Praying for a Chance to Make up for Mistakes
Flowey didn’t turn around at the sound of the door opening nor did he turn around at the sound of footsteps. The humans have long since given up on trying to get him to talk or explain to them the source of why he could talk. So, he didn’t even bother acknowledging the human.
“Flowey.” Frisk breathed, feeling so many feeling welling up in their chest at the sight of the flower. They mostly felt relief. He was alive, their brother was alive.
The flower flinched at the mention of his name. He was confused, none of the other humans called him Flowey, and he refused to tell them his name. How did this human know it? Carefully turning around, he came to look down on a blond kid, around the age of a teenager looking up at him with wide eyes. Tears shone in the corner of their eyes, and Flowey narrowed his eyes.
“Who are you?” he snapped, glaring at the kid. He didn’t have the temperament to deal with kids right now. Instead of flinching at his tone the kid’s smile grew bigger. They seemed happier that Flowey had yelled at them. This human was weird. “Go away, I don’t have time to deal with you right now.” He growled out giving them his scary face and hoping it would go away. He turned away from the human and waited for the footsteps that told him the kid was leaving but they didn’t.
“Is that how you’re going to treat your savior?” the kid laughed, confusing the flower even more. What reason did the kid have to get them out of here? “What don’t you recognize me?” Should he recognize them. “After all, in this world it’s kill or be killed, why would anyone pass up an opportunity like this.”
Flowey froze. Those words sounded familiar. Of course, they were familiar, they had a good couple of resets saying them after all. But Frisk was dead, they hadn’t been able to load a save without resetting the whole universe years back, and they had kept their promise to that stupid skeleton and died. Frisk was gone. They didn’t come back, they were dead, so why? Why was this kid saying the things that only Frisk should know?
“Asriel.” The kid sighed and that was enough for him. Frisk had kept their promise and told noone about who he really was. He suspected that Sans knew, but he couldn’t really do anything about him since the skeleton knew things that no one else did anyways. Flowey spun around to face the kid full on and threw himself against the glass.
“Frisk!” he cheered smiling down at the kid. Frisk grinned back at him, and Flowey took the chance to take in the fact that Frisk was alive, and they were here to get him out.
“Move back,” they warned him pulling out a stick that he had seen the other humans waving around, and Flowey saw enough to know to follow the advice. He moved as far down the tank as he could and when he was far enough away Frisk exploded the glass. Flowey ducked down to shield himself from the shards flying around, and when he pulled his head back up Frisk looked very satisfied with their destruction.
“Really?” he snapped. Frisk only shrugged before reaching up into the tank towards Flowey. He wrapped his roots around the kid’s wrist and allowed himself to be pulled out of the tank and into freedom. Frisk held him close to their body in a makeshift hug, but Flowey got the message. “Alright, I missed you too kid.” Frisk smiled down at the flower before their face went serious.
“Where are the souls? Do you know?” Flowey flinched at the mention of the massacre that happened on New New Home. He did know what happened to the souls however, he was there when they were experimenting. For some reason the humans thought it would make him talk if he saw what was happening to his ‘friends.’ They didn’t know that Flowey hated everyone in the Underground. The exception being the child who had died years before the attack, and Chara.
“Yeah, I know, but Frisk I don’t think you’ll be able to get them back, they threw them into this portal thing. The humans kept calling it a veil, they said nothing has ever come back from it.” Flowey tried to say but Frisk wasn’t really listening to the warnings.
“Just tell me which way and I’ll go.” Frisk replied, putting Flowey into the backpack on their back that they brought in case they found the souls. They ran back into the hallways and waited for the doors to stop spinning, before asking Flowey which direction they thought was the right way. Flowey closed his eyes and concentrated, if he did, he could feel the subtle remnant of soul magic coming from one of the doors. It was a good thing that he didn’t have a soul, it made it easier to find other souls. Flowey pointed the door out to Frisk and they went through it.
