That's right, me again, here to bring you the third chapter for this series. Hopefully you guys are enjoying this story as much as I am writing it, let me know if you think the same or any different :) Alright, enough babling, let's get into it!

Chapter Three:

Rude Awakening

Nothing was said between the two for a good minute or so, they just took in the sight before them. The silence was broken when Sans let out a heavy sigh. Frisk turned to face him.

"What? What is it?" She asked, noticing Sans' tired expression.

"*i left pap in charge of painting, but i told him to paint it blue…"

"Oh, I see." Frisk then spotted a lone scrap of paper on the ground. She strolled over to it and picked it up. She already recognised the handwriting, it was all in uppercase after all. Nevertheless, she took it and studied it over. It read:

ATTENTION HUMAN! MY DEAR BROTHER HAS TASKED ME WITH DECORATING YOUR NEW ROOM. FEAR NOT, FOR I HAVE BEEN STUDYING ONE OF ALPHYS' HUMAN HISTORY BOOK THAT SHE WAS SO KIND TO LEND TO ME! IT CLEARLY SHOWS THAT EVERYTHING A FEMALE HAS IS BRIGHT PINK. I REGRET TO INFORM YOU THAT HAD I MORE TIME, I WOULD HAVE COVERED EVERYTHING IN PINK! WHEN I RETURN, WE SHALL MAKE THAT HAPPEN!

NYEH HEH HEH,

PAPYRUS x

When Frisk set down the letter on the dresser, she actually found it quite difficult to be annoyed with Papyrus. Sure, he had gone and painted her room in her most hated colour ever, but she couldn't help but admire the good of his intentions. Sans gently nudged Frisk.

"*no worries, kid, i got this." That was all he said before he disappeared out the room. Before Frisk had time to question what he was doing, he was back. But now he had a paint can and several paint brushes with him. He turned to Frisk. "*you may wanna stand back a bit." He said with a wink. Frisk did as she was told and backed out into the doorway.

Sans curled his fingers as his left eye started to burn a cyan-coloured flame. Almost immediately, all the brushes were enveloped in a blue haze, and floated upward. They then set about dipping themselves in the paint and rushing to different parts of the room. They all coated the room with blue paint to a slow methodical rhythm, even coming back to reload themselves at the same time. Before too long, nearly half the room was blue, and not a drop had gotten onto any of the furniture. Frisk just stood there, bewildered by what she was witnessing. She knew Sans was good with his magic (as she found out during a timeline she'd love to forget) but to see everything in sync and in control, Frisk had to admit she was impressed.

A couple of minutes later, the brushes left the walls and retreated back to hover over the paint can. Sans suddenly opened his eyes and let out a few gasps, and rested his hands on his kneecaps. At the same time, the brushes lost their haze and dropped into the can with a gloop, sending a few blue drops across the carpet. When Sans' breathing was stable, he looked over to Frisk.

"*ah, sorry about that. i've never had to use that much energy before." Frisk did her best to suppress a joke about how he's never used ANY energy before, but she decided she should just left the poor guy be.

"Thank you Sans, this looks wonderful." Frisk said as her eyes wandered around the room, admiring the skeleton's handiwork. "But I was gonna ask if it could be green before you ran off." When Sans' eyes turned to voids, she quickly added "Don't worry, I'm joking." She said with a smile. Sans just shrugged his shoulders.

"*makes no difference to me, i'm not gonna be doing that again." He winked. Frisk just rolled her eyes. She was about to make another snarky remark before Sans cut in. "*no more talking now, you need your sleep." Not taking no for an answer, Sans had already disappeared.

"If you say so." She smiled as she murmured to herself, all too aware of how much today had drained her. So much so, she didn't even bother to get changed into her pajamas. No, Frisk simply kicked off her shoes, pulled back the covers, and hopped in. She pulled the sheets up, and not two seconds after her head hit the pillow, Frisk was asleep.

Frisk…

She unconsciously shifted in her bed a little, trying to get comfortable.

Frisk… I'm still here you know…

Her left eye twitched ever so slightly, while a few beads of sweat gently trailed down her temple.

WAKE UP FRISK! THERE'S SOMEONE WHO WANTS TO MEET YOU!

Frisk's ears pounded as they were assaulted by a deafening banging noise. She covered her ears, only to find that every part of her was being restrained by longer, jaged, slender hands. The all started to move to her face, covering her ears, mouth, and then her eyes. She cried out in terror for someone, anyone to help her.

