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Flowey continued to stare down at her like a broken set from a show as it went in and out. "I owe you a huge thanks! You really did a number on that old fool. Without you, I never would have got past him." He laughed again, and Frisk could feel the guilt rising in her. "But now with your help…" He chuckled more, making Frisk back away as his face changed to Asgore's, horrifying her as it turned into a skull. "He's dead."

"I wasn't trying to...I didn't mean…"

And I've got the human souls!" He laughed again, but Frisk was sinking in her own inner turmoil as the flower continued to speak, "Boy! I've been empty for so long... It feels great to have a SOUL inside me again. Mmm…I can feel them wriggling!"

"No…no…no…" Frisk shook her head, wanting to block it all out as she watched Flowey give a fake look of concern.

"Aww, you're feeling left out, aren't you?" His voice crackled, "That's just perfect. After all, I only have six souls. I still need one more..." He laughed out, his face distorting with every second, "until I become a god! And then with my new-found powers. Monsters…" Flowey's face shifted to Toriel's, "and Humans..." He laughed more, shifting to her face, and Frisk's eyes narrowed as her lips thinned out at the mimicry.

I do not look like that…Frisk fought the urge to cross her arms as Flowey continued his rant, his face shifting once more.

"Everyone!" He laughed, his voice echoing around her. "I'll show them all the real meaning of this world!" Flowey's grin widened further, his insanity more apparent as he looked down on Frisk as he blinked out. With a frown she looked around, determined to find a way out of this mess, only to hear the sound of static and Flowey's laughter once again. "Oh, and forget about escaping to your old SAVE file!"

"What?" Frisk screeched. "What did you do? Where's all my SAVEs!"

"It's gone FOREVER!" Flowey chuckled, and Frisk frowned as she felt her options reduce to nothing. "But don't worry." Flowey's voice peaked, and Fisk glared at the giant head of the flower in her best intimidating stare, though Flowey only seemed to have a more uncontrolled fit of laughter. "Your old friend Flowey...has worked out a replacement for you!"

Chara! If you're there speak up now! Frisk yelled in her own head, only to be greeted with silence as Flowey's face turned into a grotesque smile.

"I'll SAVE over your own death! So, you can watch me tear you to bloody pieces!" He growled out as Frisk started to back away, only to get nowhere as the once small flower drooled, creating a puddle below him at the images in his own head. "Over and over and over…"

He sounds way too excited… Frisk swallowed, breathing heavy as her heart beat against her chest. There's no way out… Fear took her over, her hands trembled as the last time she remembered this kind of fear was the first time her father found out she was a Phoenix. She had made the mistake of calling him when she had found her mother, cold and lifeless. Begging him to save her if he could.

He only saw Frisk as the last thing needed to break the puzzle. To fix their mistakes and bring the monsters justice he said. That smile was forever etched in her memory as she ran to her SAVE, resetting for the first time as she did the one thing she could think of to save her mother. Though it always turned out to be a temporary solution, ending the same every time.

Flowey's manic laughter growing louder bought her out her thoughts, and she could only imagine what all he was thinking.

"good luck…"

Frisk breathed the memory of Sans in her head and those two words meant so much to her as she put a hand to her heart. He believes in me...She couldn't help but think back to Papyrus's grin, Undyne's own laughter, and Toriel's motherly charm. There was also Mettaton, Napsta, Monster Kid who she saw as a little brother of sorts, and so many of them. She gritted her teeth. They all believe in me...With a determined stare at Flowey, she pushed down her fears as she stepped forward.

"What?" Flowey looked confused until he started to laugh again as Frisk stared up at him, her eyes narrowed as her fists clenched tightly. "Do you really think you can stop ME?"

"I know I can." Frisk breathed out, only to hear Flowey laughing, and she knew it was at her. His face slowly changed, no longer looking on the brink of insanity as he sneered at her.

"You really ARE an idiot." With a snort, he disappeared, and for a moment she could still see the souls, it gave her some hope as she realized Flowey was merely a container.

But how to get them out...She didn't have much time to think as Flowey emerged from the darkness, his form leaving her speechless at the gigantic mass in front of her. The shape was like nothing she could have thought, so utterly ridiculous and yet something out your deepest fears at the same time.

