"And why are you here?" Toriel questioned as she took the flower onto the kitchen table.

"It wasn't my choice."

"So you just happened to be forced to come here?" Toriel scoffed. She was less than pleased with her child.

"I'm in a flower pot. Frisk put me into the flower pot. Frisk took me here without my consent."

"You're not welcome to stay." Toriel stated sternly.

Frisk woke up. It was only a dream, a very, very bad dream. They shuffled out of their bed to check if Flowey was still on their nightstand, where they had left him. Frisk was relieved to see the weak flower leaning his weight onto the wall beside him. Asriel, or Flowey, was still asleep. Frisk decided it would be best if they left him alone.

They got dressed and did everything they usually had to do to start the morning. Flowey was still not awake. Frisk left the room. In the hallway, Frisk bumped into Sans, who looked very drained.

'Hello Sans,' Frisk waved.

Sans let out a quick yawn as he continued down the hallway, towards Toriel's room. "Hey kid, did you sleep well?"

Frisk nodded.

"You know, sleeping comes naturally to me. I could do it with my eyes closed." Sans said before closing the door. If only Toriel was there to hear his horrible pun…

Frisk ran down the stairs to see that nobody was there. They ran back to their room to check the time. It was around midnight. Their insomnia was messing with them again. They tried to go back to sleep, but simply couldn't. They kept rolling their body around, lying in different positions, trying to fall back asleep but nothing changed. Finally, Frisk grew sick of trying. They laid their head on their pillow and stared at the ceiling above them. Their eyes slowly wandered to Flowey. And then Frisk realized that Sans had come home around midnight. Frisk wondered what took him so long to come home.

Frisk let out a long sigh. They wished that sleeping came as naturally as it did for Sans. They looked back at Flowey, who was still fast asleep. Frisk couldn't believe that a flower was having an easier time sleeping than they were. 'Good night, Flowey,' Frisk signaled, despite the fact that Flowey was already asleep.

...They couldn't sleep…

Frisk felt tired. They wanted to sleep, but they just couldn't. They were trapped, staring at the ceiling with nothing but their thoughts. This used to not bother them. They used to work on homework or read books about snails when this happened. However, Frisk felt like something was wrong. Someone else was in the room, watching, and it wasn't Flowey.

Something was very off. Frisk couldn't get their name out of their head, and it wasn't Asriel's. Chara. They could not stop thinking about Chara.

Frisk wondered why this was bothering them. It was all in their head. They knew they knew they didn't do anything to provoke Chara. Chara was dead. Chara had been dead for years.

Frisk looked back at Flowey, who was still sleeping.

They got out of their bed and went out of their room. The house was filled with the sound of snoring. Frisk suddenly felt very alone. They went down to the kitchen to drink a glass of water. Their mind still wandered. Frisk wondered if the reason Chara wouldn't get out of their head was because of Flowey, or Asriel, talking about when he used to know Chara.

Frisk took a sip of their drink. They walked over to the fridge to see nothing but bags of spaghetti and snail pie. Nothing really interested Frisk.

They shut the fridge door and went to the living room. They turned on the television after making sure that the volume was low. One of Mettaton's shows was showing. Frisk was glad to see that Mettaton was able to follow his dreams of becoming a famous performer. They also heard Nastablook's music. Frisk enjoyed seeing them happy too.

Frisk felt somewhat bad that they had lost contact with Nastablook and Mettaton. They never fought or anything, they simply stopped talking. They wondered if they could visit Alphys and ask about Mettaton and Nastablook.

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Frisk spent almost two hours, staring at the television. They didn't pay attention to what Mettaton said or what he was doing, they were just staring blankly at the screen. They wished they could sleep.

"Why aren't you in bed?" Sans appeared beside Frisk on the couch. He surprised them. "We don't want you to have a bed-time, do we?" Frisk didn't understand his joke. He sighed. "Have you been awake this entire time?"

Frisk nodded.

"Can't sleep, huh?"

Frisk nodded again.

"I don't think watching tv is going to help you." Sans commented. Frisk noticed he seemed kinda sad, or tired, it was hard to tell.

'Why did you come home so late?' Frisk asked.

Sans frowned. "I...uh...I have to pay the mortgage somehow. Tori loves her job but it doesn't pay enough to really... secure our home… Does that make sense?"

'So you also have a job?' This was the first time Frisk heard of it.

"I have three jobs." Sans sighed. "And unlike in The Underground, I actually have to work...or I'll get fired… The surface comes with its disadvantages."

'Does mom….Toriel, know?'

"Yes."

It was odd to think of Sans as a working man. Frisk couldn't forget how laid-back and lazy he used to be.

