"Don't you have anything better to do?" Flowey hissed at the child. "Shouldn't you be on the surface with your friends?"

Frisk approached Flowey with open arms.

"Oh, so you want to be friends." Flowey rolled his eyes. "I want nothing to deal with you. In fact, I hate you. I would never…" He paused for a second. "Wait a minute… Do you think…? Did you actually think…?" He began laughing. "You really are an idiot."

'Asriel,' Frisk's hands did the talking for them. 'Please, I want you to be happy too.'

"…you…want…me..." Flowey burst out laughing again. His face transformed, resembling Asriel's. "And I'm not him."

'Asriel, I just want you to be happy.'

Flowey's face changed back to normal. The poor flower looked wilted. His stem could barely hold his head up. "Golly, aren't you full of something..?" He said sarcastically and began laughing even more.

'Asriel, I know you're still there.'

Flowey began to look annoyed with Frisk. "…just leave me be. Seriously, I want nothing to do with you. You know I don't have a soul…"

'Asriel…'

"Stop calling me that." Flowey hissed. "I….Frisk, just leave."

Frisk frowned. They wondered if coming back down to The Underground was a waste of time. They could've finished their homework by now. And Asriel, or Flowey, didn't seem to want to leave The Underground. Maybe he wasn't meant to be happy.

Frisk decided to leave, despite their instincts telling them to remain determined and to keep pursuing a better ending for everyone. They went home to find Sans, Papyrus, and Toriel worried sick.

"Where were you? We were worried sick!" Papyrus asked Frisk.

"Kid, we were looking everywhere for ya." Sans stated at the dinner table as Toriel placed down a meal for everyone. "You can't just disappear on us like that."

Frisk waited for Sans to say a bad pun. But he was serious. Everyone was worried about them. Frisk felt really bad about everything. Yet their heart kept telling them to go back to The Underground.

Frisk didn't answer any of their questions when they kept asking where they were.

The next day was a Saturday. Frisk still felt the need to go back to The Underground. They told Sans and Toriel that they were going to go out to play. However, they grabbed a flower pot by the house and ran with it back to The Underground. Flowey was coming to the surface with Frisk and he didn't have a choice.

"You're back?" Flowey snarled. "What the hell could you possibly want now?" He paused to look at the flower pot. "What are you doing? Frisk, don't you dare…"

Frisk scooped the dirt surrounding Flowey and placed him in the flower pot. The flower screeched at them. They held the flower close and brought him back to the surface.

Flowey stared at the sun. "You're showing me this, why…?"

Frisk smiled and pointed to the nearby town, where they lived with all their friends. Flowey looked unimpressed. He had the same, sarcastic question for Frisk.

'Asriel, I mean, Flowey, don't be so pessimistic,' Frisk told Flowey as they pointed to a lab at the end of the city. 'Maybe Dr. Alphys could help you.'

"What do you by helping me?" Flowey sneered. "I'm well beyond repair."

'Alphys was the one who gave you and shot with determination and…'

"What are you talking about?" Flowey became enraged. "What the hell? I've never had a shot with determination… You're full of it! You don't know what you're even talking about…"

'You once had the power to reset,' Frisk reminded him.

Flowey let out a long, irritated sigh. "…so… Do you really think that Alphys could do anything to…? No… No… This is insane. Let me down, let me go back to The Underground or I'll kill everyone here."

'I was thinking maybe Alphys could find a way to restore your soul.'

"Well she can't, and that's final." Flowey mumbled, smashing his teeth together violently out of frustration.

'Flowey, I know you're Asriel.'

"Not anymore…"

'Don't you want to be happy? Don't you want to feel again?' Frisk questioned the flower. They didn't want to walk back home with Flowey still acting so aggressive. Frisk doubted that Flowey would actually make any attempts to kill anyone, seeing how he knew that Frisk didn't plan on resetting anytime soon and that he was in a very vulnerable situation.

Flowey was silent for a few minutes. He looked less angry and more depressed than anything. "Frisk…just…leave…me…be…" He paused in between each word. The exhausted flower leaned his head on Frisk's chest.

Frisk held the flower pot tightly and close to their chest.

oOo

Toriel greeted Frisk at the door. She noticed the flower pot that Frisk was holding. Flowey still had his head pressed against Frisk. He was silent. Toriel didn't even realize there was anything special about the flower in the pot. She only saw the chance to make another joke. "You know, Sans and I were going to the garden the other day. He beat me to the garden by pre-seeding me!"

Before Frisk could laugh at Toriel's awful pun, Flowey softly giggled to himself. Frisk pressed his head closer to their chest to muffle the sound of his laughter.

"Wait…" Toriel gave Frisk an odd look. "Did your flower just laugh?"

Frisk slowly shook their head.

"Odd." Toriel signaled Frisk to come inside. "Well, anyways, I have a butterscotch pie awaiting you on the table. You can put your plant… Well, it looks a little wilted… Maybe you should have left it where you found it."

'I want to keep it.' Frisk signaled to their adoptive monster mother.

"Are you sure?" Toriel smiled lightly. "I think the flower would be healthier if you were to plant it outside of the house."

'I want to keep it.' Frisk repeated.

"If you insist," Toriel said as if she was not happy with Frisk's decision. She got a phone call. "Well, I have to go for now. I have parent-teacher conferences today. Please enjoy the pie. However, don't eat it all at once. I don't want you to get sick."

