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Asriel slowly opened his eyes. For a moment he stayed still until suddenly sitting upward. He looked all around, taking in his surroundings.

He was in a place he had never seen before. He was on top of a hill and had woken up at the base of a large tree. Up above there was a clear blue sky. At his feet, he saw that the ground was covered with golden flowers. "Where am I?" he wondered to himself.

The young boss monster slowly stood up. He looked up and saw that the golden flowers that surrounded the tree continued into a field. “What is this place…?” he asked.

Asriel started to look into the distance, and through the haze, he saw someone. A tall dark figure standing alongside the flowers. He squinted trying to get a better idea of what it was however he still couldn't make it out.

He started to walk toward the figure, making his way through the field. The closer he got the more the figure came into view. Asriel saw that it appeared to have a white skeletal head that matched his two hands at their sides with large holes in the middle of them.

Asriel came to his stop as he walked right up to the mysterious character, from behind. “Who are you...?” Asriel asked them.

However, there was no response from the tall dark figure. He didn't seem to even notice that the prince was even there.

The tall dark figure seemed to be speaking to himself or to someone Asriel couldn't see “Ahh... yes, he’d be a perfect test subject. After all, he is a ‘soulless creature,’" he explained.

“Soulless creature?” Asriel asked himself, confused. "What soulless creature-"

Asriel suddenly fell silent. He looked down at his hand and saw that it was wrapped in vines. His eyes widened as he saw that his entire body was covered in green thorny vines.

The ground beneath Asriel's feet suddenly shook. A crack suddenly opened revealing a pitch-black abyss. The vines began to drag Asriel into it as he struggled against it.

"Help!" he cried out to the tall dark figure. However, just like they had before the figure remained silent even though he continued to scream for help.

A vine quickly wrapped around Asriel's mouth muffling his desperate cries. Asriel began falling into a deep chasm. He continued to try to struggle against the vines but it was no use. Nothing seemed to break the hold they had on him.

Falling further into the dark pit Asriel started to hear screams. He looked to his side and saw his memories. His eyes widened as he saw what looked to be his whole life had been stretched out onto a long strip of film that was playing right before him.

From the long strip of his memories, he heard screams. Screams from memories he wished he could forget. The cries of agony and anguish pierced his very soul as the memories laid out before him.

However, within all of those screams, he heard one come from someone familiar to him. The one person's screams above all else he wished he could forget.

“Why?! Why didn’t you kill them, Asriel?!" A familiar voice yelled at him. Asriel turned his head and his face turned to absolute horror when he realized who was there in front of him. Chara, the fallen human was there only feet away from him. Their eyes were filled with tears as they stared at him. “Why did you let me die?!” Chara shouted at the top of their lungs.

Over and over, Chara screamed at him, asking him why he had let them died. Asriel meanwhile could only stare at them in absolute horror.

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Flowey suddenly jolted awake. He loudly gasped with his eyes widened from the terror he had felt. He rapidly took in as many breaths as he could.

Flowey's other senses suddenly kicked in and he realized he had no reason to breathe, him being a flower after all. He turned his head down and stared at his body. For some reason, he thought it would be different but it was the same as it usually was. He had his yellow petals, green stem, and his brown clay pot and the dirt inside of it where he was rooted.

He looked around the darkroom from the small bookshelf his flower pot was placed on. Everything was as it normally was late at night in the room. The moonlight shining in from the nearby window and the soft sound of crickets from outside.

However, Flowey couldn't but feel uneasy. "What was that dream?" he began to ponder to himself.

Suddenly Flowey heard the sound of the bedroom's owner stirring in their bed. It seemed that his loud cacophony had awakened them.

“Flowey, are you okay? What's with all of the noise?" Frisk quietly asked through the darkness.

Flowey turned his head towards them. He could barely make out their shape through the darkness. “Nothing you idiot!" Flowey abrasively replied. "I...I just had a bad dream."

The eleven-year-old human sat up in their bed. "Do you want to talk about it?" they asked him intently.

Flowey wasn’t sure how to answer. There was a part of him who wanted to tell them the truth but he wasn't sure. “No like I said it was nothing," he told them, belittling the horrors he had just seen.

Frisk removed their sheets and got up from the bed. They walked forward toward the bookshelf, stepping into the light.

They stared directly at Flowey with a concerned look in their eyes. Flowey always hated that look. It always seemed to come right before a long talk about someone's "feelings"

“Flowey, we both know that you're not someone that scares easily. So I can tell that dream must've been something else.” they quietly explained to him.

"No! I already told you it was nothing." he angrily told them.

"Come on Flowey, you can tell me," they said, trying to comfort him.

"No, I don't need your stupid help," Flowey said, spitting venom at them.

Frisk sighed, disappointed. "Alright, I can't help you if you don't want to talk." they sadly told him.

Frisk turned away ready to head back to their bed. Flowey felt a sudden twinge inside of himself as they turned away from them. He knew he should probably tell them about this. Besides, he thought to himself, Frisk probably would just keep trying to ask them about it so might as well get it over with on his own terms.

"Wait," Flowey suddenly said aloud. Frisk turned their head back toward them. "I-I'll tell you what that stupid dream was about."

Frisk smiled and walked back over to him. They pulled up a chair from the desk they had next to their bed. They looked up at him, ready to listen.

Flowey sighed. "Alright, so it started with me waking up in this field covered in golden flowers, underneath this tree." he began to explain. "Except..."

Flowey grimaced with his voice going silent. "Except?" Frisk asked, confused.

"Except...I wasn't me. I was...him." Flowey awkwardly explained.

Frisk's eyes widened. "Wait you dreamed that you were...Asriel?" they asked.

"Yeah, I had my body and everything. It felt like I was actually him again." Flowey told them. He shook his head. "Anyway, I got up and saw this thing out in the distance. I wasn't sure what it was so I decided to go up and investigate. I got up to it and I think they were a monster."

"A monster?" Frisk asked. "What did they look like?"

"They looked like this black blob-like thing with a white skull-like head and skeleton-like hands just like those two skeletons you hang out with," Flowey said to them. "I asked them who they were but they just flat out ignored me."

"They kept talking to themselves about some "experiment" they were planning. I asked what it was about but that's when the...scary part of the dream started to happen..." Flowey said with the last part of his speech trailing off.

Flowey fell silent for a moment with his head drooping downward. "What happened?" Frisk gently asked.

"These vines wrapped around me and started dragging me down into this dark pit." Flowey began to explain while he wore a look of fear on his face. "In the pit, there were all of these memories. My memories playing right in front of me. Memories of me doing...terrible things."

Frisk's eyes widened seeing Flowey like this. They had never seen anyone filled with so much fear just from describing something.

"Wow, that sounds absolutely terrifying," Frisk replied, feeling scared just from picturing it.

“That wasn’t the scariest part, Frisk,” Flowey suddenly said to them.

Frisk looked at him confused. "The scariest part was that I felt like I was really there," Flowey explained. "I didn't feel like it was a dream, it felt like those vines were pulling on my real body and I felt scared. More scared than I've probably been in my whole life because it felt so...real."

A silence developed between the two of them. The two of them stared at each other not knowing what to say.

"If that's true, do you think that it could maybe more than a dream?" Frisk asked, breaking the silence.

"I don't know," Flowey replied while shaking their head.

"Well if it's more than just a nightmare, maybe we should tell Alphys about it?" Frisk wondered aloud.

"Nah, we don't need to get that excuse for a scientist on this. Besides we don't even know if it's anything like that. It might just be a randomly weird realistic dream my mind cooked up out of nowhere." Flowey told them.

Frisk grimaced. They knew what Flowey had said to them was what he wanted the dream to be. He wanted it to be just like any other nightmare people had. He didn't want it to mean more because that meant he could have to go through something like that again.

"Okay, if that's what you want I won't force you to do anything," Frisk calmly said to him. "But if something like that happens again please tell me, okay?"

"Alright if you say so." Flowey begrudgingly agreed.

Frisk smiled and headed back to their bed. They tucked themselves in and gently placed their head on their pillow.

Flowey watched them as they did. There was a part of him that wished they had explained more to them but he brushed it off. Why should he care if they help him or not? He knew he didn't want it.

Flowey lowered his head with his eyes feeling heavy. He was tired with the sudden burst of energy from snapping awake from the nightmare starting to wane. However, the thought of him having another nightmare terrified him. Every time he felt like he was about to fall asleep the memory of the dream would jolt him awake.

After a couple of attempts, he just accepted the fact that he wasn't going to get back to sleep. He looked over at the black alarm clock with red glowing numbers on it and saw that it was five in the morning.

Flowey sighed and stared out the window, with only his thoughts to keep him accompany.

The sun eventually rose over the horizon quickly rising high into the sky. The bright light from it shined down onto the town where Frisk along with most of the monsters now lived after getting out of the underground only months before. It was a relatively quiet town right outside a large nearby city which was the region's capital.

It was the beginning of summer and it definitely felt like it considering the heatwave that had been rolling through the town the past few days. A lot of monsters complained since they weren't adapted to living in the heat. Undyne complained that they might as well have brought up the whole of Hotland if the weather was going to be like this. Frisk reassured them that it would only be like these for about a quarter of the year but their spunky fish friend still lamented about the weather nearly every chance she got.

However one of the benefits of it being Summer was that Frisk was off of school. That meant they could spend their whole day with their monster friends.

They along with Flowey lived with the motherly former queen of the underground Toriel Dreemurrr. She was a kind attentive parent to them, always making sure the new children under her care were properly taken care of.

The long summer day like most others the three had had was spent on hanging out around the house and neighbors coming to visit.

That day the two skeleton brothers: Sans and Papyrus were the ones that stopped by. Papyrus had come over because he had started to take some cooking lessons from Toriel, at her recommendation after she had tasted his cooking and realized how much improvement he needed. These lessons were, of course, kept a secret from Undyne because of her designation by most as a fire hazard when she started to cook anything. Sans meanwhile had come over to just lay on a different couch for once. He had explained to Frisk at one point that he had to shake up his life a little now and then and that included laziness.

Frisk tried to make Sans a little more engaged when he came over that time by showing him a human TV show they thought he would like; a show about nothing-well, more of a show about small insignificant things humans in a large human city had to deal with. But Sans just ended up falling asleep in the middle of the first episode they had put on for them. Frisk sighed, knowing they probably should have expected that to happen.

Flowey meanwhile had been brought downstairs and had been placed on one of the side tables in the living room away from the main sitting area. He tried to watch the show that was playing on the TV but he couldn't concentrate. He still couldn't get the nightmare he had earlier that morning out of his head.

“What even was that dream?” he started to think to himself. “That monster... I have never seen him before. I've gone through the Underground what must've been hundreds of times but I've never met someone like him." His mind began to race with even more questions about the mysterious monster. "What was he talking about when he said there was an experiment that I was apparently 'perfect for?' What type of experiment would that even be?" Flowey wondered to himself.

“heya house plant." A voice suddenly greeted. "what are you thinking about?"

Flowey's eyes widened, completely caught off guard by an unexpected voice. He quickly turned his head around to see who it was. His eyes met those who had met and spoke the surprise greeting. They were the eyes of a short skeleton wearing a big toothy grin along with a hoodie.

Flowey's face went from a shocked expression to one of contempt. "Nothing that concerns you, you punning idiot!" he angrily shouted.

"well sorry i guess i was just curious. i mean it's not every day that you see a house plant like you thinking so hard about something." Sans casually replied.

"if you're gonna act like this i'm just gonna leaf you alone." Sans punned with a wink.

Flowey frowned at the skeleton's pun. "Good I don't want to talk to a smiling trash bag like you anyway," he said while sneering at him.

“hey at least i'm a funny smiling trash bag," Sans answered. "maybe that's why i'm always smiling. i'm filled with so many amazing jokes."

"All you are is filled with trash, you idiot!" Flowey exclaimed as Sans walked away from him. Out of all of them, Flowey probably hated that skeleton the most.

After a long day of hanging out and doing not much of consequence, the sun began to go down. The skeletons said their goodbyes and left Frisk's home. After a quiet dinner, Frisk and Flowey headed up to their shared room for bed.