"Oh, and Frisk," The skeleton stretched his joints. "You should really spend more time with Tori when you're able to since I'm kinda…. worked down to the bone."

Frisk already heard that joke before. 'You're recycling jokes again.'

"Heh… Really? I didn't realize it." Sans paused for a moment. "Do you ever get tired of sleeping?"

'Stop making puns about sleeping.'

"ok."

'I was just kidding.'

"I know, kid." Sans turned to the tv. "Is that the weird rectangle that everyone finds sexy?"

Frisk nodded. 'And the music is by Nastablook, or it usually is.'

Sans smiled and noogied Frisk and messing up their hair. "Well, kid, I know it's early but I have to leave for work. I'll see you later."

Frisk waved to Sans as he left the house.

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"Frisk, wake up," Toriel shook Frisk until they woke up. "Are you not feeling well, my child? I have noticed that you have been sleeping for almost the entire day."

'I'm good..' Frisk struggled to get off the couch. They looked out the window to see that the sun was out. 'What time is it?'

"It is around three." Toriel stated.

Frisk remembered that they had a flower to take care of. 'I have to do something,' They told Toriel before rushing upstairs. They heard Toriel ask what, but they wanted to make sure that Flowey was okay before anything else.

Frisk breathed heavily as they reached their room. They looked on their drawers. He wasn't there. There was no flower pot. Flowey was missing. Frisk lost Flowey. Frisk lost Asriel.

They began to wonder if Flowey tried to run away back to The Underground. It didn't matter where Flowey went, Frisk just wanted to know that he was alright. They panicked as they searched the room for any signs of dirt or grass. They couldn't find anything.

"Frisk, my child, is everything alright?" Toriel asked again as she stepped into their room. She saw how much of a panic they were in and leaned down to them, placing a reassuring paw on their shoulder.

'I lost something.' Frisk decided to be vague. They didn't know how Toriel would react to knowing that Frisk wanted to give the flower that tried to kill her and all her friends a happy ending.

"What did you lose? Maybe I can help you find it."

'Remember the flower that I brought?'

"I had placed it on the kitchen window, where it would get more sunlight." Toriel explained. "I was going to tell you but you were in a very deep sleep almost all day."

'You….moved him..?'

"Where you had him placed did not have enough sunlight." Toriel grabbed Frisk's hand and led them down to the kitchen.

Flowey was slouched, yet again, with his face pressed against the window. Frisk wondered if Toriel had actually noticed that it was Flowey. They waited anxiously for Toriel to comment on him.

"Are you sure you do not want to plant it in the garden?" Toriel asked.

Frisk shook their head.

Toriel chuckled. "You sure are a strange child."

Frisk faintly smiled, hoping that Toriel would leave the room so that they could talk to Flowey.

"Do you want to cook a snail pie with me?" Toriel asked.

'I want to visit someone, actually.'

"Oh really?"

'I want to see doctor Alphys,' Frisk signaled as they carefully picked up Flowey's flower pot, making sure that his face was away from Toriel.

Toriel frowned. "My child, you do not need a child in order to visit Alphys."

'But I want to show it to her.'

Toriel sighed. "If you must."

And with that, Frisk ran to Alphys's lab, or house, with Flowey. Of course, Flowey did nothing but complain the entire walk.

"What took you so long?" Flowey hissed. "I was waiting on that darn window forever."

'I had trouble sleeping last night.'

"So you let mo….Toriel move me to the kitchen?" Flowey sneered.

'Did you and mom talk?' Frisk asked.

"Did you just call my-" Flowey paused out of frustration. "No. No, Toriel and I did not speak. She didn't recognize me. I remained silent, waiting for you. My face still hurts from pressing it against glass, you know."

'Why are you so angry?'

"Why are you such an idiot?" Flowey hissed.

'Could you please stop calling me that?' Frisk kindly requested.

"Could you please stop being one?" Flowey taunted.

Frisk walked the rest of the way without trying to talk or reason with Flowey. They wanted him to be happy but they were so sick of dealing with his negative attitude towards everything.

It seemed like hours before they reached Alphys's lab, but Frisk finally reached it. Frisk knocked on her door. It didn't take very long for the ex-royal scientist to greet her guests. "Oh, hello Frisk, sorry I wasn't expecting…" Her eyes met Flowey's. "O-Oh…"

Author's note:

Hey, thanks for reading. I hope this fanfiction is going in the right direction (and if it's not, then tell me so that I could steer it around). Anyways… I had a lot of fun writing this. I'm sorry it took me so long, between school and other distractions, I had trouble writing more. I actually feel kinda bad for the first bit because it was around midnight when I wrote it and I couldn't sleep… I think you know where I'm going with this. Anyways, I really hope you liked this chapter. Please give me your thoughts!