their demeanor immediately brightened up. 'I say that's pretty good news!' Frisk signed. 'It'll be good for him to get out of the house. He needs some social practice anyway!' They signed.

"Hopefully he doesn't riddle some little jerks full of his pellets." Sans said.

'Don't worry! I'll be careful with him!' Frisk signed back.

"Eh, Sure kid. I don't really see why not. He's been a good little weed lately." Sans shrugged.

Frisk nodded and gave him a quick hug. They then ran back upstairs, coming down a few minutes later holding Flowey.

"Now remember Frisk. If Bryan or any other of those little shi….brats….mess with you….plant me at the playground." Flowey said with a smile.

"Flowey no…" Frisk spoke, as their hands were full with Flowey's pot.

"FLOWEY YESSSSSSSSS!" Flowey hissed, bouncing in Frisk's arms.

"Ready to go kid?" Sans asked, diffusing the situation before it escalated any further.

Frisk nodded before whispering into Flowey's….uh….petals.

"Do I have to…?" Flowey groaned.

Frisk nodded sternly. Flowey rolled his eyes and grumbled to himself. "Fine...Sans? Thank you for taking Frisk and by extension me to and from school from now on." Flowey said.

"No problem...bud." Sans said with a wink.

"...I'm beginning to enjoy your puns and that is terrifying." Flowey grumbled.

Sans grabbed Frisk's hand and walked to the front door of the house. "I know a shortcut to the school." Sans told Frisk and Flowey.

Sans opened the door...which led to the entrance to the school. "Fast Shortcut, huh?" Sans said with a wink.

A/N I am so sorry for the lack of length this time. Originally there was way more, but it all led to a scene I was unable to write and I got no help, so I unfortunately had to scrap it all. I managed to put this together.

But on the other hand, 70 views? 70 views?! Holy crap! this story exploded quickly! Thank you so much for reading my story :)