Frisk brought Flowey back up to the room they shared. They quietly placed their pot on the small bookshelf the top of which had become Flowey's "domain."

They went to the dresser and pulled out their pajamas which were colored similarly to their blue and purple sweater. As they poke their head through the top of the shirt their gaze turned to Flowey. "Hey, Flowey," they said trying to get his attention.

"What?" Flowey rudely asked.

"If you have any more nightmares like you did last night please tell me, okay?" Frisk said, concerned.

“Sure, if you say so." Flowey snarked. "Geez you act like that dream meant anything."

Frisk sighed. "Flowey, you don't know that if it didn't mean anything," they replied. "I mean by what you described it could mean something."

"Pfft yeah right." Flowey laughed. "Look I'll take you up on your offer if it does happen again but I seriously doubt it will."

"Alright but just know I am here for you, Flowey," Frisk told him. They turned away from him and walked to their bed.

Frisk turned off their nightstand lamp, the only thing illuminating the room. The room became darkened with only the moon as the only light source. Frisk laid their head against their pillow and closed their eyes.

Flowey, however, stayed awake. Even though he had tried to disregard his nightmare earlier that day as nothing but his mind playing tricks on him he couldn't help but feel anxious.

He stared at Frisk envious that they could appear to fall asleep so quickly. He yawned as he felt drowsiness overcame him. "Hopefully no more nightmares tonight." he thought to himself.

He closed his eyes and felt himself drift off to sleep.

And began to dream...

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Flowey's eyes suddenly opened. He looked around and noticed he was in the same field as he had been in the dream before.

However, he looked and saw that the field itself was no longer filled with color as it once was. Now everything was a grayish monochrome. The flowers, the tree he woke up against, even himself was a dark grey.

He looked up at the sky and saw that the wonderful bright blue from the night before had been replaced with grey. The sky seemed alien to Flowey. It was as if was staring up from an entirely different world.

His head turned back down to the field of once golden flowers. He stared out into the haze. He looked around and to his surprise saw the dark figure from before. "It's that freak last night's dream." Flowey thought to himself. "What's he doing here?"

Flowey had too many questions that needed answering. He needed to get over to the figure and ask him what was going on.

Flowey buried himself in the ground and just as he had in the underground started digging his way toward him. After a few moments, his head popped up from the ground. He looked up and saw the tall black figure in front of him.

The figure seemed to have noticed him. "So, Prince, you have come to me, seeking the answers, I would surmise.” the figure responded in an elegant deep voice.

Flowey's eyes widened. "How do you know I was-" he began to ask.

"Oh ho ho." the figure laughed. "I know many things, young prince."

"Who the heck even are you?" Flowey asked.

The monster chuckled. “Now that’s a question that doesn’t have a simple answer, my young prince,” he replied while smiling. “I am a monster who is nowhere, yet everywhere. I am one of the most important people in this world, yet I am forgotten by everyone. I am the one who dared to play god and got punished for it.”

Flowey wore an annoyed look on his face. “That didn’t answer my question, at all, but okay...” he sighed.

"Okay, then can you answer this?" Flowey then asked. ‘What was that experiment you were talking about? And why am I apparently perfect for it?”

"That, I can answer,” the dark figure replied. “The experiment involves... this.” He snapped his fingers, and without warning, a monster soul appeared above the monster’s right hand.

Flowey looked at the white glowing heart in his hand with shock. “Is that a soul?!” Flowey asked, surprised.

“Why, yes; of course,” answered the figure casually.

“How did you get a soul? And a monster one, at that?!” exclaimed Flowey, still shocked by the soul’s sudden appearance.

The monster laughed again. “You see, before you were born, I was a scientist who studied the soul, back in the Underground. I was commissioned by your father to find a way to break the barrier,” he continued to explain. “This involved studying the souls of monsters. I’ve had such a long time here, in this timeless void, to keep studying them, that I discovered a way to make an artificial monster soul.”

“I thought that I could use the power of the soul along with mine I would be able to return to the real world, from the void we are now present in.” He then paused, in order to sigh, before continuing. "But it seems that it was not meant to be. My punishment of being banished to this void couldn't be so easily broken.”

“Wait, what did you do to get trapped here?” Flowey suddenly asked.

“That’s a story for another time, dear prince. What matters now is the experiment,” answered the mysterious monster.

“Well, what’s the experiment, then?” Flowey questioned.

“The experiment or rather, the question is this: What happens when a soulless creature, one who did such terrible things as yourself, gains the ability to feel, again?”

Flowey didn’t know what to say. His mind filled with questions. “Could he really have a soul for me? And he’s just giving it to me? Should I take it?" He wondered with his brain running at hundred miles an hour. "No! This could be a trick! Just something to get my hopes up.”

“But what if it isn’t?" Flowey suddenly thought to himself. "Could I really feel love again? Could I be him again?”

“So, will you give me the soul?”

“No.” the monster suddenly replied. Flowey's eyes widened.

“I want you to earn it. After what you did, I think you at least need some test to see if you’re worthy of being able to feel love again,” he concluded with coldly.

Flowey stared at him with rage in his eyes. He wanted to scream. He was so close to what he had wanted for years and this monster was going to keep it away from him?

“You think I haven’t suffered enough?!” cried Flowey. “I have been stuck as a soulless creature for years! Trapped in this prison of a body! I couldn’t feel the love of others, or feel love given to myself! What? What gives you the right to keep me away from my happiness?!”

The monster turned to Flowey, looking rather furious, and then moved closer to him, almost towering over him imposingly. “Have you forgotten what you’ve done?!” the figure yelled at him.

Flowey’s eyes widened as he stared at the figure's white face. He was shocked that the once calm eloquent monster was now towering over him.

“You have killed thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of monsters! You destroyed the lives of innocent creatures, used your godlike powers to wreak terror on the monsters of the Underground, and destroyed the lives of those monsters!" The dark figure angrily yelled at him. "You will agree to these terms, or you will remain the soulless husk that you are! Is that clear?!”

The figure lurched back to where he was standing before. The dark figure stared down at him with anger.

Flowey stared at him in terror. He tried to speak but no words could come out, he was terrified. “Crystal clear, sir.” He weakly answered, filled with fear.

The dark figure coldly looked down at him for a moment, staring right into his eyes. However, a smile suddenly appeared on his face. "Very well Prince," he said happily.

Suddenly the ground beneath Flowey shook. The earth beneath him, as well as everything around him, started to fall away into black nothingness. "Meet me by the grey door in Waterfall in the morning." Gaster's disembodied voice told him. "You know the one, my dear prince."

The world continued to fall away. Flowey looked on in fear wondering if he too would be swallowed by the blackness.

However, suddenly everything stopped as Flowey's eyes opened.

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Flowey's eyes shot open. He quickly breathed in and out for a moment. He noticed that he was now back in his shared room with Frisk, his pot calmly sitting on the bookshelf just like it had before he fell asleep.

The room was quiet and still. The hours of the night in the house where no one was supposed to be awake when everything was just supposed to stop and be silent.

Flowey sighed. He thought back to his conversation with the dark skeletal figure. He knew that he had to get moving to the mountain if he wanted to meet with him to go through whatever task he had planned for him. That would be difficult however considering he was in a pot with no way of really moving beyond a few feet with his vines.

Flowey knew what he had to do to get him to the mountain but he didn't like it. He hated asking for help from them. But he also understood that he didn't have any other options. He turned his head over to the bed. "Hey Person who wants everyone to love each other and be happy, wake up!" he exclaimed.

Frisk's eyes slowly opened and they turned themselves over to him. “What is it Flowey? It’s even earlier than last night,” they said while wiping their eyes of sandman dust.

"I..." Flowey began to say reluctantly. "I had another dream tonight."

"What was it about?" Frisk asked intrigued.

"I was in the same field that was in last night's dream except I was well...me." Flowey explained. "I met up with the same dark blob monster and this time he started to talk to me."

"What did he say?" Frisk asked.

"He said that he knew who I was and he started to talk about the experiment he wouldn't shut up about last night." Flowey told Frisk. "They told me that the experiment involved me."

Frisk's eyes widened. "What's the experiment?" they asked him intently.

"The experiment was about..." Flowey started to say but hesitated. "Giving me a soul."

"What?!" Frisk exclaimed surprised.

"Yeah I know it sounds crazy but it's true," Flowey replied. "He wants to test and see what it's like when someone who's done...the things I've had done gains the ability to feel again."

"So he wants to make you Asriel again?" Frisk asked him.

"I'm not sure but at the very least he's going to give me a soul," Flowey explained. "The catch is though that he wants me to go through some sort of test or trial before he'll give it to me and apparently I need to head to Waterfall in Mount Ebott to take it. So I...kind of need your help."

“That’s quite a story." Frisk told him. "You need my help to go back to get to Waterfall?"

Flowey nodded. "It's the only way that I'm going to go through that idiot's trial," he explained. "So will you help me?"

"Well do you think he's telling the truth?" they asked.

"I think he is," Flowey told them. "And I want to do it."

"Well then, of course, I'll help you!" Frisk exclaimed with a smile. "As you said I'm the person who wants to make everyone happy and if you think this will make you happy than I am on ready to do this."

Flowey was relieved to see Frisk was on board. A mischevious smile appeared on his face. “Glad to see you're ready to do this," Flowey said happily. "Let's get going!"

"Wait you want us to leave now?" Frisk asked confused.

"Well, the monster said he wanted me to come to Waterfall by morning so we're going to have to get going quickly," Flowey replied.

"Isn't Toriel, going to be mad that we snuck out?" Frisk asked him.

"Well, I'm sure she'll understand if we just leave a note or something," Flowey answered. "So come on partner in crime let's get moving!"

“Partner...in...crime?" Frisk said perplexed. "But we aren't really committing a crime."

“Well, I mean we are technically breaking Toriel's rules by sneaking out in the middle of the night. But it’s not technically a crime per se…” Flowey tried to awkwardly explain. "Anyway come on let's get moving."

"Alright fine but it's going to take me a second to get everything together." Frisk said while getting out of bed.

The small determined human walked to their dresser. They quickly changed out of their pajamas and into their regular blue and purple sweater and shorts.

They opened up their closet and got out a backpack. Frisk quietly went around the house to gather up the items they would need on their journey. They carefully made sure not to make any loud noises that would alert Toriel. Boss monsters had a keen sense of hearing from their long fluffy goat-like ears.

Eventually Frisk gathered all of the items they needed. The items included: Climbing equipment from when they had come to get Flowey, granola bars, a flashlight, a reusable water bottle, some warm clothes for Snowdin and their cellphone.

Once they had gotten all of their stuff together Frisk got out a piece of paper and pencil from their desk and began to write a note. "This is just in case anything bad happens while we're gone,” Frisk said while writing on the piece of paper.

“Are you done yet?" Flowey asked annoyed while watching them write. "We have to get going soon if we're going to get to the mountain in time."

“Just give me one more second will you." Frisk answered him. "Alright done!"

Frisk finished with the note and placed it on top of their bed. The note read: Dear Toriel, Flowey and I went back to Waterfall. He has some business he has to do there. Hopefully, we'll be back before sunset. Love you, Frisk.

"Alright let's get moving," Frisk said to themselves.

They put on their backpack and grabbed Flowey from their bookshelf. Frisk then strapped Flowey's pot to their backpack.

“Do I really have to be strapped to this thing?” he asked annoyed by being restrained.

“Hey, this is the easiest way to carry you,” Frisk answered.

Frisk walked over to their window and opened it. They climbed out of their bedroom window and carefully climbed down the house's gutter.

They looked up for a second and saw all of the stars that were out. Frisk then turned their head toward Mount Ebott. It was far off in the distance from where they were now. They knew it would be a long trek up to the mountain.

They began to quickly walk through the neighborhood to the forest that led to the path that led up the mountain. It was a cool summer morning and Frisk could feel the morning dew on their ankles, running through the grass. It took them quite a while to reach the mountain’s base by then it was already sunrise. Frisk started to walk up the path that led to the entrance of the underground. It was very nostalgic for them, going up the same path that had changed their life.

