Yo! There was a request from the lovely Petchricor! It takes place after the Pacifist Run, and I left Frisk's gender ambiguous, but FORGIVE ME IF I SLIP UP WITH IT, I'M SORRY ;p You can interpret this as platonic or romantic, although it leans towards the romantic side slightly more towards the end. The next one will most likely be a short Sans and Frisk fluff (I promised someone to do a lengthier one, however that's going to have to wait so I have time to make it decent and don't have a billion people waiting on me to write their requested story), or a Papyrus and Muffet story. I'M SO SORRY THIS WAS REALLY RUSHED, TOO -Felix
((Also, if anyone has a piece of fanart you wouldn't mind me using for the cover of this story, could you send it to me, please? It'd be a big help, as I doubt people like seeing my profile picture on every single story of mine...))
Why did you spare my life?
Why did you let me go on, at the risk I'd rise again?
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Why did you leave me behind...?
It was too dark, too quiet, too cold. Too... deserted, too lonely, too sad. No one was here anymore. He knew where the others went, but he could not accompany them. Flowey was stuck down here, settled quietly in the eternally cold town of Snowdin.
No; he's not physically incapable of leaving the underground like all of the other monsters that had previously lived beneath the Earth's surface. It was simply a matter of pride. Never again could Flowey show his face to anyone, whether they knew who he was (or, at least, used to be) or not. He was once so powerful and wicked, but now... after being bested by that stupid human child three years ago, it was all over for him. It suggested that he was weak.
Flowey HATED being seen as weak.
Perhaps it wouldn't have been as awful if the human had just killed Flowey then and there. Then he wouldn't be stuck here, all alone in the freezing cold darkness of the underground. That was just the thing. Everyone thought that Frisk had such a sweet, gentle, innocent soul; but Flowey could see right through it. He was convinced that they had a cruel, twisted heart. Had they been truly merciful, they would have known that death would be a better fate than being let live, especially after their rough past.
Flowey let his head bob gently, somewhat childishly pretending there was a breeze in Snowdin. It was freezing cold, but he didn't care... even though his roots were frozen to the ground, and had been for at least three days now. He let out a loud sigh, and instantly regretted doing so.
"Hello? Is anyone down here?" A young sounding voice asked from a location that couldn't be seen from where Flowey was frozen to the ground.
Oh, drat! Flowey recognized that voice, though it was slightly more mature sounding than Flowey remembered it sounding from all those years ago. But it was clear that Frisk had returned.
Flowey was oh, so tempted to call back out to the human and beg for them to take him to the surface, as he shamefully missed being able to converse with any sentient being... and like any monster did, he wished to be on the surface, longing to feel the sun for the first time in many, many years. But, no. He had much more pride than that. And who would even want to speak with such a hideous, cruel menace such as Frisk? Why were they even down here?
Frisk struggled to see through the raging snowstorm. Well, it wasn't exactly like the snowstorms she was used to from the surface world. The moisture from surrounding areas rose to the roof of the cavern and formed clouds, that condensed from the freezing cold temperatures and fell to the ground as small flurries of snow. The snowflakes fell straight to the ground, as there was no wind to aid them in dancing around each other as there was on the surface.
"Hello? Hello! Is anyone there?" Frisk shouted into the white tangle of snow struggling to get to the ground in front of them. "I can help you if you're down here still!"
Flowey remained quiet. letting his stem droop down in an attempt to make him less visible to the human, even though it wasn't a very good attempt. He was bright green and yellow sat in a field of white snow.
"Oh! There you are!" Flowey heard and he shut his eyes, dreading he had been seen, but no. "That's a good little spider. Muffet was worried about you, all alone in the cold like this." Frisk was holding a small, black spider in her hand, taking great care to be gentle as she pet its back.
'What the hell is she doing? They came all this way for a god damn spider?' Flowey thought to himself, twisting around to try and see where Frisk was, although it was a nearly impossible feat, considering the fact the snow falling was too thick to see through.
Frisk stumbled blindly forward, reaching out, satisfied with them self as they felt their fingers wrap around a doorknob. "Ah, here we are! I think..."
Thankfully, the door was open. The human walked inside, blinking to get their eyes adjusted to the bright light inside. The spider was still in their palm, nuzzling against the warmth of their hand. "Oh, this is Papyrus and San's house, not the inn... hmm... I can sleep here, instead. Oh well! I'm not going back outside until this storm stops!"
Flowey could hear faint chuckling through the walls of the house, straining to hear more.
"Here, little spider, just come when I call you this time. Make a web or something, but don't get too cozy, you'll be with your family soon!" Frisk giggled and set the small spider on the counter.
Flowey admittedly longed to be inside of the house where it was probably a lot warmer than outside. Maybe if he called out to Frisk they'd come out and free his roots and take him inside, maybe even take him to the surface- no! He couldn't think like that. He was too prideful to accept, much less so ask for, any help whatsoever. He still felt a minuscule glimmer of hope deep within himself, but he quickly dismissed it and went back to minding his own business, satisfied with hearing Frisk state that they wouldn't come outside until the storm was over.
