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You can be a Good Person

Chapter 1: 9999

Frisk lost count of how many times she had left the underground and saw this same night sky.

Over the horizon, the mix of yellow and pink marked the beginnings of a new day.

But no. Not like this. She will never welcome a new day until she gets this right.

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Frisk woke up in a bed of flowers.

She was greeted by a golden flower wearing a frown on his face—disappointed in her return.

Flowey left, wordlessly.

Frisk muttered an “I’m sorry” that reached no one’s ears.

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"if we’re really friends, you won’t come back.”

I’m sorry, Sans.

“Go to hell.”

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Frisk stayed in the Ruins, slept next to Toriel each night, and never left.

The door to the exit was destroyed.

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Dust caked on her hands.

It was an accident, I swear.

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Opening her menu, a black figure with glowing white eyes appeared before her. It said nothing, but it watched her intently.

It was frightening.

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The Monsters were freed once again.

It’s been three days since the barrier was broken. Frisk hasn’t opened the menu since. Even as she was sprawled out on her bed in Home, she was restless. Her mind blank, yet her heart heavy.

There was pie waiting next to her on the carpet. She didn’t really feel up to it at the moment.

She looked to her windowーwhere a golden flower in a pot sat.

Then, Frisk got an idea.

»»—————————　♡　—————————-««

It's been three days since the barrier was broken. Asriel had regressed into a flower and was all alone in the Ruins. Though back to his ‘soullessness,' his memories of feeling from the latest ending prevented him from doing anything drastic.

So he quietly looked up at the hole where golden sunlight poured onto him.

He could hear the birds from the outside world chirping.

He could hear the faint sounds of rustling leaves from the trees.

He could hear…

He could hear footsteps getting closer.

Flowey turned around. Immediately, his expression turned sour.

“’sup, weed?”

Flowey turned away with a sound that gave Sans the impression he wanted to puke. “Get out of here, smiley trashbag.”

“nice to see you too.”

Flowey grumbled. He really didn’t want to deal with him, of all people right now.

“aw, c’mon. don’t leaf me hangin’ like that. i’m just here to have a little chat with ya.”

Flowey still refused to look. “Why don’t you take your terrible humor someplace else? I’m not interested in anything you have to say.”

“i wouldn’t be that way if i were you.”

Flowey jerked. The skeleton was now right in front of him.

Sans smirked. Even the freaky glare the flower gave him only made him more amused.

“so, heard ya often get visitors here other than me?”

Flowey scowled. Sans’ grin became wider.

“and you were expecting her, weren’t you?”

“I don’t ask her to come here, if that’s what you’re being such a drama queen about. AHK—! ”

Grabbed by his stem and forced out of the ground, Flowey faced eye to eye with the skeleton.

“well, i’m not about to tolerate that.” Sans winked his right eye shut, watching him with the one Flowey knew meant hostility. “and knowing you like to, heh, plant certain ideas into people’s heads, i’m afraid i have to take action sometime.”

Sans tightened his hold around his stem. Flowey choked, unable to even yelp, but gave him his meanest glare.

"that being said..." His left eye glowed. “you better back off, weed.”

Absent of any grace, Sans dropped him back to the ground. Flowey gasped and shot an angry look at his worst enemy.

“I don’t even want her here.”

“don’t care. just don’t step out of line.” Sans’ smile was gone. He turned his heel and headed towards the door.

“Or what? You’re gonna give me a bad time?”

“ciao.” Sans waved him off.

Flowey glared at his retreating form. “For who are you doing this for?”

Sans snapped himself out of sight.

»»—————————　♡　—————————-««

Sure enough, Frisk visited Flowey.

It was the fourth day since the barrier shattered. The Monsters were still busy gathering their things at this time, so no one knew what awaited them beyond the mountain. Frankly, neither did Frisk, she told him.

Flowey barely had memories of other times, but she often went to him whenever the run was over. Whenever he asked her why, her most honest answer was because all she had left were her thoughts, and she’d rather not have that. For some reason, Flowey couldn’t tell her to scram.

Her knees tucked to her chest, Frisk sat next to Flowey under the light that entered the Ruins, bombarding him with her endless questions. However, something was…

off.

“Do you ever wonder if Mettaton separates from his body when he wants a break from his stardom?”

“No.”

“You’re right. I doubt he minds the constant attention. Do you think it’s possible though?”

“No.”

“Right. Oh, by the way, this time around, I got to set up Burgerpants with Bratty and Catty at the MTT resort restaurant. Turns out, it was way better than the dump. It took some convincing though. They really do only go if there’s garbage involved.” She laughed.

"..."

“And also, I finally got to watch Season 2 of Mew Mew with Alphys for the 30th time and noticed that—”

“Okay, enough with the useless chit chat. What are you really here for?”

Frisk stopped. Flowey watched her smile fade as she brought her gaze to her knees.

Her silence afterwards was akin to a paused mixtape—abrupt, unnatural, leaving the room empty.

Shoulders slumped, hair covering her eyes, she sighed.

“Do you want to come with us to the surface?”

Flowey stiffened. “What?”

He suddenly felt really nervous. And really hostile.