As they walked up the mountain the sun began to rise slowly. By the time they had reached the entrance that led to the underground, the sun was above the tall trees that surrounded the mountain. Frisk turned their head back to stare at the bright colors of orange and yellow from the sunlight. "Wow, it's a beautiful view from up here, isn't it?" they said amazed by all of the different combinations of color and light.

Flowey turned his head to the sunrise. "Yeah, I guess but come on we got to get moving," Flowey told them.

"Right." Frisk quietly replied.

Frisk unraveled the rope they had brought and flung one end of it down into the pit. They heard the sound of it hitting the golden flower patch below. Frisk then got out the hard hat Toriel had gotten them and the harness and put them on.

The small human tied the harness to the rope. They tugged on the rope a couple of times to make sure it was tied on tight enough. They then set up the pulley on the top of the cave.

Frisk stepped off the cliff's edge and began to lower themselves into the pit. It took them a while to lower themselves down, they had to be careful after all.

“You know, Frisk, this reminds me of the time you went came to get me from down there,” Flowey said as they were going down.

Frisk smiled knowing what they were talking about. It was rather similar to when they had come down to get him the only difference was that it was midday when they had come.

“Yeah, well you certainly need some persuasion, you were really set on living the rest of your existence down there.” Frisk said while smiling. Flowey laughed. "Yeah, yet another time I tried to kill you." he awkwardly replied

They eventually reached the flowers. Frisk undid the harness and stuffed it away in their bag. Frisk then started to walk through the ruins, it was so nostalgic for both of them. Walking past the familiar purple halls of the ruins even if there was moss now covering the walls. Just like the rest of the underground it had been entirely abandoned.

After a long walk, they made it to Home. It had started to deteriorate without Toriel keeping it up with it now bare of most of its furniture. "It's like this place is now a ghost of its former self," Frisk said looking around the house for a moment.

Flowey and Frisk then made their way down the steps into Toriel's basement. They walked through the entrance to Snowdin.

Suddenly the two of them were blasted with a gust of cold air. “Freaking heck it’s so cold!” Flowey exclaimed starting to shiver.

Luckily for Frisk, they had packed a big fluffy winter jacket for the occasion. They put it on and quickly began to heat up.

“That’s great for you! But what about me?!” Flowey complained.

Frisk smiled at him. They pulled out a hat that Toriel had knitted for them and place on top of Flowey with it covering most of him.

The two of them quickly made their way through the rest of Snowdin without much incident. Turns out when you aren't trying to solve a pair of skeletons phenomenal puzzles it didn't take much time at all to go through it.

After walking through the now deserted town. The two of them made their way into Waterfall.

Unlike Snowdin or the ruins Waterfall hadn't changed that much. It was still the same water-filled maze-like group of caves as it always been.

"So where are we supposed to meet up with him?" Frisk asked as they walked by some echo flowers.

"It's a small room with a gray door," Flowey explained. "It's past the room with the crystalized cheese,"

"Oh geez, we still have a while to go then," Frisk said with a sigh. "However I won't be undeterred! I'll stay determined!"

"That's literally all you do," Flowey said while rolling his eyes.

After a long walk, the two of them finally reached the room with the crystalized cheese. "We're almost there just got to step into the next room," Flowey told Frisk.

Frisk stepped into the next room. As soon as they stepped into the room they felt a sudden rush of cold spread throughout their entire body and they shivered.

"Are you alright?" Flowey asked.

"Yeah just felt really cold for some reason." They explained.

"Whatever now that we're here you can take me out of the pot and put me into the ground,” Flowey told them.

Frisk unstrapped Flowey from the back of their bag. They then used their hands to messily take him out of the pot with them feeling his roots in their hands. They placed him on to the ground.

Flowey quickly buried his roots into the dark blue soil. “Oh, yeah! That feels great!” Flowey joyfully expressed. “That pot might be nice but the nice cool soil of Waterfall is fantastic!”

That made Frisk feel a bit awkward, but they guessed the feeling must be like putting on an old shirt you haven’t worn in a while.

Flowey looked at the door and then turned back to Frisk giving them a concerned look. Frisk awkwardly gave them a thumbs-up along with a smile, trying to make him feel better.

Flowey sighed. “Wow for a wooden door that is really imposing,” he said staring up at the door. For a small door, it had a towering presence to it. The door wasn’t even that large, but something about it was chilling and unnatural. It was like it wasn't even supposed to exist.

Flowey breathed in. “Here goes nothing,” he said while reaching up to the door handle with one of his vines.

The vines twisted around the doorknob and Flowey slowly opened it. He looked inside and only saw pitch blackness beyond the archway.

“Frisk,” he said staring into the room he was about to enter.

Frisk's head poked upward.

“If this works...I won’t be coming out as a flower,” he explained. Flowey turned to Frisk. “It will be him..."

"So I guess this is goodbye," Flowey told them.

Frisk looked at Flowey shocked. However, a small smile slowly appeared on her face. "Then I guess goodbye Flowey," Frisk said to him.

"Goodbye, Frisk." Flowey solemnly replied. He then took a deep breath and walked through the door.

Flowey came into the room and saw how there was nothing in the room beside its white floor and black walls. Before he could look around more a dark portal suddenly opened.

“Thank you for coming, prince." The voice of the dark figure welcomed him. "Let us begin."

Flowey hesitated for a moment but then carefully walked forward and stepped through the portal.

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It had been a chaotic first couple of weeks on the surface. The monsters had obviously quite a commotion when they had first emerged onto the surface. Asgore along with Frisk had a lot of explaining to do considering that monsters were only regarded as myth and legend.

After the initial shock had worn off the question of where the monsters would now live on the surface was a major question. The council of the nearby city decided to designate part of the forested area by Mount Ebott to be the sight of the monster neighborhoods. A provision that Asgore made sure the legislators included was that humans were permitted to also live with the monsters and were even encouraged with lower prices on living there. People might've been scared of the monsters but they wouldn't pass up on an inexpensive quality home either.

It took a while but with a lot of hard work and some monster magic the monster neighborhood was built with enough housing for all of the monsters. Frisk and their friends quickly settled into their new homes with the group of them living on the same street. It made Frisk very happy that all of their friends were together like this even if it did mean Asgore got shot dirty looks from Toriel more often then he probably would like.

Frisk had settled into their new home with Toriel as their guardian. Their new home was still a bit a bear, in fact, their room was probably the most complete yet it was still missing some key aspects to it including a desk.

Toriel decided to go pick up a new entertainment center for the living room. Toriel realized that it probably wouldn't be that interesting for Frisk to come along so she decided that they would just stay home. Sans had been left to watch them which Frisk was fine with.

However, the short lazy skeleton quickly fell asleep on the couch a few minutes after Toriel left. Frisk was a bit annoyed by this considering he was supposed to be watching over them but it was to be expected from him. Besides a nap didn't sound that bad to Frisk right now. They had just eaten lunch and was starting to feel the effects of what many people would call a food coma.

After all of the madness of the last few weeks, a nice nap sounded very nice. “Might as well take a nap not much else to do,” Frisk said while yawning.

The young human decided to go upstairs into their bedroom to take their nap. The bed Toriel had gotten them was very comfortable and they thought it'd be the best place to do it. They walked up the steps and quickly got into the room, laying themselves gently onto the bed. "For once everything is fine." Frisk thought to themselves admiring the calm silence of the house contrasting the chaotic weeks they had just gone through.

Frisk then wrapped themselves up in a fluffy blanket. They placed their head onto the pillow and curled themselves up into a ball. "Everything is just fine." they quietly said to themselves.

This was Frisk's last thought until quietly drifting off to sleep.

Frisk suddenly opened their eyes. They quickly sat up and looked around, realizing they were back in the ruins. More specifically the entrance to the ruins with the golden flower bed. "Why am I back here?" they wondered to themselves.

“You idiot.” a familiar high pitched voice suddenly said.

Frisk quickly turned their head around. Their eyes widened when they saw that it was Flowey. He was over by the golden flowers with his back facing them.

"Flowey?" Frisk quietly asked surprised. The young human slowly began to walk toward him.

"You saved all of them didn't you?" Flowey asked.

Frisk stepped into the light as they got closer and closer to Flowey. "But Frisk?" Flowey suddenly asked. "Why didn't you save me?!"

Frisk's eyes widened. Suddenly they felt the ground begin to shake beneath their feet. Long green vines burst out of the ground. They quickly wrapped themselves around Frisk's neck and lifted them into the air.

“Why couldn't you save me?!” yelled Flowey staring at them with rage in his eyes.

The vines around Frisk's neck began to crush down on them. They tried to struggle against the vines by pulling and tugging at them with but to no avail. "You saved everyone else, Frisk, so why can't you save me?!" Flowey angrily shouted.

“Flowey stop." Frisk weakly choked out. "There was nothing I could've done for you."

“But, why?!” cried out Flowey. The vines started to get tighter and tighter. Frisk felt the life starting to drain away from them. “Why? Why?! WHY?!”

Frisk then felt a tap on their shoulder. They turned around and gasped with their eyes widening.

“Why did you leave me to die?” Asriel asked with tears running down his face.

"Why did you leave him to die coward?" A cold voice suddenly asked.

Frisk suddenly sat up in their bed. They sat there panting for a second with them in shock. However, they remembered what had happened in their dream. Tears started to run down Frisk’s face. Some much guilt started to flood their mind as they wept. It was too much for them to take.

“kid, are you alright?” a voice suddenly asked from Frisk's side.

Frisk's head shot up and they turned their head. They saw Sans standing in the doorway. They stared at him with tears in their eyes. “Sans, I left him,” they said with tears welling up in their eyes. "I left him all alone."

Sans walked up to Frisk and wrapped their skeletal arms around them. "shhhh. calm down, kid." Sans said trying to soothe them. "just tell me what's wrong."

Frisk composed themselves, wiping away their tears. They sat up and Sans pulled away from them. "I had this nightmare about one of my friends that I left in the underground."

Sans looked at them confused. "kid, all of the monsters left the underground."

"No there's still one last monster there. A tiny talking flower. Flowey." Frisk explained.

Sans' eyes sockets widened. "you're talking about that thing that attacked us before you broke the barrier?" Sans asked.

"Yes, he's still there all alone now and I just..." Frisk began to say but stopped. "I just feel so guilty that someone is still down there especially considering that he's-"

"he's what?" Sans asked.

Frisk stared at Sans for a second with wide eyes. "...nevermind just I feel like I am somewhat responsible for him still being there," Frisk told him. "That he's trapped there all alone."

"so let me guess you want to go get him?" Sans asked them.

Frisk nodded.

“Heh, you really can’t give up on anybody can you?” Sans said with a laugh. "I guess not," Frisk said with a small smile. “you sure he would come with us?” Sans asked. "i mean if he didn't come up when the rest of us did, what makes you think he'll come up now?"

“I think he will Sans,” Frisk answered with their smile widening. “I think he deserves a life on the surface even if he thinks he doesn't. Every monster should see the sun, don't you think?"

"i guess i'm a little too lazy to wonder about those big idea things," Sans answered. "but I'm definitely not going to stop you because I realize there's no real point."

Sans looked at them and winked. "you always get what you want in the end."

Frisk smiled at him. Suddenly the two of them heard the door open downstairs. Toriel had come home. “well, you need to go and talk to her if you're thinking about doing any of this,” Sans said nodding towards the door.

Frisk nodded and got out of bed. They walked across the room and opened the door into the hallway. They quickly went down the stairs and made their way into the living room.

There they saw Toriel with a large box with a picture of an entertainment center on it. The former queen turned around and saw Frisk. "Oh, my child how nice it is to see you." She greeted. "Did you have a good time with Sans?"

"Yeah." they awkwardly replied.

Toriel noticed that Frisk seemed rather tense. "What is it, my child?" Toriel asked.

"Mrs.Toriel, I have something to tell you." Frisk answered.

After Frisk had explained everything to Toriel she agreed to help them go get Flowey. The two of them spent the rest of the day going out and buying the right equipment that Frisk would need to safely climb down the mountain instead of just falling in.

