[Oh my god look I'm actually alive! It's been a while! How are you guys? I'm sorry I didn't post a chapter… I needed a break. But now it's Summer I might be writing more! As soon as this is done I'm putting it out and Ima at least post once a week! I'm going to be writing longer chapters as well. Also… what if Sans and Toriel had a child? *Please don't kill me for that idea XD* Who actually reads these parts?]
It was the end of Frisk's last day of school and all the kids were rushing out. The walkers' area was a bit more crowded than usual. Frisk saw Sans walking up with his hands in his jacket pockets. "Hey kiddo, ready to go home?" Sans asked. Frisk nodded and took the lead. "Guess no shortcut today? You're givin' me a real work out." When they eventually got home, Frisk raced inside and yelled summer! Papyrus came down the stairs and grabbed Frisk. "LET'S SAY WE MAKE FOOD FOR UNDYNE AND TORIEL SMALL HUMAN!" Papyrus took off-with Frisk still in his arms- and ran into the kitchen. "Alright bro, don't burn down the kitchen." Sans said as he fell onto the couch. "OH BE QUIET SANS!" Papyrus yelled.
Papyrus poured hot water into a pot, then dumbed a whole box of noodles into it. He tried to crank the temperature higher, but Frisk wouldn't let him. They've watched Toriel cook spaghetti a dozen times. They knew the exact temperature and everything. The grabbed another pot from the bottom cabinet and placed it on the stove next to the boiling noodles. They didn't turn on the burner yet. They put tomato sauce in it, then asked Papyrus to chop some onions and some mushrooms. Frisk started adding some spices to the sauce. When papyrus got done he dumped what he shopped into the mix. Frisk began to stir. Papyrus took the pot of spaghetti and dumped out the water.
"I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY WE DIDN'T TURN UP THE HEAT? IT WOULD TASTE EXQUISITE!" Papyrus cried. Frisk shook their head and poured the sauce onto the noodles. Frisk ran into the living room and woke up Sans. "Food is ready!" Frisk smiled. "Is it edible?" Sans asked with his eye sockets still closed. "Dad…" Frisk whined. "Fine, fine." Sans walked into the kitchen and grabbed a plate full of spaghetti. He reluctantly took a bite. "Not bad." He admitted. Toriel walked into the house, and into the kitchen. "Oh spaghetti!" Toriel exclaimed with artificial excitement. "Who made this?" "Me and Papyrus!" Frisk said, getting their own plate. "It's pretty good, Tori." Sans said twirling a fork of noodles. Tori took a bite out of Sans food. "Aw c'mon tor, the spaghetti's over there." Sans said nudging Toriel. "It is quite delicious. Good job you two." Toriel said grabbing herself a plate.
Frisk was happily slurping some noodles when Flowey start screaming. They got up from the table and went upstairs to check on him. "Frisk! Where are you!?" He screamed. "Right here." Frisk answered, poking their head through the doorway. "I'm bored!" Flowey whined. "But Flowey, when I bring you towards people you always fuss and say mean things." Frisk protested. "But frisk, your room is stupid and boring!" Flowey whined louder. Frisk sighed and grabbed Flowey. "Fine." They brought him downstairs and set him on the table. "Oh… hello Flowey." Toriel forced a smile. "Why is he here?" Sans asked. "What's it to ya smiley trashbag." Sans glared at him. "uh, Flowey want some spaghetti?" Frisk asked. "1. I'm a flower. For 2. If it's made by him no thanks." Flowey looked over at Papyrus.
For the remainder of dinner, Flowey kept insulting people. When frisk finished their dinner they grabbed Flowey and ran upstairs. "What? What did I do?" Flowey growled. "You need to learn to be nice." Frisk frowned. Flowey smirked. "nice? Sorry I don't have a soul. I can't feel your sappy feelings." "Yea. We need to fix that." Frisk said.
When night fell, Frisk laid down on their bed. They looked at Flowey and thought, "I need to help him. How?" Frisk closed their eyes and fell to sleep. "You think you can help him? He's done for. No soul. He will never be whole again." Frisk eyes opened slightly. They sighed getting out of their bed. "there has to be a way." Frisk muttered. Flowey looked up. "A way for?" He asked. Frisk walked into their closet and grabbed a purple shirt and a pair of shorts. "Hello? Are you braindead? I asked a question." Flowey shouted. "Later." Frisk replied, walking to the bathroom. "Later? Is that even an answer? Oh, whatever." Flowey growled.
Frisk walked downstairs and straight into the kitchen. It smelt of pancakes. They sat down at the table and put their head down. "rough night kiddo?" Sans asked, patting Frisk's head. Frisk just let out a moan. The front door opened and Undyne poked her head through the kitchen opening. "What are we having for breakfast?" Undyne asked. "Pancakes" Toriel said turning her head as she flipped some flabby batter into the air. "All done!" Toriel exclaimed placing a big platter full of pancakes. Frisk took a pancake and drenched it with syrup. They cut pieces out and bit into it. It tasted strangely of butterscotch and cinnamon. "Toriel these pancakes are delicious." Undyne said taking her 3rd serving. "YES LADY TORIEL!" Papyrus happily hummed as he stuffed pancake into his mouth.
When everyone was full up, they went about their normal routines. Alphys went into the living room to watch some anime, and Frisk decided if anyone could help it might be Alphys. They walked up and sat down next to her. "Oh h-hey Frisk!" Alphys said, barely glancing away from her phone. "Can I ask you something Al?" Frisk mumbled. Alphys set the phone down and looked at them. "Yea? W-what happened?" "I want to give Flowey a soul. Can you help me?" Alphys face went grim. 'I-I don't know i-if I can Frisk." "Please you're the only one I know who can" Frisk pleaded.
"I'll try. B-but if I-I couldn't figure out h-how to use determination on m-monsters… H-how can I d-do this." Alphys twirled her fingers around, nervously. Frisk hugged her. "You can do it. Please."