“Okay, hear me out.” She must have sensed that, because she quickly got to her feet. “I know you told me you can’t go back, but I thought long and hard about it the entire night. Before you start calling me an idiot, please let me explain.”

She took a step towards him. Flowey bent back.

Frisk tried giving him the kindest gaze she could offer. “I’ve already talked with Toriel about it, and, though she was a bit...uh, dicey about it at first, I eventually got her to agree.”

She reached over to her items. Flowey felt himself go numb at the sight of an empty flower pot in her hands, being offered to him.

“You can live with us on the surface, Flowey,” she said, smiling.

Flowey was unable to respond, eye twitching.

“I know that...it must be very overwhelming for you, and I understand I’m pushing my boundaries by doing this...” Her fingers curled around the flower pot. “But you don’t really want to stay down here forever, do you? I just want...to give you the chance not to. So, how about it?”

Flowey shuddered, thrashing violently in place. Stifled growls rumbled as his stem contorted rigidly, trying to contain a surge of violent tendencies he wanted to act on.

Was it really him that someone had to tell to back off?

“Okay, look. ” Slapping his leaves on the ground, he forced a smile, though it felt like a sneer. “I can’t feel anything. You know what that means?”

“Yes, but—”

“It means I will never care about who I end up hurting. Do you get it?”

“I know that, but—”

“Take me anywhere you want, there is nothing you can do to save me.”

“It’s not that I—”

“I already told you that it’ll be useless and a waste of time!” he yelled. “You either drop this conversation now or go away!”

“Flowey, just listen and—"

A sharp pain smacked straight into her shoulder. The same time the flower pot shattered on the ground, Frisk fell to her knees.

She hissed, pressing her fingers to her new wound. The pellet Flowey shot her with fell to the ground. Her eyes followed the patches of blood forming on her sweater, down to the red streaming down her fingers, dropping next to the broken pieces of ground and ceramic. Frisk lifted her gaze. Flowey was undeniably angry, but he also looked…

annoyed at himself.

“I told you my memory of compassion would keep me from my usual tendencies,” he said, “but that doesn’t mean I’ll hesitate to put you to your place when you get on my nerves.”

Frisk looked at him, golden eyes begging. Flowey glowered.

“Now, if you don’t have anything better to do, then get out of my sight. This is your last warning,” he said.

Frisk clutched onto her wound. Flowey watched her carefully. Although her knees shook, she managed to get up, pulling out a Cinnamon bun.

YOUR HP MAXED OUT.

Frisk released her fully healed shoulder. Taking a deep breath, she said, “Then tell me how I can help you."

The words made Flowey's head snap up, his glare dropping.

“I’ve been doing this for more times than I can count. But I can never seem to figure out how. I’ve tried and tried again.” Something about the way she said those words told Flowey they held a different weight.

“So right now, let me hear it from you. How can I help you?” Frisk asked, a fierce desperation in her eyes, despite the quietness in the way she spoke.

But Flowey only wanted to scream anything synonymous to ‘ NO! ’

You CAN’T help me! There’s no way anyone can.

I’ve already accepted this. Just make her go away.

Just make her go away.

“I believe…”

She jolted him out of his trance.

“That even the worst person can change,” she said. “That anyone can be a good person if they tried.”

Frisk locked her gaze to his. “And Flowey…I promise I believe you can be a good person.”

Stop SAYING that! he wanted to scream. No one can fix this! No one who tried ever could!

He had to get her to scramble away and fast, before he could allow himself to delve into these thoughts more than he should.

Then, beyond her, his eyes caught something.

His hostility spiking out of nowhere, Frisk tried to reach for him. “Flow—”

She gasped, jumping out of the way when a rain of pellets came after her.

“What the—” Frisk stumbled back. Though unscathed, she was still on edge. “Flowey?!”

“So it was in your plan to get my guard down and let that trashbag have his way with me, huh?!”

Frisk drew a sharp breath and turned around. There was a figure behind the pillar—where two bright pinpricks bore into them, the left emanating a faint electric blue light.

“Sans!” Frisk swallowed.

The skeleton quietly stepped out of the shadows, but the atmosphere around him brought them nothing but unease.

“so,” Sans’ grinned blackly at Frisk. “places to go, huh?”

Frisk swallowed. His pinpricks were like daggers to her throat, keeping her voice stuck in it.

Sans directed his glare to Flowey. “i should have kept in mind flowers didn’t have ears for listening.”

“You’re not one to talk, smiley trashbag.” Flowey challenged his eyes with his own.

Frisk put an arm in front of Flowey. “Sans, before you assume anything, let me explain. Just don’t hurt him.”

Flowey growled. “No one said you could be my meat shield, you worthless human!”

“back away from the flower, kid. it’s not him you should be worried about.” Sans narrowed his eyesockets.

Frisk shook her head and kept her arm up. “I’m just trying to talk to him. Please, let me fix this.”

Phalanges forming into fists inside his jacket pocket, his smile hardened.

“look kid. i don’t want it to seem like i’m disregarding your efforts altogether here, but i heard talk about anyone being a good person. and, if i can be perfectly straight with ya? that flower’s chances are as good as dust. do you understand where i’m coming from?”