The next day the two of them drove up to Mount Ebott. They then started to slowly trek up the mountain trail to the entrance of the Underground.

The two of them eventually made it to the cave that led into the now-abandoned monster kingdom. Toriel and Frisk quickly set up all of the equipment. Frisk put on the harness and hard hat and set themselves up to be lowered into the Underground.

"Be careful my child," Toriel said as Frisk was about to start lowering themselves.

"Don't worry Toriel I'll be fine," Frisk replied with a smile on their face.

Frisk then careful jumped out the cliff and gently started to head down to the small flower bed below. They heard the squeaking sounds from the pulley echoing across the large cave walls as they lowered themselves.

Eventually Frisk came to the bottom of the cave. They landed gently onto the cave floor and saw the same golden flowers from when they had first visited the underground.

"What the hell are you doing here?" A voice suddenly asked.

Frisk turned their head down and saw Flowey staring at them. "Flowey I-" they tried to say.

"Let me guess you're here to come to get me because you felt guilty leaving me here?" he brashly asked. Frisk looked at him shocked. "Ha! You're so predictable."

"Flowey, please I just want to help you," Frisk sincerely told them.

"I don't want your help, you idiot," Flowey said with hatred in his voice.

"Come on Flowey, you deserve something, after all, you've been through," Frisk said trying to convince him.

"You're wrong I don't deserve anything," Flowey replied. "I want to be left alone because that's where I deserve to be after what I've done. Just do what Asriel told you to do and leave me. Go live your life on the surface with the people who care about and just forget about me."

"Flowey, you know I can't do that," Frisk told them. "I know you don't feel like you deserve to be on the surface but I know you do. You don't have to live in isolation like this. You can come live with us and we can take care of you and maybe one day you can-"

"Shut up!" Flowey suddenly exclaimed.

Vines suddenly erupted from the ground and wrapped around Frisk, forcing them to the ground. They began crushing them just like in their dream.

"You think you can just come in here and say some kind words and change my mind!" Flowey angrily exclaimed. "You're an idiot to think that just making some speech with some nice words in it and I'll do whatever you say! Well, I'm sorry Frisk but that's not going to work on me like it did those other idiots!"

"Flowey, please stop I just want you to be-" Frisk choked out.

"What be happy?!" Flowey shouted. "You think I'd be happy being your little house plant?! You really are an idiot! Besides, do you really think you could stand to sleep under the same roof as someone who tried to turn all of your friends to dust! To live with the monster that killed you without remorse!"

Tears started to flow down Frisk's face. "Crying isn't going to save you, idiot!" Flowey yelled at them.

"No, I was just thinking about how long you've been trapped here." Frisk weakly replied through tears.

"What?" Flowey angrily asked.

"How many years you must've been here. All of the time you've spent being all alone through your resets not being able to be with the ones you loved." Frisk said as tears went down their face. "It must've been hell."

Flowey looked at them completely shocked. The vines suddenly unwrapped themselves from Frisk. "You're an idiot," Flowey said with their head turned down.

He then sighed. "Fine, I'll come with you," Flowey said begrudgingly. "But I have some ground rules."

"Alright," Frisk told him.

"Don't tell anyone about me being Asriel," Flowey explained. "Also I don't want anymore resets."

"Okay, I can do that," Frisk said agreeing with him.

Frisk then turned around and pulled out a small trowel and a brown pot from their backpack. They shoveled in some dirt into it. Frisk then dug up Flowey from the ground and put them inside the pot.

"Geez, this is kind of cramped," Flowey said feeling slightly uncomfortable inside the small pot.

Frisk strapped the pot to their pack. They tugged onto the rope telling Toriel to pull them back up. "Come on Flowey, it's a big world out there,"

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“Welcome to the void my young prince.” greeted the mysterious monster, happily. Flowey was still disoriented from the teleportation. “So you’re here for your trial then. Good! I think this will be a positive experience.” said the monster smiling to him.

Flowey thought this was like going to the dentist or filing taxes, something that had to be done, but he certainly wasn’t going to enjoy it.

Flowey looked at his surrounding it was like the field from early except they were in a large castle that was oddly familiar. He then realized something “Hey, Einstein or whatever, you’ve forgotten something!”

“Hmmm?” the monster questioned.

“I don’t have a body. I don’t care how many souls you have that’s gonna be a problem!” Flowey yelled out.

“Oh, that will also be provided. Do you think I didn’t account for that? You doubt me young Prince.” he said, walking along the castle walls. "Your body is currently with your soul now."

"Oh. Well good, I didn't want to be stuck as a flower." Flowey explained. “So what the test or whatever I have to do?”

“What you have to do is simply, find the room with your name on it, there you will found your soul and your body. You’ll then be returned to the real world.” explained the dark figure.

“That doesn’t sound so hard, I guess.” sighed Flowey.

"I guess not when you say it like that." the figure said while smiling.

"So how do I find the room?" Flowey asked.

"I can't tell you that my Prince." the dark figure said while softly chuckling. "Where would the fun in that be?"

"Fun? You said that this was supposed to be an experiment!" Flowey angrily shouted.

"Who says you can't have a little bit of fun?" the figure asked with a smile on his face. "But Prince I will give you one piece of advice."

"What would that be Doctor Blob?" he asked annoyed.

The monster leaned down to Flowey and gave him a slightly sinister smile. “Run.” he quietly whispered to him.

Flowey stared at him confused. "What do you mean 'run'?!" he asked demanding to know the answer.

The mysterious skeletal figure merely smiled at him before starting to fade away.

"Wait stop!" Flowey shouted.

But before he knew it the shadowy figure disappeared into nothingness.

Flowey now stood there alone with the question still swirling in his head. "What did he mean by run?" Flowey wondered to himself.

Suddenly from behind Flowey heard the sound of heavy footsteps. He looked over and saw a large hooded figure standing a few feet away from him. A creature dressed in a long gray cloak with only a black void where a head should be.

Flowey's eyes widened. He had never seen whatever that thing was before, but something about it frightened him. No, it terrified him. Just looking at that hooded creature instilled a deeper fear in him than anything he had seen before.

His mind screamed at him to run but he just couldn't move. However, the creature started running toward him. Flowey gasped and started to run using his vines as makeshift legs. He ran to the door closes to him on the castle's battlements. He slammed the door behind him and kept running. However, the creature burst through it like it was nothing. The room he ran into was a long hallway that had many doors extruding from it.

Flowey chose the door the farthest from the end of the room. A door that led him outside to a balcony and a dead end. “Damn! No way out!” Flowey thought to himself. He then heard the creature burst through the door. He stopped and turned around, facing the cloaked creature.

“You are at least very persistent…” Flowey said backing away from him.

He then suddenly climbed onto the rim of the balcony. He looked away from the creature, looking downward. He could see a lake at the bottom of the castle. “But I bet you won’t see this coming," Flowey said to the creature. He then flung himself off the balcony. He heard the wind rush past himself as he fell a great distance.

He fell into the lake, slamming into the water, making a big splash. Flowey looked into the pitch blackness of the water. He could feel himself losing consciousness from the impact. "Damn no I can't sleep now." Flowey weakly thought to himself.

However, his vision got blurrier and blurrier as his eyes grew heavy. "No, I got to stay awake. I got to-"

Flowey's eyes closed and he began to think of a time long since passed.

It’s the end. Or at least it’s an end. Frisk had gone through the underground many times now. But they knew now this was the end of their time in this place. This was their last run.

They understood that it would be difficult to finally let go of this place. So many good memories were made here. Then again so many horrible memories were made here too. But they also knew it was time to stop playing this game. They knew it was time to move on and see what happened next. It was time to see what life on the surface would really be like.

But before they went they had to see him again. The young prince who had decided that he needed to stay in the underground. Prince Asriel. Who was now at the very beginning of the ruins near the golden flower bed Frisk had landed on when they first fell.

Frisk wanted to at least say something to him. Especially since they knew they weren’t coming back. They had to see him they didn’t particularly know why they had to but they had the feeling if they did this time it would be different.

Frisk walked through the ruins making sure to greet the few monsters that were still in the ruins and were now starting to make the trek to get to where the barrier had broken. They passed by a couple of Froggits and a few Whimsuns who thanked them for breaking the barrier even if the Whimsuns were obviously a bit scared to go up and face the big wide world.

They just smiled and told them it was going to be okay and that they would do just fine on the surface. Frisk then continued walking towards the edge of the ruins finally passing through the giant doors that led into the rest of the ruins. They walked through the dark blank room where they had their first encounter with Flowey. That creature that was the soulless husk of the young prince they were about to see.

The young pacifist had made it. They were now in the hallway where their journey had begun. Well, their many journeys to be more accurate. How many times had it been? Ten? Twelve? Twenty? Thirty? Frisk didn’t really know at this point. The only ones they could remember clearly was this one and the one before it.

But none of that matter now. What matters was talking to the young sweet monster that was before them. “Frisk? You came all the way here?” Asriel asked them. Frisk nodded answering the prince’s question. Asriel then sighed. “Don’t worry about me,” he said beginning his standard dialogue that Frisk had heard before.

Asriel continued on talking to Frisk with the same words they had heard him tell them before. He told them that he couldn’t come back and he asked why Frisk climbed the mountain which honestly Frisk may keep that one secret to the grave. He then spoke about Chara and how they were not much like them and how Asriel had wished that Frisk was the type of friend they had always wanted.

That one sentence of him telling them that stuck with Frisk for some reason. But Asriel just continued talking the same words they had always told them when Frisk had come to visit them before. But at the end of their talk, something was different. When he asked them “Don’t you have anything better to do?” but he then paused and sighed.

“You heard this before, haven’t you?” Asriel then suddenly asked them. Frisk was shocked he had never asked them that before. But they nodded confirming his suspicion. “So you have, huh?” he said with a frown on his face.

He then walked closer to them. “I can kinda get the appeal of trying to stay here and see that all that there is to see. I mean when I was that flower I did that,” he said looking downward at the floor. “But something tells me that this time is different and this really is the last time we're gonna talk like this,” he said looking up at Frisk’s face.

Frisk nodded in reply while also having a frown on their face. Asriel gave them a small smile. “Frisk you’re gonna be fine out there. You seem like someone who can actually handle all of the crazy stuff you’re gonna have to deal with,” he said encouraging them. This made them smile, knowing at least one person was supportive of them.

But Asriel then sighed again and looked up at them. “Well since this is the last time we’re going to talk like this I guess I can give you something to remember me by,” he said standing right next to them. He then hugged them tightly, wrapping their small and soft arms around them. “Take care Frisk,” he told them while embracing them tenderly.

“Yeah okay, Asriel,” they told him, saying it directly into his ear. The two of them then gently pulled away from each other. Frisk waved goodbye and soon they had left the prince all alone by himself as he wanted.

Asriel sat alone by themselves with only the flowers and his thoughts to keep him company. He knew that it would only be a short time now until he had to turn back to being a flower. The young prince sighed and looked down at himself. He thought of Frisk as they stared down staring at what he was about to lose.

“Frisk…” he began speaking to himself. “I wish I could be honest with you. I wish I could tell you how I really felt about all this,” he told himself. Asriel then paused and tears started to drip down from his face. “But if I did, you wouldn’t leave,” he said while crying. The little monster then curled up into a ball on the floor while tears kept flowing down his face.

“The truth is me being all noble and accepting of my death is all a lie,” he told himself. “The truth is I’m scared. Because it hurts. It always hurts when you die.” he said to himself while continuing to weep. “I don’t want to die. I want to see my parents again. I want to go to the surface. And I want to get to know you better because you seem great.” he wept to himself.

He paused for a second, the anguish he felt about his inevitable fate making him not able to speak. “I just...don't want to die,” he said admitting his greatest fear. “I don’t want to die.” Asriel he told himself through his tears. He then repeated that phrase over and over to himself. Each time getting louder and louder with each repeat of it. “I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die.” he kept saying to himself.

Until eventually, Asriel screamed it out. “I DON’T WANT TO DIE!” he yelled out with his yell of sorrow and fear echoing around the cave’s large ceiling. “But I know I made my choice long ago,” Asriel said remembering what he had done so many years ago.

