Ring, ring, ring is the all so familiar, yet annoying sound that awoke Frisk for Morning. Frisk sat up and stretched to help wake her up. She turned to her bedside table and hit the alarm to turn it off, it was an old one after all. She then looked to the picture frame next to the alarm.
The photo was of Frisk when she was ten holding Flowey in a pot, Flowey was blowing raspberries at the camera. Toriel was to Frisk's left, she was smiling to the camera, gently placing her hand on Frisk's shoulder. Sans to the Right of Frisk, hewas smiling and giving Fingers Guns to the camera. Papyrus was next to Sans and was mid way yelling at Sans for doing Finger Guns. Undyne was to Toriels left and was holding Alphys' on her shoulder, while Alphys was blushing and squealing in surprise at being picked up. Mettaton was infront of everyone, doing a pose in his EX form. And Asgore was in the back with a gentle smile.
Frisk smiled at the photo, it had been six years since that photo and time had passed and lives had gone by.
Flowey: Hey Frisk, open the damn window or I swear to Asgore I will-
Frisk: Rip my fingers off one by one. I know, give me a second.
Frisk stood up and went to the window to open it. The sun rose in the sky over the small suburbs. Flowey brought his pedals into the sunlight and sighed in relief of gaining nutrients again
Frisk: Happy?
Flowey: Being happy implies I have emotion
Frisk rolled her eyes and grabbed her locket and put it on. The locket was a sliver necklace with a red heart that contained a message saying, "Best Friends Forever." Frisk then went to her closest and opened it
Frisk: Hey Flowey, what should I wear?
Flowey: Do I look like a guy who gives a fuck?
Frisk: Maybe a tanktop? T-shirt?
Flowey: Can you even hear me?
Frisk: Skirt? Jeans?
Flowey: I swear to Asgore.
Frisk: Ha. I got it.
Frisk grabbed a blue and purple sweater shirt that she cut the at the shoulders and black shorts
Frisk: These will do.
Flowey: Imagine my surprise you're wearing one of your 15 sweaters you own
Frisk: Anything else you want to say?
Flowey: Mk12_148_154, 11
Frisk: Oh my lord, you are so close to losing your YouTube privileges. You know how mom feels about those kinda games.
Flowey: Who cares? It's not like she or I care about each other.
Frisk: Keep talking and I'll tell her that you are Asriel
Flowey went wide-eyed and slipped off the windowsill.
Frisk: Flowey! You okay?
Frisk grabbed Flowey's pot and put some ducktape over the pots crack
Flowey: I'm fine, but please don't tell her.
Frisk sat him down on the windowsill
Frisk: You still haven't told me why you don't want her to know.
Frisk began to remove her white shirt and replace it with the blue and purple sweater. Flowey looked out the window and sighed
Flowey: It...it doesn't matter.
Frisk: Matters to me.
Frisk pulled her shorts on
Flowey: Of corse it does, Mrs. "I bring peace to humans and monster kind"
Frisk: You're welcome you aren't dead or in a government facility.
Flowey rolled his eyes and Frisk slipped her black tennis shoes on
Frisk: Huh...have you seen my bookbag?
Flowey: Under the bed.
Frisk looked under the bed and grabbed her bag
Frisk: Thanks. I'm leaving now.
Flowey: Good, I need my space.
Frisk: Whatever you say, edge lord.
Frisk then closed her bedroom door and made her way downstairs
