Consequences (Part 7)

Consequences Part 7



Frisk stumbled into the living room where they found Toriel and Sans curled up on the couch eating pie. Toriel was reading a book. Sans was asleep. It seemed as if they had made up rather quickly. Suddenly, Toriel looked up from her book to see Frisk sneaking into the kitchen.

"Frisk!" She called out. Frisk spun around. "There is no need to sneak around my child. I have a slice of pie waiting for you on the kitchen table." Frisk blushed with embarrassment. They quickly thought up a good lie on the spot.

"Sorry mom," they said quietly, "I was worried you and Sans would still be angry." Toriel frowned at Frisk, somewhat embarrassed from behind caught by their child.

"Frisk, you know that we were not angry at you, right?"

"I guess so." Frisk muttered, trying to keep Toriel from figuring out their lie. Toriel stood up, got on one knee and hugged Frisk tightly. Somehow, that always made them feel better. Toriel stood up and patted her child on the head.

"Now, you may take your pie to your room if you'd like." Frisk nodded excitedly. They took the pie from the table and turned toward their room, before giving Toriel a big smile, and closing the door behind them. Toriel laughed to herself.

"Silly child," she laughed.



Frisk carefully carried the pie into their room and shut the door behind them. They set the steaming pie in front of Flowey, who's eyes lit up at the sight of it. (They had a strangely low appetite that day) He grabbed the fork and shoved a piece of the pie into his mouth. He coughed, the pie burning his throat. Frisk chucked nervously.

"You may want to wait for it to cool down first." They suggested, sitting down on their bed next to him.

"Are you kidding me!" Flowey said, shoving more into his burning mouth. "I haven't had pie like this in forever! I'm not waiting for anything! NOT EVEN IF IT BURNS MY ESOPHAGUS!"

"Ok! Ok!" Frisk whispered loudly, making a forceful hand gesture. "Just be quiet, okay? Someone could hear you."

"Yeah?" He asked with his mouth full. "So what? Best case, Mom gives us more pie. Worst case, you reset."

"No, Flowey! We can't reset. Sans is here too." They whispered. Flowey froze mid-chew.

"What the hell is Smiley Trashbag doing here?" He whispered, panicked.

"I-it's kinda a long story." Frisk said ,embarrassed, rubbing their head. "But if you just stay quiet we'll be fine." So Frisk and Flowey silently sat in the room for a while, Flowey continuing to eat the massive piece of pie. Frisk wondered what happened when a flower ate actual food. They mostly eat sunshine don't they? Flowey didn't appear to have a stomach. Frisk decided it would be in everyone's best interest to just let him be and ask later. Frisk let their mind wander for a while before coming upon the all too familiar reset memories. Frisk's face fell.

Flowey noticed Frisk looked somewhat crestfallen and he snickered.

"I don't care how sad you look." He smirked, "I'm not giving you any pie." Frisk said nothing. Flowey raised an eyebrow (though he did not have eyebrows he made the facial expression of someone who's eyebrow was raised) "You can go get pie if you want it, you little brat. I'll wait. Just quit pouting, alright? Geez." Frisk continued to ignore him. Flowey looked gown nervously, "This-this isn't about pie is it?" Frisk opened their eyes, still facing the floor.

"I tried to ask Mom earlier but-" they clenched their fists. "Can you tell me about Chara?" They asked. Flowey gave Frisk an illegible expression.

"Didn't I tell you enough at the entrance of the ruins?" He asked coldly. "I made sure you found Alphys' lab too. Didn't you watch the tapes?" Flowey paused, his voice changing, "Or during your Genocide run when I told you the story?"

Frisk lifted their head, facing the wall. The They had a feeling he remembered. He always remembered. Frisk remembered Flowey's words when they reset after tearing their soul from Chara.

"Really, Chara? Well, do what you will."

Then after the barrier was broken, he criticized them for quitting. He accused them of only saving everyone so they could see how much they were taking from this world.


"So?" Frisk said quietly, "You do remember what happened don't you?" They asked, "It wasn't a true reset so...." Flowey saw tears of anger forming in their eyes. "You kept calling me Chara. It wasn't just Chara in that body, Flowey. I was there too. I had already made it through the underground, but.....I wanted to save YOU, Asriel. And that's when she took over...." Tears were falling down their face. "I need to know Asriel. I need to know why she did it! Why she hurt them!" Frisk muffled their scream of frustration into a pillow. It turned quickly into anguished sobbing. The tiny voice inside Flowey was begging him to do something, to comfort Frisk. But he couldn't feel any sympathy in his heart. He paused for a moment, trying to think of what he could say, if he really wanted to say anything.