The small goat monster then felt himself stumble and he slowly fell to the ground. He then laid on the golden flowers as he felt himself starting to fade away. Asriel looked up at the golden flowers and in his last moments saw his young chestnut-haired sibling. “I did the right thing not telling them any of that. Right, Chara?” he then asked them even though he knew they weren’t really there.

Asriel then faded away without a trace that he was ever even there. The prince who had sacrificed so much returned to being the thing that was only a shadow of himself.

Frisk meanwhile was riding one of the elevators in Hotland. They stood there waiting for it to get them to the right floor. But for some reason, they remembered the young prince’s voice. “You're the type of friend I wish I always had,” they remembered Asriel telling them that.

That memory of him telling them made them feel sorrowful and tears started to drip down their face. “You are too,” Frisk said tearfully to themselves. They kept crying while trying to brush away all the tears that came out. What would they all their friends say if they saw them like this?

Frisk brushed away as many of the tears as they could but in the middle of them doing so they noticed something. Something that made them break down crying even harder than they already were. A golden flower petal had somehow gotten on their hand. Which only reminded them of the young monster’s fate.

They know that they couldn't save him no matter how hard they tried.

If only they could’ve been honest with them.

Flowey's eyes suddenly shot open with him suddenly gasping. He then violently coughed up some water. He looked up and saw that he had washed up on a sandy shore. A moat type area with an entrance seemingly back into the castle closeby. “So not dead, that’s good,” Flowey told himself while panting.

“Are you alright, little flower?” an unknown voice suddenly asked.

Flowey looked up and saw it was someone who he recognized. Or at least he thought. “Are you that monster kid that’s always hounding fish breath? I mean, Undyne,” asked Flowey.

The monster shook his head. “No, I was an assistant to the royal scientist. You may call me Goner Kid.” Goner Kid said introducing himself.

“Well, why are you called Goner Kid?” asked Flowey.

“I am like others here lost to time. I am the child monster that was forgotten by everyone. A drop of water in a vast sea." Goner Kid began to explain. A vicious smile then appeared on his face. "I guess you can say I was so unimportant to everyone, that no one realized I was gone!"

Flowey backed away from him slightly out of fear. Goner Kid looked away from him and stared out onto the lake. “Have you ever thought about a world where everything is the exact same… Except you didn’t exist?” Goner Kid then asked Flowey.

Flowey was surprised by that question. "I don't know," Flowey admitted. "I've never felt like that."

“Of course you would feel that way. It’s impossible for you to have that feeling.” Goner Kid said, turning to him. “You’ve affected so many with your time in the underground for good and for bad. You were the bad guy and the good guy, it just depended on what mood you were in.”

"Heh." Goner Kid quietly laughed. “You might as well be being playing cops and robbers by yourself.”

Flowey looked down at himself feeling pensive. “Was it really like that?” He asked himself. "Was I really that influential in the end?"

Flowey thought back to all he had done. All of the lives he had affected, the choices he had made. Had they all really been that important in the end?

Suddenly Flowey heard the sound of footsteps from behind him. He looked over and saw that the cloaked figure from before was behind him. Flowey stared at him feeling the same rush of fear from before.

"You should go now little flower." Goner kid told him. "You have a long way before you reach your soul."

Flowey quickly began to run away with the creature giving chase. He rushed up the beach to the door that led him back into the castle slamming it behind him. Meanwhile, Goner Kid stayed behind quietly standing on the beach. He looked up to the sky and stared into blank grayness. “Do you think someone like him is worthy of feeling love again...? Doctor?”

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Flowey rushed through the cold desolate halls of the castle. His roots were being used as makeshift legs carrying him as fast as they could down the hall.

The hooded creature from before was still chasing him. The creature hobbling along after him at a quick pace.

Flowey ran forward hoping that he could somehow find a way to escape the creature. His head turned from side to side desperately trying to find a door or passage anything to escape from this creature. But all he saw was the windows near the top of the high walls of the hallway. The windows that let the unnatural light of the outside world to bleed in.

Suddenly, however, Flowey spotted a door small wooden door. He had finally found some salvation from this seemingly endless corridor.

He ran up to the door and quickly tugged on the handle with his vines. But the door remained shut. "Come on." he desperately commanded as he pulled on it again and again.

Flowey looked to his side with fearful eyes as he saw that the creature was quickly getting closer and closer. His inevitable death coming more into focus.

He tugged on the door with all his might and finally, it swung open. Flowey ran through the door into the room.

In the brief second, he had to survey the contents of the room he saw that it was a small bedroom. There was a big bed in the middle of the room that Flowey quickly dived under.

He quickly covered his mouth and laid absolutely still trying to make himself as quiet as possible. He heard the creature limb into the room and saw the bottom of its cloak. Flowey's eyes tracked the movement of the creature attentively.

Flowey hoped beyond all measure that the creature wouldn't look underneath the bed and find him. He watched as the hooded creature slowly shifted around the bed. The creature then stopped moving for a moment.

Flowey made himself as stiff as a board fearing that the creature would move his head down and see him. It felt like every second lasted an eternity as he silently waited for the creature to make its next move.

Suddenly Flowey watched as the creature began to move again. He heard its footsteps on the cold stone floor as it walked out of the room with the sound of it getting slowly fainter and fainter.

Flowey stayed underneath the bed for a long time not making a single sound fearing that the creature would comeback. The room was eerily silent as he waited underneath the bed. As he waited in silence he wondered why the creature that had been chasing terrified him so much.

It wasn't just the fact that it looked terrifying which it very much did it was something else. Something unnerving about it that made him want to run away faster than he ever had from anything else. A cold horrible feeling inside of him that made him want to just never see or hear from that creature ever again not even in his darkest dreams.

He stood up and looked around the room. He had a better chance to see what the room contained now that he was alone. He noticed that the room oddly enough had only the bare essentials in it. It only had a bed with plain colored sheets and one pillow, a dresser, a window for light, and a nightstand.

There wasn't a lamp or clock or anything else that would give the room some sort of personality.

That is except for one thing. A large painting hanging on the wall right next to the dresser. A painting of the photo of both himself and Chara when he was still Asriel with the golden flowers in it. "What is this doing here?" he wondered to himself confused. "Why is it a painting?"

He stared at the canvas intently. He remembered that day their family took that photo. It was that day that Chara was first shown off to the whole kingdom. The day Chara was proclaimed as the savior of humans and monsters.

Flowey remembered that he was happy that day but Chara really wasn't. He realized that the pressure Chara was under made them feel uneasy. They wanted to hide their face because they didn't want to have their face featured in some newspapers for all to see.

Flowey felt a twinge of guilt thinking back to that day. He remembered himself just telling Chara that it would be fine and not to be scared. But looking back on it now he was stupid to think that it was just regular shyness or stage fright. His father basically told them that they had the whole monster race's weight on their shoulders.

"You know if I and all the other monsters didn't keep telling them that they were the savior of monsters all of the time maybe they wouldn't have gone to such..." he said with his speech trailing off. Memories of Chara lying limp in their bed came to the front of his mind. "Drastic measures to try and fulfill that."

"Ha. Look at me thinking about all of this dumb stuff." he laughed to himself. "Maybe this place is my hell? A place where I run around like a rat in a maze trying to obtain some stupid prize that might not even exist."

Flowey realized at that point he had been talking to no one. That simple realization made him realize how lonely he felt. All alone like he usually felt. Feeling like he was away from everyone else even if they were right next to him.

He shook his head. Flowey knew he didn't have time to think about that. He had to find the room with his body and soul so he could get out of this accursed place.

Flowey quickly headed out of the room. However, as he was about to step out into the hall and took one last at the painting. He stared at it for a moment with a sense of longing and regret. He then left the room closing the door behind him.

The next couple of hours past and Flowey kept wandering the large castle. He passed through long hallways and different rooms trying to find the room with his name on it. But no matter where he looked he couldn't seem to find it.

As he searched around the castle he noticed that most of the rooms were like the bedroom he was in before. All of the rooms had what needed to be in there but nothing else. The sitting rooms would have chairs and a table but no decorative rugs, the dining rooms would have a large table for people to sit at with seats for them but no candles sticks or anything other time of decoration. It was almost like he was walking through the rooms of someone who had heard of what the rooms were but had never actually been in one.

There was, of course, the constant fear of the hooded creature from before finding him as he wandered the castle. Every time Flowey would open a door or turn a corner he would be afraid that the creature would be hiding behind it.

The creature, of course, found him again and Flowey would have to run and hide from it whenever it showed up. Flowey not daring for it to even get close to him.

The fear of it kept Flowey constantly on his toes or well roots. Because just the idea of suddenly finding it again terrified him. Whenever he thought he saw even the slightest glimpse of it he would recoil filled with fear.

After a very long time, Flowey came to a pair of large doors at the end of a large hallway. He looked up at the top of the doors and saw that there were high archways up above them. "Weird." Flowey thought to himself. "These doors almost look normal."

He turned his head down and saw that light was coming from the room. But it wasn't the strange alien light of the strange sun it was candlelight. The light that seemed to be coming from flickering flames.

Flowey's curiosity was firmly peaked. He reached up with one of his vines and pulled on the door. It swung open to reveal what appeared to be a large ballroom.

The ballroom unlike all of the other rooms appeared to be elaborately decorated. It had a high ceiling lined with gold and a crystal chandler hanging from it. Paintings adorned the walls and there was a large fireplace near the back of the dance floor with a roaring flame inside of it.

Flowey took a long while just staring at all of the beauty the room had to offer. Marveling at each and every aspect of it.

However, Flowey's concentration was suddenly broken by the appearance of three individuals. "Greetings, tiny flower prince!" a trio of voice enthusiastically greeted all at once.

Flowey shouted out, surprised by the unexpected voices. He turned around and saw what seemed to be three different monsters of odd shape standing by the fireplace. "Who the hell are you three weirdos?" he abrasively asked.

"Come closer to the fireplace and we will explain all you wish to inquire from us." One of the monsters explained.

"Great more monsters that sound like a freaking English textbook." Flowey sighed annoyed.

He slowly walked toward the group of them. As he walked forward he got a better look at the three of them.

The three monsters were all pretty strange looking even by the diverse standards of monsters. They were all lined up in a row and each of them had their own oddness to them. The one in the middle was the most normal, a short grey looking humanoid monster with big eyes and no nose. The second was another humanoid and for a second he thought he recognized him as the man who always got swindled out of his money by Muffet. But on further inspection, they were obviously different. Instead of having a face on his head he appeared to be holding it in his left hand and where his face usually was there was an unnaturally wide grin. And the last monster seemed to be only just a large grey head that sprung from the ground with one big softball sized eye and a long crooked smile across his face.

Flowey walked up to the three of them and looked straight at them still offset by their appearance. "So who are you freaking looking guys?" he asked them.

"We are the followers of Gaster." they began to explain with one of them beginning to say one part of the sentence then the other two would finish it. "Those who were once like you from the real world who became trapped once we fell into the void. Now we serve the good doctor for he has done much for us in our time in this timeless place."

"Alright, I guess that made some amount of sense," Flowey replied.

"Our purpose for being here in front of you now tiny flower prince is simple." the three of them told him in the same odd way as before. "The good doctor has asked us to answer the questions he is sure you must have."

"Oh, how generous of him," Flowey dryly answered. "Maybe I wouldn't need answers if this place made any amount of sense!"

"So dear Prince, what questions do you have for us?" the group of them asked.

Flowey stopped and thought for a moment. He had so many different questions inside his head he wasn't sure which ones to pick first. Questions like: Why does the castle look the way it does? Who is this doctor? Why was there a painting of Chara and himself on the wall of one of the rooms?

He knew he would have to pick carefully. The rest of this place hadn't exactly given him clear answers not even the duplicate of Monster Kid. So his questions had to be short and concise.

"Alright, I have three big questions for all of you," he said making up his mind. "I'm just going to list them out and you just answer them, okay?"

"Of course tiny flower prince. Do whatever you wish." They told him.

"One: What is this place?" he asked them.