The room they entered was big, but there wasn’t anything in it worth nothing except for a large arch way against one of the walls. A thin curtain of something translucent flowed around it, and for some reason it was calling to Frisk. They didn’t have time to think about what ever that thing was, Flowey had said that the souls were thrown into it. If it were sentient, like the calling and general feel of it would suggest, then maybe they could ask for the souls back.
Just to make sure, Frisk gently pushed Flowey deeper into their backpack. Then they stepped closer. The pull of the veil was getting thicker the closer they got to it, and it took all their effort to resist the pull. “I ask for my friends back. They were given to you without their consent, they were ripped from their bodies.” Frisk faltered remembering the frozen statues standing in New New Home. “Please.” They whispered. The veil did nothing, but the pull did stop. So it can react. Frisk waiting a little bit longer and still nothing happened.
“Frisk.” Flowey peaked from under the flap of the backpack, Frisk’s shoulder were shaking.
“Please!” Frisk cried, feeling tears well up in their eyed. “Just give them back. I can’t reset I don’t want to go back to the Underground. I cant go back to them fighting me!” their throat started closing up making it harder to speak as they held back the tears.
“Frisk, It’s okay.” Flowey tried again, reaching out a petal to touch Frisk’s shoulder in comfort, but it only made them flinch. They had failed to protect them, and Flowey was comforting them, they didn’t deserve comfort.
“I have died over and over again, I have had more chances than anyone. I have killed so many of them, so many times. If anyone deserves their fate, it’s me.” Frisk cried, tears now freely flowing down their face as they fell to their knees. “Please, take me instead.” They pleaded clutching onto their chest where their soul resided. They didn’t have the ability to cause a battle, that was only Monsters. Chara did, but Chara was dead. It was weird to know what their soul looked like but had never called it out. “Please, just, give me back my family.” Frisk sobbed. They were pleading with an inanimate object. Hoping it would respond, but what had they expected? Maybe they were going insane.
Frisk sat there sobbing, wrapping their arms around their shoulders gripping on tight enough to leave marks through the hoodie that they always wore. Flowey sat there watching Frisk sob and felt bad for the kid. There was so much that had been thrown at them too early. So much responsibility. They’ve had it since they fell into the Underground. It seemed like all of it just fell onto this new life of theirs.
A heavy pulse of magic came out of the veil just then followed by a garbled voice. Frisk flinched at the sound, not able to comprehend anything that was being said, but the volume was hurting their ears. Flowey understood what was being said, but he was confused. There was only one person he knew that spoke in Wingdings, or was there? It was hard to remember, there was someone he was forgetting. Who was it? Frisk’s gasp pulled him out of his thoughts, and in front of them was a skeletal hand reaching out of the veil.
A bunch of garbled words came out of the portal then, but only Flowey understood. (“The trade is unnecessary, take the souls keep my sons safe.”)
Frisk stood back up, preparing to defend themselves and Flowey should it be needed. Instead of an attack, Monster souls started flooding out of the veil. Frisk gasped, watching as they circled around them in greeting. It was when a familiar ultramarine souls comes out and nuzzles at their jacket confused, that they actually start breaking down in tears of happiness.
“Oh, My, Merlin. God. Whoever.” Frisk sobbed, cupping their hands over their mouth to muffle it. “Thank you,” they called to the veil. “Thank you.” They stood there watching the souls flit around them in awe, they actually couldn’t believe this was happening.
Flowey was shocked to say the least. He felt like his eyes were playing tricks on him, but it was real. The souls were right in front of him. He couldn’t believe it. “Wow” he sighed. Staring at the colorful hearts floating around him. He heard Frisk let out a heartbreaking laugh, but he knew that they were really happy, so he didn’t bother comforting them.
They both jumped and spun around when the door to the room they were in burst open and Harry Potter and co ran in, followed closely behind by a bunch of Death Eaters, and Lucius Malfoy.