"Chara and I used to go sit in an area near Waterfall and stare at the castle from a distance." He said quietly, "I used to think that the view was breathtaking." Flowey paused, unsure of what he was feeling. "When I first found Chara, she was crying terribly. She had fallen down from the surface and was screaming for help." He chuckled lightly, "She looked like a big mess. At first, I thought it was because she was so badly injured. Her leg was bent in the wrong direction." Frisk looked up, face stained with tears. "I found out later that wasn't the case." Flowey looked at Frisk, smiling sadly. "I told you she didn't climb the mountain for a very happy reason."

"She wanted to....." Frisk began, "She wanted to disappear. S-she wanted t-to-"

"Die." Flowey finished sturdily, "You know Frisk, since I became a flower, the only time I felt actual emotion was when I thought Chara was back. I felt...happy again. But Chara...she changed after she died. She never would have hurt that many people. Actually, before you reset I thought she might actually have killed me." Flowey chuckled nervously. "Whoever that was.....WHATEVER that was.... wasn't my Chara." Flowey's expression was blank.

"W-why did Chara hate humanity so much, Flowey? Why did she have to kill everyone, have to get to the surface, to destroy them?" Frisk was trembling now, but had stopped crying.

"She had been hurt, abused by people on the surface. I remember when she showed me the scars on her back, as we sat by the castle." Flowey shuddered slightly. "I was so afraid for her. Chara told me that she was disgusted to be apart of that race." Flowey paused again, clenching his leaves. "That's when she told me that when I found her, she was screaming because her suicide attempt had failed." Flowey looked back at Frisk warmly, "The real Chara wasn't bad. She was just hurt. But this Chara isn't the same. She wants to kill."

"I still have nightmares about it." Frisk said quietly. "It's my family. And I watched them ALL die." It was at that point Flowey realized it wasn't him telling the story. It was Asriel. Asriel was the only one with that much compassion. It seemed as if all the love he had felt in that moment was gone, and he was back to being unable to care.

"Well at least you have YOUR family back." He said coldly, "My best friend is dead and my family thinks I'm evil so...." Even Flowey didn't understand why he said what he did next. "I don't know why you're complaining." Frisk looked at him confused.

"W-why? Why would you say something like that?" They asked, "Why? All I ever did was care about you!" They felt angry now. Why would Flowey open up to them only to criticize them a minute later?

"Listen kid, I can't care about anyone, remember? I don't have a freaking soul anymore! The last time I absorbed souls, I could actually feel but they weren't MY souls Frisk! I gave them back like a good monster and now I'm back to this." He slumped up against the wall. "A soulless, emotionless flower."

"Flowey!" Frisk cried, "can't you at least ACT like you care!" Sans' words suddenly echoed in Flowey's head.

"you know, you could at least act like you have a soul."

Flowey cringed thinking about the smaller skeleton.  

"Flowey!" They yelled getting his attention.

"W-what?" He asked waking from his flashback. Frisk sighed, throwing their hands in the air angrily.

"FINE! Don't act like you care! Don't do anything!!!" They ran out of the room slamming the door.

"Frisk!" Flowey called out. But he realized that there was nothing he could say. He didn't feel sorry. He had no words of encouragement. He didn't even know why he called them. Little did he know it wasn't him who called.





"Mom." Frisk demanded coldly. Toriel was napping on the couch, but Sans was gone. Frisk needed to see him. "Mom!" They said louder. Toriel snorted awake. She rubbed her tired eyes and pushed her reading glasses back into place. She looked groggily up at Frisk.

"Y-yes my child?" She asked yawning, "is there something you need?"

"Where is Sans?" They demanded coldly. They suddenly felt a terrifying pang in their soul as they realized something from a distant memory. They sounded like Chara, right before she killed Toriel; their cold, emotionless demands. A small gasp escaped from Frisk's mouth. It was enough to be detected by Toriel's mother radars, but not enough to worry the tired monster.

"He left a few minutes after you went to your room. Why? What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" They said, a little too quickly. "I wanted to tell him something, that's all."

"Well he left about 30 minutes ago, so he should be home by now. You may stop by their house if you wish."

