Flee to Protect
*Murderer
*Coward
*Fool
The words echoed through their mind as they ran from the voices that called their name. They had to stay away from the monsters. Frisk was a danger to them all.
They deeply regret calling Sans to them. If, no, when he found out what they had done, they were going to be in trouble. Frisk dropped the knife they didn't remember picking up into a bed of golden flowers, hiding it from view.
As they went on, the voices slowly faded. Frisk eventually arrived at the CORE, but didn't plan on stopping. It was dark here, as most of the power in the Underground had been switched off, buildings abandoned.
"*Frisk!" Undyne's voice echoed throughout the empty Throne Room. She didn't even realize she stepped in a pile of dust until Sans pointed it out to her.
"*is that... tori..?" His hand shook as he stared at the dust, expressionless. Undyne stumbled back from it, her spear dropping from her hand. "*That's not.. possible! Who would-!" She growled in anger as she went through her mind for any culprits. It couldn't have been Frisk, for sure! Her opinion was very, very strong on that.
She took another step back, into the large bed of golden flowers.
Frisk slowed down to a walk, sure that their friends were behind and not following. Luckily, the elavators were still powered and working. Within minutes, they were at MTT resort.
Not many monsters stayed behind in the Underground, though sometimes humans came by to explore. Right now, however, not many have visited, so the Underground was mostly empty.
Mostly.
Asr- Flowey didn't have a soul. He couldn't feel emotion. Couldn't care. Couldn't hurt. Couldn't even be angry. But Flowey knows when something's up. It's hard to sneak anything by him. Not even Frisk was able to slip by. Flowey didn't care for Frisk, but he owed them. They let him feel love again, even for just a few minutes. And Asriel never let a debt go unpaid.
That's why when Frisk came back from helping Toriel just before they went missing, Flowey couldn't help but ask what was wrong. He knew their expression all too well--
Trapped.
"*Alright, Frisk, what happened?" He asked, voice empty. "*What do you mean, Asriel?" Frisk put that fake smile back on, but Flowey could see right through it. "*You know what I mean. What's wrong?" Frisk shook their head. "*Nothing! I'm alright." If Flowey had eyebrows, one would be raised. It was unusual for them to lie. Maybe... "*Is it about...
Chara?"
Frisk signed. "*I'm going to... take a walk." So Flowey was right. But what exactly was up?
Gaster wasn't sure what to do. Surely, there'd be questions if he were to leave, but he wasn't sure about staying in this basement. What if somneone found him here? Unfortunately, that question was answered as soon as it was asked when he heard a door opening.