"The castle which you have been traversing was made by the good doctor and the void." the three of them explained. "They thought it would be best for your trial for it to take place in somewhere familiar."

"Wait the void?" Flowey asked confused. "And also what do you mean 'familiar' this maze of a place doesn't look anywhere I've been."

"Yes, the void you see is not just a place. It is also somewhat conscious in a way even the good doctor cannot understand." They answered. "It can be convinced to change its landscape into whatever one desires. However, the void cannot make anything new or unique it must go off of the base of the real world. And what it was base off of was your father's castle in the underground."

"Wow," Flowey said amazed. "I guess this place does look slightly familiar now that I think about it."

"Next question, what room is my new body and soul in?" he asked them.

"Your body and soul tiny flower prince is only a few rooms away from here through those doors," they answered while simultaneously looking toward a pair of doors on the right side of the room.

Flowey's eyes widened. "So wait my body and soul are only a few doors away?" he wondered while turning his head to the doors. He was shocked by how close he was to his goal.

"Yes, your journey will soon be over tiny flower prince. If all goes well of course." The group of them explained.

That "all goes well" comment made Flowey realize that the last question he needed answer was properly the most important for his survival. "Okay finally question: What the hell is that thing that's chasing me?" he asked intently.

"Oh that is quite simple flower prince it is what you're running from." they all answered him.

Flowey looked at the three of them confused. He ran it through his head several times and realized that it made absolutely no sense. "What do you mean it's what I'm running from?! What type of dumb answer is that?! " Flowey exclaimed annoyed. "Of course I'm running from that thing! Have you seen it! It keeps chasing me and it doesn't exactly look like they want to do it to give me a hug!"

“You misunderstand dear flower prince it is made of what you are running from.” the monsters tried to explain to him.

Flowey scoffed at them in frustration. “Okay if you’re not gonna explain that to me I’m leaving," Flowey said filled with anger.

He began to storm out of the room with him quickly walking toward the pair of doors that they had pointed him to. He opened up the door with his vines and walked through the door frame.

“Goodbye, tiny flower prince!” the monsters exclaimed to him.

Flowey didn't even bother to look back as he slammed the door behind him.

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Flowey walked down the hallway that the doors had led him to. He walked briskly down the hall feeling conflicted.

On the one hand, he was happy that he was close to getting out of this place but he couldn’t help but feel mad and uneasy that he wasn’t going to find out what the hooded creature was. That creature by their presence scared him to death. He would never figure out what it was underneath that cloak that terrified him.

Flowey shook his head. It was nothing he thought to himself. Just his old habit of trying to uncover everything about the underground creeping back upon him. He didn’t need answers, he thought to himself, he just needed to get out of this place.

“That stupid creature doesn’t matter,” Flowey told himself. “Nothing in this castle matters.”

However, his mind still wandered no matter what he told himself. He kept thinking of what Goner Kid had said, the painting in the bedroom, and the creature.
“You were the good guy and the bad guy.” he heard inside his head.

“You know if I and all the other monsters didn't keep telling them that they were the savior of monsters all of the time maybe they wouldn't have gone to such...Maybe Drastic measures to try and fulfill that." echoed in their mind.

Flowey violently shook his head. “No! None of this stupid stuff means anything! It’s just a trick by that idiot blob thing to make me confused and doubt myself the freaking sicko!” He yelled at himself. “I’m getting out of this idiotic place, that’s all that matters.”

He continued to walk forward with his head now cleared. Flowey saw that there was a door at the end of the hall. However suddenly as he took one step forward he felt a sudden tug on his chest. He stopped for a second wondering what it was but kept going forward. He took more and more steps forward and that feeling inside his chest increasing. He felt the air grow thicker and his steps felt like they somehow had more weight to them.

Flowey finally found his way to the door. The feeling in his chest now so strong it almost felt like his chest was burning. He slowly reached up with his vines to the handle and pulled the door open.

The door opened and Flowey’s eyes quickly widened when he saw what was in front of him. His mouth was agape as he stared into the room.

Inside the small room was a table in the center of it with a glass cover on it. There was a white ethereal light coming from what was contained inside the glass.

Flowey’s gaze was transfixed on the table with the glass cover. The glass contained a small white inverted heart and the body of a small boss monster in a green and yellow striped shirt. Both of them were gently floating in mid-air.

It contained his body and soul.

“He wasn’t lying,” Flowey told himself shocked.

After all of the tricks and deceits, the doctor had put him through what Flowey saw before him was true. He could feel that it was. It had to be.

Flowey slowly lifted up his vines to the container. He grabbed onto the bottom of it and pulled on it. But the glass on the table didn’t budge an inch. “What?” Flowey said to himself.

He pulled on it again and still it didn’t move. He tugged on it with every amount of strength he had but still nothing. “Why won’t you move?!” Flowey angrily exclaimed. He pulled on it again and again but nothing changed. The glass cover was still glued to the table.

Rage started to build inside Flowey. “Fine if you won’t move I’ll smash you open!” He yelled. He lifted up his vines and began hitting the glass. He struck the glass over and over again with as much power as he could put behind them, trying to puncture it.

However, no matter how much he tried the glass didn’t seem to break. There wasn’t even a crack it just stayed there perfect as it was.

“Why won’t you break you, idiot!” Flowey shouted at the top of his lungs. He continued to attack it but nothing seemed to happen.

The rage burning inside Flowey grew hotter and hotter with every unsuccessful strike. He was so close to the thing he wanted for years but it still felt so far away. “I...I...I…” he began to say with him beginning to feel tired out. “I don’t understand!”

“I’ve done everything you asked!” he cried. His vines dropped to the floor with tears starting to form in his eyes. “So why?! Why won’t you let me just have what I want!”

Tears dripped down his face on to his yellow flower petals. “Please...I need it.” he sadly sobbed while staring at his body and soul. “I just want to feel whole again.”

Flowey’s head drooped downward. He felt totally defeated. His hope was now gone. The hope that he could once again feel like he used to. Feel like he wasn’t just some empty husk walking around pretending to be alive.

However suddenly from behind him, he heard a low pitched groan from behind him. He quickly turned around and saw that the hooded creature from before was right behind him. Flowey quietly gasped and he was filled with the same fear as before.

But as he stared at the creature his fear slowly turned into something else. It slowly turned into hate. It wasn’t just hatred for the hooded creature. It was hatred for this whole place. This whole trial process he had to go through for it to end up with nothing. The creature became a symbol for all of his hatred and frustration that now coursed through his veins.

“You…” he said to him with rage in his eyes. His face suddenly turned into a demented smile. “Oh! Now you’re here! Golly gee! What are you here to do come laugh at me?! Come laugh at the stupid little flower who thought they could become what they used to be?!”

The hooded creature remained silent. It didn’t move or react in any way. That made Flowey’s rage start to boil over.

“Say something you idiot!” he yelled at him. However, still, he was silent. “Why do you keep chasing me?! What do you want?!”

The creature was still silent. “What are you?!” he yelled while reaching up his vines. His vines then shot downward and grabbed the creature’s cloak, tearing top of it off.

The teared up bits of the cloak fell to the ground. Flowey gasped, shocked by what he saw. He couldn’t believe what he the hood covering the creature contained.

It was a barely kept together bunch of vines. There was a black dark energy pouring from the center of it which appeared to be keeping the creature together. A darkness that appeared to grow dark and dark the longer he stared into it.

Flowey stared at the exposed half of the creature unable to move from shock. However, as he stared at the creature a group of thorny vines suddenly shot out from the bottom half of the cloak. Before he had a chance to react the vines quickly wrapped around Flowey.
“No stop!” he cried as the vines’ thorns dug into his stem.

The vines began to drag him into the creature’s cloak. Into the pitch-black darkness of it where no light seemed to escape. Flowey tried to use his vines to stop himself but it appeared to be of no use as he continued to be pulled in by the vines.

“Please!” he begged to the creature while he looked longingly at his body and soul. “I don’t want to die!”

The vines however dragged into the creature and he disappeared into the creature’s darkness.

He was dragged into his hell.

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Toriel stood at the stove happily humming as she fried a pair of eggs. She watched as the eggs quickly turned from being translucent into bright white from the hot pan. With her spatula, she quickly turned them over letting the over side cook.

Her humming stopped when she looked back and saw that the kitchen table was still vacant. "They're usually downstairs by now." she thought to herself.

She looked up at the clock hung up against the wall and saw that it was a quarter past nine. Toriel could feel her motherly senses tingling. Something was off.

Almost every single day Frisk had been downstairs by now. They'd be either patiently sitting at the table or watching some morning cartoons on the television in the next room like the one about an adventurous boy and his oddly stretchy dog or the one with the all of the mysteries in a small town. However today they were nowhere to be seen.

"Maybe I should go check on them?" she internally asked. "Maybe they had trouble getting to sleep last night or something like that? Hopefully, it wasn't that troublesome flower keeping them up."

Toriel shook her head. She had always tried to be supportive with Frisk keeping Flowey around but she couldn't really understand why they did it. She knew that it was probably for a good reason that they wanted him around but he seemed rather aggressive and apprehensive whenever she tried to talk with him.

"No. No. No. Toriel, you can't label them like that." she disciplined herself. "If Frisk wants them around then they will stay around. Even if he has threatened your life on several occasions."

Toriel slipped the now finished eggs onto the plate alongside a piece of toast. She looked up and saw that Frisk was still not there. She knew at that moment something was definitely off.

She quickly put the plate down and headed to the stairs. She walked up the stairs and made her way to the door that led to Frisk's room.

Toriel knocked on the door with her fur covered hand. "My child breakfast is ready," she called to them.

The former queen leaned her head slightly toward the door, trying to hear for any sounds of movement from inside. However, she heard nothing.

She quickly knocked again. "My child it's time to wake up!" she exclaimed. However, still, there was no response.

Toriel knew she should've heard at least Frisk stirring in bed by now. She grabbed onto the doorknob and gently opened the door. "Come now child you can't spend the whole day in bed-"

Suddenly Toriel felt everything stop. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw that the room was devoid of any signs of life. Her hands moved to her mouth covering up her open mouth.

"They're gone," she said to herself aloud still in shock.

Her eyes darted around the room to try and find some evidence of where they might've gone. Her eyes then became locked on the piece of paper that was sitting on the bed.

She quickly grabbed the letter and read it to herself. "What?" she asked confused. "What business could that troublesome flower need in Waterfall?"

The note had brought Toriel some comfort but she was still on edge. Frisk was all alone in the underground with someone she didn't trust.

She remembered the last time she had opened to find an unexpectedly empty bedroom. Along with the horror that took place afterward...

Toriel took out her cellphone from her pocket. She had upgraded to a smartphone at the request of Alphys who soon regretted it when she had to help the old goat monster learn how it worked. And teachers are often the worst students.

They opened up her contact list in the phone app and saw the list of the names. She saw the one name she had under the A section. She had no idea why but for some reason she felt like she was compelled to call them. Maybe because they were the only other monster that could relate to the situation she was in.

She hesitated for a moment but then tapped onto the icon. The phone began to ring as she pressed her phone up to her ear. She patiently waited until the person on the other end picked up.

"Howdy! This is Asgore Dreemurr speaking." A deep authoritative voice cheerily greeted through the speaker.

"Asgore, it's me," Toriel replied.

"Tori- I mean Toriel what are you doing calling me at this hour?" He asked confused.

"It's Frisk," she answered. "They're...they're gone."

"Gone...? How can Frisk be gone?"

"Apparently they went back to the mountain again. They wrote in this note that for some reason there flower friend Flowey. The talking flower they have had to go back to it for some reason."

"Really? Why?"

"I don't know," Toriel explained.

"Are they alright? Or is something wrong?" Asgore asked.

"I don't know. I..." Toriel sighed frustrated. "Asgore I...I just have this bad feeling about that Flower monster. I remember that it threatened to kill them when they first fell underground. It doesn't seem out of the realm of possibility that he could've forced them to take them back underground."

"Yes, that does sound rather troubling." Asgore agreed. "You know you could be overreacting you know. I know that flower has been bothersome but I don't think that he's capable of something like that."