Toriel gave Frisk a farewell hug before leaving the house. The house seemed empty without Toriel or Sans around. Frisk wondered if Papyrus was home or if it was just them and Flowey.

"Toriel…Makes the best pies…" Flowey whispered as Frisk placed him on the table beside the butterscotch pie. It was still too hot to eat. Flowey looked sad while staring down at the pie. His face transformed to resemble Asriel's again. "Chara and I used to always eat her pies together. They would steal my slice every time that I looked away."

Frisk took a seat by the table and pushed it back so that they could talk to Flowey. 'Chara sounds like a jerk.'

"Yeah… They weren't really the best person…" Flowey's face transformed back and he looked away. "But then again..."

"Human!" A voice shouted from the front door. "Undyne and I have made more spaghetti together. You're going to love this spaghetti so much that you won't want anything else to eat, not even Toriel's pies."

"…Papyrus lives with you too…?" Flowey questioned, whispering to Frisk, who nodded in response.

The skeleton ran into the room and dropped a plate of spaghetti in front of Frisk. Flowey remained silent as Frisk took their first bite. It was edible, and only edible. Frisk's face remained the same as when it first bit into the food. For once, Papyrus's cooking really wasn't that bit. Frisk gave Papyrus two thumbs up.

"I, the great Papyrus…" Before he could finish his statement about Frisk liking his meal, he noticed Flowey. "…isn't that the flower that tried to kill you, 'Flowery'?"

Papyrus was immediately corrected. "Flowey…my name is Flowey…"

"It's been so long since I've seen you," Papyrus commented. "I suppose everyone deserves a second chance."

Flowey impatiently glared at Frisk. "Why is he being so nice to me?" He asked quietly so that Papyrus wouldn't hear his question. "I tried to kill him, too, you know."

Frisk shrugged.

"Human," Papyrus grabbed Frisk off of their seat and held them over the ground. "Would you like to practice fighting with me? I, the Great Papyrus, have learned some new special attacks that I would like to share with you!"

Frisk looked back at Flowey, who seemed completely disinterested. While Frisk cared about Asriel, or Flowey, they didn't want to miss out on fun times with Papyrus. Flowey was beginning to bring Frisk down. They needed to have some fun instead of being so serious for such a long time. Besides, the pie that Toriel baked still needed to cool down.

Frisk waved goodbye to Flowey. "Wait, you're leaving…with him?"

Frisk didn't respond. They followed Papyrus out the backdoor of the house to practice fighting Papyrus. Frisk never attacked him. Instead, they simply dodged each of his attacks. They got very good and practiced nearly every day. Sometimes, they didn't practice with Papyrus but the bullies at school if they ever tried to attack them. Frisk liked fighting with Papyrus because he knew when to stop. If Frisk asked to be spared, Papyrus would instantly spare them. However, the bullies at Frisk's school would only laugh if Frisk asked to be spared.

After several minutes of dodging perfectly, Frisk thought about Asriel for a second and got hit by one of Papyrus's bones. "Nyeh heh heh, Human, you had to dodge that one!" Papyrus paused for a second in the middle of the fight. "Human, you haven't seen Sans anywhere, have you?"

Frisk slowly shook their head. 'Why? Is everything okay?'

"I haven't seen my brother anywhere…" Papyrus stated nervously. "Maybe he's upstairs napping… You know how lazy he is…"

'Sleeping increases your HP temporarily.' Frisk told Papyrus.

"Excuses, excuses, excuses!" Papyrus shouted. Even after being out of The Underground for so long, Papyrus still judged Sans for sleeping.

After coming to the surface, Sans began sleeping even more than he already had. And he was often outside of the house. This was not the first time that Papyrus had asked Frisk about Sans's whereabouts.

"Oh and human," Papyrus tossed Frisk a bone. "Check out this attack that Undyne taught me!"

oOo

It took awhile to get Frisk exhausted, but Papyrus did it. While Frisk dragged their feet into the kitchen, barely awake, Papyrus was able to run upstairs without the slightest problem. Frisk turned to the table and noticed that the butterscotch pie that Toriel had cooked wasn't there. Then they saw Flowey slouching shamefully over the plate the pie was originally placed on.

"What do you want?" Flowey snarled.

'How did you eat that?' Frisk questioned.

"The same way I speak," Flowey hissed. "I have a mouth, you know."

'Why would you eat it when you knew that I wanted to it? We could've split it. I only wanted one slice.' Frisk tried to reason with Flowey.

"Why are you making this such a big? I tried to kill you, multiple times, and you never once complained about that!"

Frisk sighed and left the flower on the table to go to bed.

"Wait… Frisk, don't go. Come back," Flowey whined. Frisk went back to the flower. They picked up the pot and brought it to their bedroom. "This looks a lot like my bedroom…" Flowey mumbled. "It even has the macaroni art for…king…dad…" The flower frowned as Frisk placed him on their nightstand. "I guess, I'll just sit here…and watch you sleep…"

Frisk turned off the lights and walked over to their bed. They laid down and shut their eyes.

Author's Note:

Alright, I gotta say, it's been less than a day, and yet I've already gotten at least five watches for this story and one positive review, asking me to make more. Thank you all!

Well this chapter actually took a while but it's done. I hope I'm going the right way with this story and that I'm not rushing it.

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