Frisk's Idea
Frisk tossed and turned all night. They didn't even get a wink of sleep. When it was time to start the day, Frisk walked down to the kitchen, where they saw Toriel making some pancakes. "Oh, good morning my child, how did you-" She turned around with a plate full of pancakes. When she saw Frisk, she was struck with horror. She dropped the plate, causing ceramic shards to fly everywhere, making a noise loud enough to wake the entire house. "My child! Is everything ok? You must not have gotten enough sleep tonight! Those eyes have dark bags underneath them! You must not go to school today!"
Frisk rubbed their eyes. "I-m fin-" They signed.
"You most certainly are not! Back to bed now!" Frisk groaned. They sometimes got no hours of sleep before, but this was the first time Toriel had noticed. With Toriel staring at them, Frisk did as they were told and went back to bed. Fiddling their thumbs, they couldn't get to sleep. Toriel was going to work at the elementary school, Papyrus was going to his job as a mall cop, and Sans was going to be Sans, so that meant either sleeping, going to the surface Grillby's, or working his hot dog booth. So, in a few minutes, they would have the house to themselves. They could do anything.
Frisk waited for about 20 minutes. Toriel walked up to Frisk's bedroom. "I will be going to work, my child. If you get hungry, there are pancakes on the counter." Toriel kissed their head, and walked out. After a few minutes, Sans and Papyrus were up. After some muffled talking, and a screech from Papyrus,the door closed. Frisk slowly crept out of bed to make sure nobody else was home. They checked everybody's room. Nobody. They were home alone. Frisk walked back to their room, and climbed under the sheets.
Nervously, Frisk signed. "Chara... Can you please come out? I wanna talk with you." Chara slowly emerged from Frisk.
"Greetings. What's up partner?" The translucent child greeted.
Frisk signed. "Nothing. I'm just really bored. Do you have any ideas on what to do?" A creepy smile made its way across Chara's face.
"Well, you could run away. It would be fun to see how they react, huh? Or maybe reset?" Frisk's face went pale. they had made a promise they would never reset. If they ran away, that would make monsters look bad. They could just imagine the headlines. 'Monster Ambassador Runs Away From Family.' The people would get the wrong idea, and probably assume they ran away because the monsters were evil, or some crazy reason. Frisk shook their head.
Suddenly, an idea popped into their head. "I have an idea! But it's risky."
Chara smiled "Go on."
"Maybe we could go back down into the underground, and bring Flowey back here? The underground is empty after all. Even though he's killed people many, many, many times, no one deserves that fate. Living alone, in the dark, unable to escape."
Chara was silent. Frisk squirmed like they had said something wrong. Chara turned their back. "Sure, whatever." Frisk smiled, and jumped up to hug Chara, but they just phased right through them. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's do this!"
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Sans teleported home from his hot dog stand. he had gained about $102.42 in human currency. He decided he would put the money to... better use. He had stopped on the way and deposited the money into the bank. As he teleported to the front door he heard a voice. He froze. His eyelights dimmed. It couldn't be true. He slowly opened the door, and his suspicions were confirmed. On a ledge of a window above the kitchen counters, was Flowey. But, in a pot, crudely decorated and in messy, red marker, the pot was labeled "Flowey." The plant turned to face him and sneered. "I see we meet again, Smiley Trashbag."
Sans' eye flickered blue and yellow. Frisk came running towards him. "Sans!" They signed. "I brought Flowey home! Now we have a new member of our family!" Sans looked down at Frisk.
He was incredibly angry. "Kid." He said in a serious tone. "Do you know how many times that thing has reset, hurt, or killed?"
Frisk shook. "Um... He told me... kinda. But wait, don't judge him yet! Think of how lonely he is down there!"
"Was it that Hell Demon that told you to do this?" He yelled.
Frisk hesitated. "You mean Chara?" Sans growled.
"Who else l would I be talking about?! Papyrus isn't a Hell Demon! Neither is Toriel, Asgore, Mettaton, Undyne Alphys-" Frisk started to cry.
Sans let his magic in his eye burn out. "kid, please, i dont think this will work out." Frisk looked down at their feet.
"Please?" They signed.
Sans looked at them. They kinda did save the monster race, so he guessed he owed them. But this flower, this thing was worse than Chara. Sure, he had "Believed" that Chara meant no harm, but he only pretended to think they wouldn't hurt anyone. He just couldn't stand another minute with that...Thing. The thing which had killed his family and friends. The thing that had caused him so much pain. The thing that murdered, without reason or guilt.
Sans shook his head. "Get that fucking thing out of here, Frisk. I don't care what you say. I don't care if you say he has 'changed' or that he's now 'good.' Just take him back to the Underground, and never bring him back."
Frisk hung their head, and, with low spirits, grabbed the flower pot, and slowly headed back to the barrier.