“Sans…” Frisk pursed her lips.

“now back away, and no one needs to get hurt,” Sans said, like it was a conclusion.

But Frisk stepped forward. “Flowey can live with us on the surface!”

Sans stopped, looking at her like she had spoken an entirely different language. "what?"

“He can live with mom and me and when we all manage to adjust to life on the surface I promise you it will all be alright! We can live peacefully! No one needs to get hurt right now!” she yelled. As Flowey watched her, he had to wonder what could have motivated her to be this desperate.

For moments, Frisk's low, hitched breaths ebbing into the spaces was the only sound in the Ruins. Sans stood still, even as they steadied, leaving all between them silence and a plea that hung between Human, Monster, and freedom.

Then, Sans’ cold laughter echoed in the room.

“heh heh heh…i’m sorry, but i really gotta ask,” he opened his eyes, and there was nothing but blackness that accompanied his grim smile.

“W h a t k i n d o f g a m e d o y o u t h i n k y o u ’ r e p l a y i n g h e r e,

h u h, k i d ?”

Frisk flinched. The air that hung around them was now heavy with a tension that had her heart stammering against her ribcage.

“You’re living in a fantasy if you think that that flower has any chance of redeeming itself. You really think that in a flash of pretty words, it’ll magically find compassion, and the capacity to retract its vines from the people it wants to hurt?”

With each word, the aura around him grew more and more ominous, as if to drown Frisk in it. Even if she opened her mouth, he didn’t allow her to try.

“I will not take my chances, kid. I have made many exceptions for you, but this is where I draw the line.” His smile disappeared. “You fought hard for a peaceful life on the surface, and you’ve gotten it. But while I can help it, I won’t let you ruin it yourself by letting this murderer loose around us.”

“We...we just have to try,” she said, but her voice was weak.

Sans’ smile, more and more contemptuous, returned. “be honest, kid," he said.

“will you really let us stay on the surface long enough for that to happen? because we've been doing this for way too long, and it's the only thing you never seem determined enough to do."

The color in Frisk's face vanished, as if the words themselves caged her in ice.

“if it isn't gonna last long, at the very least, could ya let us have some peace of mind before you drag us to the bottom of the earth again?”

Frisk's gaze was low. Whatever will she had, any words to respond with—anything she thought she could give him—were lost.

"so what's it gonna be, huh?" His smile had gone from cynical to sinister. "will you choose a future, or are you gonna keep playing with everyone until you get the ending you want but just can't have?"

“Here’s a better idea.” A hiss came from right next to Sans’ face. His eyesockets went wide.

Vines wrapped around Sans’ arms and stuck them to his sides—violently, like Flowey had every intention of breaking his bones then and there.

“You won’t need to worry about the future.” Sans struggled, his curses muffled by Flowey’s solid grip as his vines crept inside, dangerously close to where his SOUL was housed.

“Because I’ll make sure that your future ends within the next few minutes!” Flowey’s fiendish laughter was the most piercing sound in the room.

In several fast motions that left Frisk too stunned to move, Flowey had his vines wrapped all around Sans. He thrashed to get him off, wrapping himself around in magic. He teleported to every corner of the room, but Flowey latched onto him more and more tightly each time. Frisk called their names, shouted for them to stop, but they moved too fast—it was taking all her effort to whip her head around just to follow them.

As he continued to cackle, Flowey’s vines made it to Sans’ SOUL and grabbed it with his vines with all the force he had to crush it.

But as soon as Flowey came in contact with Sans’ SOUL, an immense sting of pain surged through both of them—an electric shockwave slicing their heads. They both screamed.

Gaster blasters fired, singeing the walls.

Bones and pellets flung around, flew into the pillars and cracks of the Ruins.

Vines pulled, wrapped, and slammed against everything they could touch until the sound of breaking rocks thundered across the hollow.

It was all Frisk could do to get out of the way of their unceasing attacks. Dodging every bone and pellet, rolling away from the blasts, jumping away from rocks, and healing herself until there was nothing left in her items to do so.

Flowey and Sans’ pained screams bounced off the walls with the cacophony of their magic blows as they tried to pull themselves off the other. It grated on Frisk’s ears, debilitating her like blood rushed out of her head, bringing her to her knees. The ground shook, rumbling with the rocks that fell around her. Frisk's hands came up to her ears and she shut her eyes tight. The blinking lights from blasters and the pounding forces that rattled her where she lay made nausea creep up her chest and terror twist in her stomach.

So Frisk tried calling for help.

But nobody was near enough to, so nobody came.

Cracks from breaking concrete and solid rock came. The Ruins were crumbling from the blows of the two most powerful Monsters in the Underground.

Frisk tried to call for the two of them again, until she saw her remaining 2HP.

In another desperate attempt, her bruised hands shaking, Frisk opened her menu. The load option was not available anymore. It never was after the barrier was broken and she cursed it.

Then just above her, as she watched large boulders of debris fall towards her, she did what instinct told her to do.

A swipe of her hand, and she pressed the RESET button.

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