"Really? Thanks Mom!" They hugged Toriel tightly before running up to the door. As they gripped the doorknob, Toriel called out to them.

"Frisk?" She asked.

"Yeah Mom?"

"Are you sure you're feeling well? You have not acted like yourself these past few days. And you felt a little bit warm a moment ago." Frisk gave a weak smile. To be honest with themself, Frisk was feeling a bit feverish but there was a more pressing matter at hand. They opened up the door and looked at Toriel.

"Mom, you worry too much!" They laughed before rushing out the door to find Sans.





Sans was resting up against an old oak tree 1/4 mile from his house. He thought about walking the rest of the way but seemingly gave up while he was 5 minutes away.

"not worth it." He though to himself.

He sat against the tree watching the children play. Some human, some monster. Sans had never been on the surface this long before. Part of him expected Frisk to reset, to wake up in a snow laden house. Yet he always woke up in a bed, made by his brother, sun shining through the window. Frisk had seemed to look up to him. Almost like.....a father?

Either way, it seemed impossible for Frisk to willingly hurt someone. And possession....the thought kept making him sick. He remembered the screams from his dream last night. Could they have been Frisk's? Sans often dreamed about other timelines. Yet it was always very confusing for him when he woke up.

Sans looked up to see the tiny child running on the road beside him.

"well!" He said loudly, catching Frisk's attention. "speak of the devil." Frisk pivoted on one foot and turned around at the sound of Sans' voice.

"Sans!" They cried running to the skeleton.  "A-are you ok?"

"yeah i'm fine." He grunted struggling to get up. Frisk offered their hand and he took it. "just lazy. care to walk me home kid?" Frisk nodded and the two started back on the road towards the skeleton's house.

"hey kid are you feeling alright? you look a little "sick" of something right now."

"Probably a fever or something but that isn't important right now." Frisk quickly said, keeping their head down. "We need to talk." Sans sighed clenching his fist slightly. Not a time for puns he thought.

"you gonna have a panic attack this time?" He asked in a joking manner, but his voice was cold. Frisk shook their little head.

"But you already know most of it don't you?" They asked. "It was never a true reset so..."

"yeah kid." He said calmly. "I remembered you. and something inside me told me to keep pap safe. i don't know for sure what happened, but if you fought me kid, then you really messed up." Frisk was trying hard to control their breathing. They didn't want to cry in front of Sans again.

"I-I talked with Flowey before we left the underground...." Frisk knew telling Sans about Flowey living in their house would probably make things worse. "How much do you know about Chara?" Sans froze in his place. He knew about Chara. The princess of the underground thousands of years before he was born. He had only heard stories about Chara. She was the first human child to fall to the underground but she was dead! How did Frisk know?

"i don't know much about her kid." He said faking being nonchalant, "she was a human like you, adopted by tori and asgore, but she got really sick and died." He paused thinking about Tori. "lost a son too. name was asriel, because you know asgore can't name worth-" Sans made sure to filter his language in front of Frisk. "crap." He finished, "carried the human up, and was attacked by the surface natives." Sans looked at Frisk warmly. "that's why tori freaked on me earlier. can't do that sort of thing to her. the old girl kinda has the right to worry, y'know? she's lost too much." Sans realized he was getting way off track, and Frisk wasn't looking much better.

"why do you ask about chara again?" He asked. Frisk was silent. "frisk?" Sans looked back to see Frisk standing behind him in the middle of the road. They clenched their stomach while breathing heavily. Sans ran back and supported the writing child with his arms. "hey! kid, you feeling alright?" He asked, trying to hide the panic in his voice. Oh God, this couldn't be happening now. He needed Alphys.

"S-sans," they whimpered feebly, "I f-feel sick. I think I'm gonna throw up."

"hold on one second kiddo!" Sans tried to teleport but something was interfering with it. Frisk suddenly gave a horrible cry of pain before collapsing on to the ground.

"SANS! SANS! MAKE IT STOP!" They screamed terribly. They were in a mix of sobs and screams as the buried their face in Sans' jacket. Sans tried to comfort the child with his trembling hands.

"teleport! teleport dammit!" He thought to himself. There was a human hospital not far from here. But could HUMAN doctors help if the child was being torn apart from the inside? No. He had no other choice. Their life was at stake here. He picked the child up and started to run as fast as he could.

"oh god, we'll never make it." He whispered



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