"Why is this storm lasting so long...?" Frisk mumbled to them self, frowning. They clutched a pillow to their chest as they sat on Papyrus's old race car bed and gazed out the window. The snow was building up higher and higher, now at least two feet high, although it was getting hard to see in the growing darkness outside. They shook their head. They supposed they would just leave with the spider in a few days for the exit portal. Besides, Sans and Papyrus had left a bunch of dry cereal and canned soup in their pantry downstairs. Why they needed food, or how the hell skeletons could even eat food, was beyond Frisk.
The snow might not have caused much trouble to Frisk, but it was causing major issues to Flowey. The snow was building up around his head and completely surrounding his body, chilling him to the very core. He would have moved, had he been able, but if he tried to rip away from the grounds, his frozen roots would probably pop off as well.
Flowey let out a loud noise that sounded something like a cross between a sneeze and a cough, as he struggled to knock the snow away from his face, ironically with his head, afraid of it suffocating him or completely burying him. His movements were growing slower, trembling from the cold.
Suddenly, the door opened. "Hello? Who's out here?" Frisk yelled into the darkness, squinting to try and get their eyes to adjust. "It's cold, you can come inside if you want!" They turned to face the spider, who had strung up a web in the corner of the kitchen. "Hey, do you have any other friends that were accidentally left here?"
The spider chirped a few times, and the human roughly translated it to 'no'. "Please come out? It's okay, it's warm in here and we'll be going up to the surface soon, you can come with us!" They yelled, stepping outside, but not before reaching over and grabbing their striped jacket that was hung over a chair.
Now, Flowey was really considering his options. Stay like this and hope the snow stopped soon and melted rather quickly so he wouldn't freeze to death, or swallow his pride and yell for Frisk to help him. They both sounded awful, but he definitely did not want to freeze to death. He didn't think it would be pleasant.
"Over here!" Flowey half mumbled, half yelled, shutting his eyes in embarrassment. Then he realized; would Frisk actually help him? He had tried to brutally slaughter them and their friends numerous times, after all.
"I'm coming, stay there, I'll come get you!" Frisk yelled, their hands cupping C's above their eyes to try and block the snow flurries from impairing their vision too much. They obviously didn't recognize the voice as Flowey's. They shuffled through the snow, trying to spot who was calling out. There was a few moments where neither of the duo spoke.
"Where are you?! I can't see a thing!" Frisk shouted over the deep rumbling coming from a nearby cave, presumably from the rocks falling inside.
"I can't quite see, either, Captain Obvious!" Flowey retorted, feeling conflicted in terms of emotion as Frisk appeared in front of him. He felt a wave of relief, knowing that he would be rescued. But he also felt somewhat fearful, afraid that the human would simply turn around and abandon him after finding out who it was.
Ignoring the insult, Frisk suddenly stopped in their tracks. "Can you see anything about where you are?"
"I'm down here!"
"Wh-?" Frisk squinted at the ground, before stopping dead in their tracks. "O-oh..." They could now see Flowey, buried up to his head in snow, bright yellow petals standing out against the field of white.
Flowey seemed to shrink back, before he made a noise somewhere along the lines of a growl and a whine. "Help me, damn it!" He demanded angrily, trying to maintain just a tiny speck of the pride he had left in himself.
Frisk was still, not knowing what to do. "F-Flowey...?" Their voice was barely above a whisper, almost not there.
"Yes, yes it's me. Now get me out of here, damn it!"
"... no."
"Wh-why not?! I'm freezing to death!" This was what Flowey had feared. He started to stutter, but whether it was from fear or from the chilling cold was unclear.
Suddenly, Frisk blew up, throwing their hands in the air. "You try to kill me, you try to kill my friends, you threaten to do both even when you're almost dead! But then I fucking decide to spare you so you have a chance of redeeming your worthless life, but now you expect me to help you?!"
Flowey recoiled. He was tempted to say, "What a potty mouth,", but when he tried to, it came out only as a wheeze of breath. He was clearly very startled by the usually quiet human's harsh words.
"Why can't you just fucking move on your own? Are you trying to kill me again? Because I'm not going to spare you th-"
"I'm frozen to the ground."
"Oh...Frisk's eyes softened. " I... Can help you a little..." They moved forward, a hand outstretched.
Flowey struggled for a moment, before he stiffened his stem so he stood up straight, awkwardly. Even though they wore no gloves, Frisk dug at the show surrounding the sunflower monster, keeping their eyes focused on the ground.
"I... Don't need help, you know..."
"Oh really? And who was begging for help a few moments ago?" Frisk's hands stung badly from the cold, but they kept digging. Flowey remained quiet. "You don't have to be so damn prideful, you know... or at least make up your mind..."
There was still silence that lingered over them for at least five minutes.
"There, all done." Frisk stepped back, leaving Flowey sitting there. His roots still had small chunks of ice frozen to them, but he was still free. "Come on, you're going to freeze again if you stay there for too long."