"I know just-" Toriel began to speak but then took in a deep breath. "Could you please help me call the others so we can go find them and see if they do need our help?"

"Alright, I'll call Undyne and Alphys," Asgore answered.

"Okay, I'll call the Sans and Papyrus," Toriel told him. "Will meet up at my place and discuss everything when they all get there."

"Toriel?"

"Yes, Asgore?" Toriel replied.

"Don't let your fear get the best of you Toriel. We both know what happens when it does." Asgore explained.

"I know Asgore I just..." she looked out the window toward the mountain. "I have a feeling we're supposed to go there."

The sound of rushing water could be heard from a distance throughout the small room with the gray door in it. The crystals softly twinkled from the small amount of light in the room.

Frisk meanwhile sat down in the blue-colored dirt curled up into a ball. They were leaning on the mysterious grey door still waiting for Flowey to finish his trial. They had been waiting for hours by this point and they were starting to get worried.

They hated the fact that all they could do was sit there and wait. They wished they could be doing more. Their sense of wanting to help, mixing with their desire to take the reigns of a situation. “Is he okay?” Frisk started to ask themselves. “He’s been in there for hours and I haven't heard anything from him."

"I wish I could've followed them in there and helped them with whatever he's going through." they quietly told themselves. Frisk then sighed. "But no he said that he had to go in there alone. Probably wouldn't work with me there with him."

Frisk shook their head. "It's no use worrying about what I could've done. What matters is what I need to do now and that's sitting here until he's finished." Frisk said to themselves.

"Toriel’s probably seen the note by now I hope she doesn’t overreact.” Frisk thought to themselves concerned.

They then stared up at the ceiling. "I can't believe Flowey really has a chance to become Asriel again," Frisk said as they saw the ceiling light twinkle. "I wish I knew this would've happened probably could have saved me a couple of resets."

The image of Asriel came into Frisk's mind. Whenever they remembered him there was a feeling of happiness remembering the day they helped shatter barrier. But also they felt a tinge of sorrow knowing that the kind gentle prince would never be able to follow them.

"My biggest regret was not being able to save him but now that might get undone," they said to themselves. "If only my other big regret could get undone..."

“heya, kid." a calm voice suddenly asked.

Frisk's head quickly shot downward. Their eyes widened when they saw who was standing next to them. It was a group of six monsters including Sans, Papyrus, Alphys, Undyne, Asgore, and Toriel.

“GOOD JOB BROTHER!” Papyrus excitedly shouted.“LOOKS LIKE YOUR TRACKING SKILLS ARE MARVELOUSLY ON POINT!”

“what can i say i felt it in my BONES,” Sans said with a wink.

“SANS!”

“What are all of you doing here?” Frisk asked confused.

"that's what we were about to ask you, kid,”

“My child!” Toriel suddenly exclaimed. The female boss monster quickly ran up to Frisk. She knelt down and began to examine their face. “You aren’t hurt at all, are you?”

“Toriel, I’m fine,” Frisk told her.

“Alright, I was just worried…” Toriel’s speech trailed off. She then stood up over them.

Frisk looked at her feeling guilty. They knew by looking into their worrisome eyes that the note wasn’t enough to put her at ease.

“Everyone it’s glad to see you but what are all of you doing here?” Frisk asked.

"well tori found your message and she called all of us over to come to find you," Sans explained.

“Yeah! We're here to help you and stuff!” Undyne yelled out happily. “Toriel wanted us to be here to help you.”

“You better be glad I know this place like the back of my hand, squirt. It was pretty easy to track you down.” Undyne explained. She then looked around the room. “Although...my memory of this place is a bit fuzzy. Like I swear I don’t remember walking through here whenever I used to be on patrol…”

“IN ANY CASE FRISK, WE’LL ALWAYS BE THERE TO HELP YOU!” Papyrus exclaimed. “EVEN IF YOU DO QUESTIONABLE ACTS...LIKE RUNNING OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT…”

“Y-yeah what t-those two said.” Alphys shakily told them.

Frisk smiled. “Everyone it’s nice that you’re here and all but I really don’t need your help. All I’ve been doing here is waiting here at this door.”

“IS THAT ALL?” Papyrus asked confused. “WITH HOW ASGORE’S- I MEAN TORIEL DESCRIBED IT SHE MADE IT SOUND LIKE YOU WERE IN REAL TROUBLE.”

Toriel sighed. “I guess I did overreact a bit. But in my defense, I didn’t have much to go off of.”

The former queen then looked down toward Frisk. “Frisk, my child, with the situation we're in, I can’t help but think to ask this.”

“What is it?” Frisk asked looking up at her.

“It’s a question that I’ve been meaning to ask for a while now but I have kept tight-lipped on the manner,” Toriel explained. “However considering what has happened I must ask: What’s so important about that Flower anyway?”

Frisk felt a chill run down their spine. Because that was a question they didn’t have a simple answer to. Their mind began to race, trying to find an answer.

“I know he must be important to you. You did ask to go get him personally and for him to live with us.” Toriel told them. “But it doesn’t quite make sense to me. He tried to kill you when you first got into the underground. Which I mean isn’t really unprecedented considering this group but still.”

“What do I tell her?” Frisk thought to themselves as Toriel continued to speak. “How am I supposed to explain why I’m doing this? I can’t just tell her that her son is a flower, can I? I can’t tell her that her son became the flower that terrorized all of them.”

“It’s just that from the interactions I’ve had with him he doesn’t seem like someone you would want to have as your friend.” she continued to tell them.

Frisk felt a sudden shot of shame. Guilt began to surge through them. The warm motherly boss monster was treating the last vestige of her son as some sort of stranger.

“I have to tell her. I have to tell all of them. It’s the only way to explain why I’m doing all of this. Besides if what Flowey said was going to happen is actually going to happen then it won’t really matter.” Frisk convinced themselves. “But what will she say? What on earth is she going to think?”

“My child, please I just want to understand what’s going on with you two. I want to understand why you would do all of this just for him.” Toriel pleaded. “Why you care about him so much for you to go all the way back here to help him.”

“It’s because he’s…” Frisk began to say but then paused. So many thoughts were surging through their head at that moment. All they had to do was say the few words that would explain everything but they just couldn’t.

“He’s what my child?” Toriel asked confused.

“He’s...he’s...he’s…” Their words were caught in their throat as flashes of memories kept playing in their head. The pain of holding back the words was becoming so great that they felt like they were going to burst. It was at that moment that Frisk knew they had to do it or they’d be caught in this perpetual torture forever. “He’s your son that’s why I care about him.”

At the moment everything in the room appeared to stop. Everyone became silent as what Frisk said washed over them.

Frisk looked up at Toriel and saw their expression. It was one of utter bewilderment. It was a face that spoke so many different forms of shock and confusion. They turned to Asgore and saw that he wore a similar expression.

“What?” Toriel asked in shock.

“He’s your son. Flowey is Asriel Dreemurr.” Frisk answered.

“But that’s...that’s impossible, my child. It doesn’t make a lick of sense.” Toriel said slightly hysterical. “That can’t possibly be the truth. He’s dead. He’s been dead for a long time.”

“No he isn’t just please let me explain.” they sincerely asked while looking into her eyes.

Toriel faltered for a moment but then nodded.

Frisk turned their gaze over to Alphys who was quietly standing in the back. The nerdy lizard scientist was still wearing the same shocked expression everyone else had had. “Alphys, do you remember how you brought Flowey to life with determination?” Frisk asked her.

“U-um y-yes.” Alphys shakily replied.

“Well, there’s a reason that he was brought to life when all of the other flowers weren’t.” Frisk began to explain. “It’s because that flower was one of the flowers that got covered in Asriel’s dust when he died in Asgore’s throne room. And somehow, I’m not sure how that little bit of dust on that Flower contained enough of his essence that when you injected that determination into it he came back as that flower.”

“But when he came back something was wrong with him. He didn’t have a soul all he had was the determination to survive.” Frisk explained. “Toriel when you said that Asriel died long ago you were kind of right because when he woke up he couldn’t feel almost any emotions. So in a way, Asriel wasn’t truly alive he was just a shell of his former self. He couldn’t feel things like love or pity. All he could feel was the urge to survive no matter the cost.”

Toriel looked at Frisk with an expression of confusion and awe. Frisk could tell that behind those eyes she was still processing all of the information. Still trying to comprehend what to her must’ve sounded like utter madness.

“This can’t be true...my son can’t be that...that thing,” Toriel muttered to herself.

“Why didn’t he come to either of us for help?” A deep voice suddenly said from across the room.

Frisk looked up and saw Asgore standing there looking dis trot.

“He should’ve come for us to help. We could’ve done something for him. We could’ve cared for him.” Asgore told Frisk. “Why didn’t he come to us?”

Frisk felt a pit form in their stomach. They had no idea how to explain why Flowey hadn’t come to them for help. He, of course, had gone to them before but that was in a previous timeline. Something that they knew they wouldn’t remember.

Frisk’s mind raced to try and find an explanation but found none. “Well, he…”

“i’m going to stop you right there.” Sans suddenly interjected. “it doesn’t matter what he did in the past. what matters right now is what he’s doing now. that’s more important, it’s why we’re all here.”

He then turned his skull over to Frisk. “you never explained what he was doing here, did ya?” he asked.

“No, I didn’t,” Frisk said with a slight smile, silently thanking Sans for saving them.

“Sans, you’re right Frisk never did tell us why Flowey- I mean why he wanted you to bring him there,” Toriel said. She turned her head and looked straight at Frisk. “My child, why did he make you bring him here?”

“Flowey’s been having these dreams for the past few nights. Dreams where he was Asriel again and that a mysterious monster said he could turn him back into what he once was.” Frisk explained.

Toriel’s eyes widened. She looked back toward Asgore and saw that he wore the same shocked expression that she did. “Does that mean...I’ll get to see my sweet Asriel again?” she asked as she filled with so much emotion.

Frisk smiled at her. “Yes.” they happily answered. “You’ll get to be with Asriel, again.”

Toriel’s eyes began to water at the joyful news. “My sweet little boy,” Toriel said as her happy tears fell from her face. She wrapped her fluffy arms around Frisk’s small body. “I am so happy my child. You’re going to love him.”

Frisk wrapped their arms around Toriel. “I know. I’m excited to see him too.”

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Flowey had fallen into what could only be described as his worst nightmare. He was falling through a white bottomless pit. The vines that had dragged him in were now keeping his eyes wide open. He couldn’t look away or close his eyes. The pit was lined with stretched out film reels playing his memories, his worst memories. The memories of him killing, slashing, and hurting monsters all playing at once for him to see.

He also felt the pain and sorrow of all those he had inflicted with such anguish. “Stop! Make it stop! It hurts so much! Please, somebody, make it stop! Frisk, mom, dad! Somebody! Anybody! Make it stop!” Flowey cried out in agony. But nobody came. He just kept falling watching his sins play out in front of him.

“Please, just stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop! Just make it stop!” he pleaded while balling his eyes out still falling towards an impossible to reach bottom. But then he looked to his side and saw a long-dead friend. They were standing upright yet falling alongside him. “Chara, thank god, please help me!” Flowey pleaded to them with tears in his eyes.

“You want it to stop, Asriel?” they then asked him. “Then tell me...Why did you all of this?!” they asked him in rage gesturing to all of his painful memories. This question shocked Flowey. “Why did kill so many?!” they continued still rageful. Flowey tried to give the answer he always told people. “I was just bored! I wanted to see what would happen!” he yelled out.

But that wasn’t the answer Chara was looking for. Flowey started to fall even faster, the memories also played faster, and the pain grew stronger. “That’s not the reason Asriel! Give me the real one!” Chara yelled at him pointing at him with their knife. Flowey didn’t know what to do or say.

It just kept getting faster and faster, all the pain, all the memories, the falling, everything just got faster. “I..I...I” he started to say. “I did it because they had what I didn’t!” he confessed. Then suddenly everything stopped and faded to white. Chara and Flowey were now in a blank white room with only themselves inside.

