Author's Note: This takes place from Flowey's point of view. Also, this is where spoilers come into play.
Why can't I kill Sans? Or anyone for that matter? I thought from my perch on the window sill. I was eating at that moment, via photosynthesis.
"you know, you don't have to be alone." Stated Sans from the doorway. They had just finished eating their spaghetti. "I know. Hey, can I ask you a question?" I hesitantly asked. "anything for a friend." He replied. "What did you do to me?" "... I don't know." "C-can you do it again?" "what?! why?" "Just so it. I feel like you need to. Don't ask me why." "fine, punch me." I immediately punched him.
Obviously, he cried. I outstretched my leaf to him. Once a tear hit it, I shriveled up with pain. My vision faded into whiteness, and I saw two monsters. A skeleton in black cloths, and a mini Asgore. I felt... a connection to him. "*Flowey, save us.*" pleaded the goat. A number appeared above each I've their heads. 1 above the skeleton's and a 2 above the goat's. The skeleton stepped forward. "•You'll•need•him•first.• Go,• use•Alphys'• soul• container• to• free•him.• He'll•know•how•to•get•me.•" he commanded.
Instantaneously, I woke up. I was on a bed, probably asleep. "How long I been out?" I yelled. I heard a certain someone say "TWO AND ONE HALF OF AN HOUR, APPROXIMATELY." I got up and hopped down the stairs. "Alphys, where's your soul container?" I probed. "M-my experiment? Behind the couch, wh-" she wasn't able to finish before I had fished it out, and released it. "S-stop!" she screamed.
I released them into my stem, and changes instantly took place. I was swarmed with memories- of Toriel and Asgore that I never had had. But then I did. I knew this now. I'm no Flower. I am Asriel, son of the King and Queen. In a red flame, I burst out of my green tomb.
"I AM ALIVE MOM!" I screeched. The souls created me a vessel, and returned my soul and memories. I exist now. "W-who are you? Where is Flowey?" asked Alphys. Frisk sprinted at me with a knife, and I easily dodged while giving them a jolt of red magic.
"Huh?" They said as they stumbled. "Wait! I can talk! Who are you?!" they excitedly asked. "Before I answer that, I need a phone." I said in a child's voice, as I am a child, and about Frisk's age. "I need to call mom."
Whew! Now I can mess with Frisk's emotions! Now they have a voice that sometimes won't vocalize, meaning they still have to use sign language, a new kid, baby Sans and Alphys, and all the while a skeleton man who we don't even know exists. Thanks for reading, and see you next chapter!