Flowey made an effort to move, but he tipped over. His roots, which he used to either crawl across the ground or push himself forward, were so numb he couldn't move them properly. When Frisk squatted next to him, they asked, "Need help there, sunflower?"
"Don't fucking call me that! And no, no I don't!" He spat, and almost screamed as he was lifted off the ground by the human. "Don't fucking do that, let me be!"
Frisk forced a smile, but it turned sadistic. "I can remember seeing you die, and I don't know where I've seen it from, but I won't hesitate for it to become the future."
Flowey went rigid and stopped fidgeting, letting himself be carried into the warm, welcoming house that once belonged to Sans and Papyrus. Even though it was a dramatic increase from freezing to nice and toasty, the small flower was still trembling as he felt some of the leftover ice melt off of him. "I think we're going to stay down here for the night, then we can go back to the surface." Frisk sighed, setting Flowey on a desk in the corner and walking away for a moment to put their jacket away.
"I'm not going to the surface. Not with you."
"Why not?"
"Because I like it down here. I can do whatever I want, and it's not like I want more human bastards like you around me," Flowey tilted his head up stubbornly. "If I wasn't god damn frozen, I would beat you to a pulp right now."
Annoyed, Frisk leaned down so they were at eye level with the flower. "You're not strong anymore, Flowey. You don't have Asriel's soul, you don't have a human's soul, you don't have a monster's soul. You can't do anything, now. But that doesn't mean I'm not forcing you to come to the surface." They spoke gentler than their facial expression would have suggested they would. "Won't you get lonely down here, though?"
Frisk had a point. It was awful down here, at least all alone... it was always either too hot or too cold, and too quiet with no wind or anyone to talk to except the dull gray stones. "No! I'm perfectly fine down here. It's amazing, not having to deal with you," He snarled.
"Suit yourself, I suppose. I'm going to bed. You stay there." Seeing the spider fast asleep in the web it had spun in a corner, Frisk smiled slightly and walked to Papyrus's old room to sleep in.
Flowey grumbled profanities under his breath, staring angrily at the spider in the corner. That lucky bastard... it probably had a nice family to get home to, and friends, and a nice life to pick back up on. He was jealous of the small creature. It was much better off than him...
As the night grew longer and Flowey found himself unable to sleep, he noticed the frigid temperatures that were seeping into the house. That's right, with no more energy or power in the underground, there was no heating. Ugh... at least it was warmer in here than out there. By about a degree. It was getting far too cold to bear, especially when he still wasn't able to move so as to generate more heat. He wanted so badly to be able to swallow his pride and yell out for Frisk to move him somewhere warmer, but he knew that they wouldn't do anything, probably because of how rude he was earlier.
Suddenly, impulsively, Flowey called out. It was worth a shot, at least. Just to make sure... "Frisk! Frisk? Frisk...?" He spoke into the darkness of the house. "M-may I have s-something w-warm, please...?" The flower begged sadly.
Frisk sat up in their bed from across the house. It took them a few moments to remember where they where, why they were there, and who was calling for them. That didn't seem like Flowey, though... asking willfully for help and saying "please"? Either he was planning something bad for them or he was genuinely cold. "Hang on, I'm coming..." Frisk mumbled, dragging them self out of bed. They were dressed in a long, gray tee-shirt with light pink pajama pants patterned with skulls (three guesses on who made those for them), but still felt the freezing bite of the cold.
Flowey yelped as he was picked up suddenly, almost violently by the very sleepy Frisk. "Come on," They yawned, pressing the flower to the warmth of their chest unintentionally as they carried him. "Go the hell to sleep, Sunflower. You don't need to put up the tough guy act this time of night..." They mumbled, eyes half closed as they stumbled blindly down the hall and into Papyrus's old room, collapsing onto the bed. "Don't you dare say you don't want help again, you literally just asked for me to."
The brightly colored flower remained quiet, fighting with himself to not snuggle against the sleep inducing, comforting warmth of Frisk's chest, instead lying stiffly beside them as they pulled a blanket over the both of them.
A few moments passed in silence, before Flowey broke the peaceful quietness. "I think... that I do... want to go to the... surface... with you..." He mumbled, ashamed of himself.
"...oh? You've changed your mind?" Frisk seemed less than thrilled, but didn't seem entirely displeased with it, either.
"Not because of you!" Flowey spat defensively. "I just... thought that maybe... it'd be nicer up on the surface..."
Frisk giggled and teasingly reached out to pat one of his petals. "Sure, you can come with the spider and I. Will you have anywhere to go?"
"... no, but I don't need anywhere to-"
"You know you can stay with me, right?"
There was another pause and Flowey seemed to quiver with something that couldn't be defined as anything at the moment, but was most likely a mix of pure hatred and excitement. He turned to look at Frisk and looked down, before looking back at their face and grinning. "Ooh, this will be exciting!"
I'm so fucking sorry that was so rushed