Chapter 1 - It's Flowey.
They open their eyes and feel yellow flowers beneath them. Not much of a surprise there.
They stand and look around. The cavern walls and decaying pillars reach up into a distant light. The Surface. Vines and shrubbery reach down from above as if to say, "Are you okay?"
I'm fine. As always. Heh...
Both Frisk and Chara look rather uninterested in this room.
Onward, I guess…
Walking through the first doorway, the two-in-one encounter a familiar plant with a fake smile. They know it will be the most unrealistic thing they will see for a while.
"Howdy! I'm Flowey, Flowey the flower! Golly, back again? What is this, the fifteenth time you've RESET? I wonder what you're going to do this time. You always were so unpredictable, Chara." He exclaims enthusiastically, perking up.
'Chara, do you want to do this bit? He's familiar with you, after all…' Frisk asks.
'Why not?' Chara shrugs, and control shifts over.
The child blinks.
Flowey, if it's even possible for a flower, jumps back, startled by the sudden change.
Their irises had gone from chocolate brown to an unsettling blood red.
"Heh...hey Flowey."
"...H-hi! I'm speaking to Chara right now, aren't I…?" He replies shakily, slightly unnerved.
"Yes. That is my name. Hello." They stated blandly. "Don't you think you should move before Toriel comes and blasts you away?"
"Well, I-I would, but I thought it would be nice just to keep the timelines the same, even just a little bit. Honestly, I don't f-feel like moving. Plus, wouldn't Toriel feel a little better thinking she'd saved the innocent child from some evil flower?"
"..."
"...Why have you never tried telling her..?"
Flowey looks shocked for just a moment. "TELL her? Why on EARTH would I TELL her? She can't possibly KNOW that - "
He stops. "I have no idea what you mean."
"...Azzy, that was the worst bluff to have ever taken place in the history of the Underground," comes the reply, with a smirking Chara.
'Haha, yeah.' Frisk murmurs.
Flowey gives a quiet look of frustration. Flowey. Call me Flowey. I'm NOT Asriel. Well, not anymore...
"Okay, maybe. But I'm not still telling her for what should be obvious reasons."
"What if letting others know is the key? What if that's how we save you?" Chara and Frisk state in unison. 'Chara, you're a genius. I can't believe how I didn't think of this before.' Frisk quietly says.
Flowey pauses. They watch as his expression changes for a second. As though he wanted to talk. But...
"No. I'm sorry. But that just won't happen."
"Azzy, please - "
FWA-BOOOOOM.
Flowey was sent flying.
"What a terrible creature, torturing such a poor, innocent youth. Ah, do not be afraid, my child. I am Toriel, caretaker of the Ruins. I pass through this place every day to see if anyone has fallen down." Toriel says reassuringly.
Frisk and Chara, however, were hardly listening.
'We were so close!' Chara shouts in frustration. 'A few more moments and we would've had it!'
Frisk nodded in agreement. 'Well, there's always next time?' They reply hopefully.
'...You are too optimistic.'
"My child? Is something wrong?" Toriel worriedly asks, observing their blank gaze.
They snap back to the present situation. 'Frisk, you go.' Chara mutters sulkily, retreating to a corner of their mind.
'Okay!'
They turn away and blink again, their irises sharply changing colour.
*Frisk simply shakes their head.
"If you're sure, my child..." Toriel regains her flow and continues. "You are the first human to come here in a long time. Come! I will guide you through the Ruins."