*...but nobody came.

Frisk's form exploded out of the mess of cover, gasping for air. She looked around the darkened room frantically, looking for any sign of those hands, or 'her'. After a few moments of careful looking and listening, Frisk was satisfied that there was no chance of her being murdered in the middle of the night. Her attention was then drawn to a knocking on the window. That must have been what those 'explosions' were, she thought to herself. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be just a stray vine being pushed against the window by the wind. Slightly peeved that she had been woken with the help of such a mediocre object, she flopped her head back onto the pillow, hoping she'd get at least another few hours sleep. She had just closed her eyes when they shot open again.

She's been woken up by a vine. A vine. Frisk hastily turned in her bed to find that the vine was still there, and still tapping on the window. But this time, Frisk could hear that the wind outside had died down. She gulped, but decided she had to know for sure. Slowly, Frisk eased the cover off of her and swung her bare feet round to place them on the floor, wincing. Sure, the floor in her room was a carpet, but that didn't stop it from getting cold in the night. She kept her eyes firmly locked on the lone vine as she made her way across her room, towards the window. As soon as she got near it, the tapping ceased, and the vine shrunk down past the window and disappeared from view. Frisk's fingers reached under the window frame and slid it open. Instantly she was greeted with the cold sting of the winter town. Frisk shivered, but she didn't let it distract her. Instead, she looked down at the side of the house, and there, sitting in the snow (looking quite cold himself) was her old friend. Frisk let out a quiet gasp, and he looked up at her. He wordlessly motioned towards the front of the house before disappearing into the ground.

Frisk raced back to her room and pulled on her shoe, when she stopped. She had to be very quiet, so she wouldn't alert the other two to her intentions. Silently, she pulled on her fleece and crept down the stairs, making sure to avoid the step she knew always creaked. Once she reached the front door, she slowly unhooked the chain from its place and turned the handle. She winced as she was blasted with cold air once more. As she shut the door behind her, she took her first step before she felt something pushing it back up. Frisk looked down to see none other than Flowey barely holding back her foot.

"Woah! You almost got rid of me there!" He exclaimed. He was wearing his friendly smile, but Frisk kept her wits about her, just in case. Frisk quickly apologised to him and put her foot back on the ground. It was then, when the porch light hit Flowey's face, did Frisk really see what Flowey was like. There was an incision along his stem, one of his petals had been half torn off, and he had a few bruises adorning his face. How flowers could bruise, Frisk would never know, but they were definitely there, and they definitely looked painful.

"As!" Flowey winced at the abreviation of a name that was once his. "What happened to you?" Frisk demanded, wanted to hear an explanation pronto.

"Well… As your skeleton friend would put it, I had a bad time. Hee he…" Flowey was cut off as a look of pain streaked across his face, causing him to bend his stem and arch over in pain. Frisk couldn't help but kneel down and comfort the flower. He shook his head, and forced himself to continue. "N-agh… No, it's alright." He straightened back up, only to look more pained than he was before. Flowey took a deep breath. "I guess wielding those souls comes at a price, huh?" He tried to crack a smile, but the smallest of movements caused agony to rupture through his small body. Frisk pulled back in confusion.

"Wait, the souls? They did this to you?" He nodded slowly.

"Turns out they don't take too kindly to being forced into a body of pure evil. I suppose it didn't matter if used them to bring back your friends, although maybe they would have killed me otherwise…" He trailed off, as if he were considering this properly for the first time.

"Well… Would you at least come in?" Frisk motioned to the door, hoping she would at least get a chance to look over his injuries. Flowey shook his head.

"Nah, your friend would tear me to shreds as soon as he saw me. You know he still doesn't trust me." Frisk wanted to argue back, but she knew he was right.

"Just promise me you'll see me tomorrow, by the waterfall?" Flowey rolled his eyes.

"I'll think about it."

Knowing Flowey for so long, Frisk knew that was as close to a yes as she could get from him. She flashed him a small smile before turning to open the door.

"Goodnight." She called behind her, but he was already gone. As Frisk shut the door, movement stirred in a nearby bush. Once the lights in her room went out, the flaming blue eye in the bush disappeared.

He had seen everything.

Someone turn on the AC cuz it's getting hot in here! Haha, seriously though, next chapter should include some dramatic tension (Mettaton would be proud). Thanks again, and see you next time!