Her eyes widened, her hand gripping the knife Frisk had forgotten was in her hand as she heard Flowey's booming laughter and his red eyes opened peering down at her. She barely had time to dodge as projectiles came towards her from the insane flower. Fire, venus fly traps, vines and plenty more became her obstacles as sweat beaded on her brow, and Flowey looked more than happy, with a steady breath she found an opening, only to feel dismayed at the hit that amounted to almost nothing.

His "friendliness pellets" came again and again, and she wondered just how battered and broken she look as pain wracked through her from so many places. Frisk didn't need to CHECK herself to know her health was low and as WARNING! triggered on Flowey's screen, Frisk squinted her eyes, preparing herself for what she feared might be a cannon blast or worse.

Moments passed, and there was nothing until the sound of something hitting beside her had her open her eyes. A knife lay there, stuck to the ground as she looked at it puzzled and then up in horror at the number of knives surrounding her.

"The Cyan Soul mage…" She looked up in awe at the twirling dance each seemed to do as they hurtled towards her. Her mind thinking of the agile ninja like mages at home until she started blinking in realization. "Wait, what am I doing?" She yelled at herself, and could practically hear Chara's remark about her just standing there. Frisk dodged fast as one came after another, trying to think of what to do, and what next ACT to take until she thought back to the essence of the soul.

"If you can hear me! Please stop this! We can stop him!" She continued to yell out into the void and shielded herself with her arms as a knife came at her. "Remember the reason we came down here in the first place! Help me!"

The world seemed to stop and shift as Frisk slowly lowered her arms to see the knives had stopped, and she could see a flow of bandages as they all seemed to come from something in the shadows. The bare hint of the cyan silhouette as she came closer and Frisk watched as bandages wrapped around gashes on her and healed burns. The soul had far more patience than Frisk.

"Thank you…" She breathed out, feeling sure she saw a smile on its face until it all disappeared and Flowey's next attack came. It was worse than the last, the healing in the bandages was easily torn from her as her health went to an all-time low again as Frisk held her arm as another WARNING! flashed.

No…She knew this magic as soon as she saw it and its essence was all too familiar. Gloves…

Everywhere she looked there were gloves, and they were coming at her.

Why…

Her mother came to mind. The magic that always shielded her protected her, kept her hidden…was now trying to kill her. She wiped at the tears that started, rubbing her eyes as she dodged, trying to remember her mother's instructions during their own combat spar sessions before her mother was too weak to do so.

Bob and weave...bob and weave...She muttered it in her head like a chant. Stay fast. Don't slow up….

A gloved hand came strong and fast, but Frisk reacted quickly, her eyes glaring as the essence shimmered before her. "I can't do this alone! So, help me!" It stood, that hand trembled until she saw its essence move back and another step back until it was walking away from her. For a moment it stood, looking into the darkness where Frisk was sure Flowey would soon make another appearance. "Thank you, for your bravery."

It looked at her, grinning, as she saw the thumbs up and could already feel the magic from its healing rally. She had no time to return it as Flowey appeared again, angry, and more determined to kill her.

Flies and cannons, more bullets, and Frisk was kneeling on the ground unsure what else she could do as she saw that WARNING! flash, and she cursed it. She prayed for some simple soul like a Purple soul mage, but as she saw the movement of a dance she already knew the Blue soul magic when she saw it.

"At least it isn't a hip-hop Blue soul mage…" she muttered to herself thinking to the fast pace movements of one she saw once. She was too tired to deal with the energetic movements, that could quickly change from one thing to another. Ballet ones were difficult, but they always used a pattern and a rhythm in order to first entrance their targets.

Quickly she spotted the pattern, moving along best she could as she limped and hobbled. She could picture Chara laughing at her movements now, making some joke about it while telling her to push forward. Frisk never thought she'd miss the other girl so much.

She felt tired, run down and her movements were only getting slower as she looked at the next dance move as her shoulders sagged. No, I can't give up...Steadying herself was difficult, but she managed as she kept up, hoping her words would reach this soul. "This isn't you...You have too much integrity to not see it. The truth behind all of this...Flowey can't be the end result. Help me…" Frisk staggered, tripping over her own feet as she felt a hand lift her and a song lift her spirits. The song healed her, as Frisk straightened, feeling grateful towards the poor soul.

I wonder if each of them was sacrificed. Or felt the pull of the barrier to come here? Or…

Just an accident.

That thought made her the saddest as she bowed her head, her mouth in a thin line. Her head had barely lifted as a laser hit her.

And her soul broke.