Flowey was crying harder then he had in years. “I did because they could love! And I couldn’t!” he started to confess breaking down sobbing on the floor. “They could all have happy endings and I couldn’t! They could be happy, while I could only sit there and watch!” Flowey explained further.

He then felt rage build up inside him. “I hated them for it,” he said with as much spite he could possibly muster.

But then he felt the worst feeling of all. His face changed into the long-dead prince Asriel. He dropped his facade.“I just felt so alone!” he cried out now balling his eyes out. “Why? Why do I always end up alone, Chara?” he asked them with tears flooding his face.

The room suddenly shattered into a million pieces and Flowey was now back in the small room he had left behind. Everything was now extremely quiet and peaceful inside the room. He looked around cautiously and saw that the glass container had vanished. His body now laid on the table with his soul now floating gently above its chest.

He then looked over to the side of the room where the creature once stood. He was scared to look but he had no reason to. The creature itself was gone but its cloak remained looking like nothing had ever wear it. Flowey smiled at this sight knowing that the creature had done what it was supposed to do. Get him, to tell the truth.

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Flowey then looked over at his body and soul again. It just looked so weird staring at themselves from the outside. He then walked over to the table and stared at the soul. He smiled “So that’s what the trial was about getting me to accept the truth.” he started to say out loud.

“The truth about what I did and why I did it. I was lying to myself that I could just brush off all the terrible things I did because of curiosity.” he continued. He then shook his head “But, no it wasn’t, that wasn’t it at all.” he explained. He smiled again “I guess, I had to learn that.” Flowey finished.

“I couldn’t agree more young prince.” a voice said suddenly from across the room. Flowey turned his head and saw the mysterious monster standing in the doorway. He slithered in with his dark liquid-like body and passed right by Flowey and stood over the table.

“Where the heck have you been?” Flowey asked slightly annoyed.

The monster smiled “Merely observing you from a safe distance, young prince.” he answered him.

“Yeah watching me suffer must have been very fun for you,” Flowey said with a bit of snark in his voice.

“Truth be told it was,” he said giving him another smile.

“You freaking sicko!” Flowey yelled back at him.

The monster merely chuckled. “Now then do you want your soul?” the monster then said gesturing to the body that still laid on the table. Flowey then looked directly at the soul again.

He nodded confidently “I’m ready.” he then said.

“Good now all you have to do is touch it, I’ll take care of the rest.” the monster explained.

Flowey then slowly reach out one of his vines and touched the soul. He felt a warmness fill up his body a feeling he hadn’t felt in so long. Everything started to turn white for him. “Before you go I should tell you my name it is…” the monster started to say to him.

Flowey then heard his name then drifted off into whiteness.

Asriel awoke in the room in Waterfall. He sat up and looked down at himself. He patted himself all over confirming that he was really alive again. Tears started to flow down his face from pure joy. “I’m back. I’m really back.” he cried to himself quietly. Unequivocal happiness filled himself with him filling whole again.

He then looked around and realized how long he had been gone. “Frisk! They’ve been waiting for me for so long.” He then realized. Asriel got up and ran to the door. He felt so bad that they had made them wait so long. “Oh gosh! They’ve been waiting for me for so long and I was just sitting there like an idiot…” he said to himself opening the door but then he stopped.

Asriel couldn’t believe what they saw on the other side of the door. It was everybody. “Oh, my…” Toriel started to say. She started to well up with tears of joy starting to run down his face.

Asriel started to do the same “Hi Mom. Hi Dad.” he said through tears. Asgore and Toriel then ran up to Asriel and gave him the biggest most loving hug he had ever experienced.

This made them all cry even harder than ever before.

“We just missed you so much,” Asgore said tearfully embracing him.

“I did too,” Asriel replied, through tears.

“It’s just been so long!” Toriel then cried out still hugging him.

“You have no idea, mom,” he said thinking about how long it had been since he could feel this way.

After a few moments, they placed him down. Asriel then looked over and saw Frisk. “Frisk thanks for never giving up on me...even when I told you too.” Asriel thanked them, rubbing their neck. They then ran up to him and gave them a big hug. He blushed slightly from embarrassment.

“Thanks for coming back,” they said while hugging him slightly crying. The two of them then broke it up.

“Uhh...not to be that monster, but who the heck are you?” Papyrus then asked. Asriel then turned his head.

“Oh...that’s right some of you still don’t know who I am.” he then realized. “Howdy! I’m Asriel! Asriel Dreemurr!” he greeted all of them excitedly. Everyone then greeted him warmly. Except for one of them.

After greeting everyone else Asriel walked over to Sans. He was leaning on a wall on the far side of the room, away from everyone else. Sans stared down at him, coldly. “Heh, heya kid.” before Sans could say anything else Asriel walked up to him and hugged him. Sans was not expecting that.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Asriel cried into him, apologizing for all the terrible things he had done over and over again.

Sans relented for a second but smiled and then rub the top of Asriel’s head. “Don’t worry about it kid,” he said comforting him. Asriel then wiped the tears from his eyes. “For once, I think you really mean it,”

“Thanks, Sans,” Asriel said smiling back at him while wiping the tears out of his eyes.

“You GOAT to put the past behind you after all.” He then punned. Asriel gave him an annoyed look.

Asriel then heard his stomach growl. “Wow I just realized I haven’t eaten anything in years,” he said to himself. He then turned to everybody. “Hey guys!” he then yelled getting everyone’s attention. “It’s been nice meeting you all but I haven’t eaten anything in literally years. I was a flower after all,” he said to all them while awkwardly smiling.

“Now that you mention it I haven’t had anything to eat today.” Frisk then said rubbing their stomach.

Toriel then looked at her watch. “Oh my! Well I mean it is around dinner time and my word I haven’t even started yet,” she said flustered.

“Well, we can always go out to eat,” Undyne interjected.

“I guess you’re right. We could always do that.” Toriel then deliberated to themselves. “Alright, then it’s settled. Will all go out to dinner together,” she explained to all of them.

“Yeah!” Asriel and Frisk said in unison filled with excitement.

“Alright everyone let’s getting moving!” Undyne exclaimed to everyone.

All of them started to walk out.

“Nothing is better than going out to eat with friends! Especially new ones!” Papyrus exclaimed excitedly to Sans.

“Heh, yeah I guess you're right bro.” he smiled at him.

All of them walked through the rest of the underground passing through the rest of Waterfall then going through Hotland. They then reached the same cliffside that led out of the underground. And it was sunset. The sun radiated beautiful light for all of them to see. Most of them walked right past it.

But Asriel stopped and looked out at the sunset. It was just so beautiful to him. “What is it, Asriel?” Frisk asked from behind him. He smiled.

“I just forgot how much I loved the sunset,” he said with tears flowing down his face, staring out at the landscape below. Frisk pat him on the shoulder. He looked at Frisk and smiled. He knew that everything was gonna be alright.

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It had been three days since Asriel had been brought back to life. He had moved in with Frisk and Toriel. He was kind of always a mom’s boy so it was an easy decision. Also, the fact that a fireball would be flung right into Asgore if the king had even suggested he move in with him.

Asriel now shared a room with Frisk just like he had when he was Flowey. The two of them had had to share a bed the first night he first moved in which was a little awkward but that was fixed the next day when they went on and bought out a bed for him.

It was a happy time for Asriel being alive again but there was one catch. He was basically under house arrest for the first couple of days he was alive.

His father realized that the monster community would be shocked to find his son was now alive and the press would be all over him. So it was decided that until Asgore could prepare everything for a press conference to make the announcement Asriel would stay hidden inside Toriel's home.

Sans and Asriel were hanging out together by themselves. Toriel and Frisk had gone out to do some errands and Asriel decided to stay home. “Do you want to pick something to watch?” Asriel asked holding the remote out to him having run out of ideas.

Sans shook his head. “eh...i don’t really care what’s on just as long as it’s not that loud,” he said closing his eyes.

“Frickin lazy skeleton making me do all the work,” Asriel said scrolling through the channels. He then heard his new cell phone ring. He was a bit surprised to hear i. This was the first phone call he had personally gotten.

He read the caller I.D and smiled. “Howdy, Frisk.” he happily answered.

"Hey, Asriel," Frisk replied. "I just wanted to tell you that Toriel and I are going to be late coming home from the store."

“Oh, so you’re gonna be a bit later than usual?” Asriel asked.

"Yeah, traffic was really crazy going to the store because of an accident," Frisk explained. "Anyway we're going to be late but we're going to be bringing home fast food for dinner, is that okay with you?"

“Oh yeah, fast food is fine for dinner," Asriel replied.“You gotta remember Frisk I’m still getting used to eating again so I'll be happy with any type of food."

"Heh, you sure it's just isn't the goat in you saying that." Frisk joked.

"Oh quiet," Asriel said with a smile.

"Anyways I got to go now," Frisk told him. "See you soon!"

"Goodbye, Frisk," Asriel said saying bye to Frisk.

The small boss monster then put his phone back down and stared back at the T.V. He kept watching for a couple of minutes enjoying the show.

However as he looked at the T.V. he couldn't help but feel how strange this all was. That he was here living the life he had always dreamed. "I can't believe it's already been three days since I got back," Asriel said to himself.

"mmm," Sans replied.

"I mean just being here now is a miracle in itself," Asriel said while staring down at himself.

"yeah sure was crazy how you were just able to come back like that," Sans told him. "you really don't remember any of what happened in there?"

"It's strange," Asriel answered while trying to think back to what had experienced in the void. "I remember bits and pieces of it but a lot of the time it's like trying to remember a dream. The more time passes the less I remember of it."

"maybe it's better this way," Sans explained. "from what little you do remember it does sound like it was pretty freaky."

"Yeah," Asriel said with a sigh.

However, as he tried to remember what had happened to him in the void. He remembered something. "There was someone there that knew you, Sans," Asriel said while feeling a rush of memories come back to him.

"really?" Sans asked. "who were they."

"It was the mysterious monster that helped me," Asriel answered. "He knew you personally."

Sans' eye sockets widened. "what did they look like?" Sans asked with his eyes firmly locked onto Asriel.

"I don't know..." he replied. "He was mostly black and his hands, they were white like yours and Papyrus'"

"what was their name?" Sans intently asked.

"I don't know-" Asriel began to say but then stopped as he suddenly remembered what he had said when he was about to back into himself. "He told me. He told me to tell you his name."

"asriel, what was his name?!" Sans asked with him feeling even tenser.

"Gaster." Asriel suddenly answered. "Doctor W.D Gaster."

Sans' face turned to one of absolute shock.

"What's wrong?" Asriel asked concerned.

“he’s alive?!” Sans exclaimed.

“Yeah you didn't know that before?” Asriel asked confused.

Sans quickly stood up from the couch. “i have to go!” Sans suddenly yelled.

The short skeleton then ran straight toward the door right out of the house, running as fast as he possibly could not even bothering to close the door.

“Sans? Sans, where are you going?!" Asriel shouted confused beyond all measure. "What's going on?!"

Asriel got up from his seat and started running out the door after him. “Sans!” he cried out running after him into the night.

This was going to lead to something, very interesting.

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Secret Ending: A Glimpse into the future

An older version of Asriel stood with a chaos saber in his hand ready for a fight. He was older with horns on his head and he had increased in height. He also seemed to be standing in the ruins of a building which had recently collapsed with dust surrounding him.

He looked to his side and notices some dark creatures appear in front of him. There form is blob-like in nature. They suddenly lunged toward him with Asriel slicing through them easily, barely breaking a sweat. More and more try to attack him but he snapped his fingers and they were set ablaze by his fire magic.

“Hehehe." Asriel heard from him his side. Suddenly a bunch of thorny vines shot out from the dust that surrounded him. Asriel dodged them easily not getting a single scratch on him. The dust clears and reveals his assailant. His attacker smiled.

“I am in real trouble now.” Asriel said to himself staring at his attacker. He looked up and saw a small yellow flower before him with a sadistic grin on his face.

“This going to be very fun! Isn’t it Goat Boy!” Flowey said lifting up his vines ready to attack him.

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Gaster’s secret, the void creatures, the first fallen child, and the feelings of many. All of these will appear Out of the Void.