Consequences (Part 9)

Consequences Part 9





Frisk has been gone a long time, Flowey thought. And being literally "planted" in his place, he had no plausible way to escape their room. The boredom was winning him over once again.




The flower growled angrily, summoning his bullets. He started out by just shooting at the door or the wall.  It eventually became target practice for him. He knocked over a few items on Frisk's dresser just for fun, including a picture of a flower hanging from the wall. Flowey was unsure why Frisk kept it. Chara drew it. That drawing.....



...



Flowey could feel himself getting more and more frustrated. Bullets were flying in every direction until suddenly, a bullet ricocheted of the wall and hit the table Flowey was sitting on. The table came down with a crash, knocking Flowey onto the floor.




"AGH! Oof!!" Flowey cried slamming face first into the floor, the flower pot smashing into little, ceramic pieces. He was about to get REALLY angry until he turned to see that the drawer on the table had opened. A glimmering light was coming from it. Curious, Flowey crawled up next to it, his roots dragging limply behind him. He reached his leaf hand inside, and grasped the shining object. He lifted it up to the light and found that the object was quite familiar.




He held a gold chain with a small, golden locket, in the shape of a heart, hanging from the end. There was an ornate pattern with the delta rune weaved into it engraved on the heart. It was the same one he gave Chara many years ago. Shaking, Flowey opened the locket. Inside was a small picture. His mother and Father were standing in the back. In the front was a young Asriel and Chara, holding bouquets of flowers. They looked so happy.




"Why does Frisk have this?" He growled. "It has the highest defense of any armor in the underground!" Flowey looked back sadly at his family's heirloom. "I gave it to her. It was supposed to protect you Chara." He whispered.




Flowey slipped the necklace over his head and twisted it around his neck so it wouldn't fall down his stem.




Suddenly, the door to Frisk's room opened up.


"What IS all the racket up here?" Flowey's mother questioned, "Did Frisk let a bird in through the window?" As Toriel stepped into the room, she gasped at the sight of the mess. "What the h-" Flowey turned around, shocked. Toriel looked down, startled by the culprit. She paused for a moment, in shock.


"I-I cannot believe it," she whispered, "it cannot really be YOU?" Toriel looked dumbfounded.

Did she really remember him? Her son? How? How did she know? Did Frisk tell her who he really was?


"M-mom?" He said quietly, but was quickly interrupted.


"You are the flower that hurt Frisk." She said, slight anger in her voice. "You are the one that hurt EVERYONE!" She was yelling now, a flame growing in her eyes. She summoned a fireball in her hand. Flowey gasped, cowering as Toriel stood over him. Flowey cringed and shut his eyes tightly.


Suddenly, a bouncy happy tune emitted from Toriel's pocket. Flowey couldn't help but think of dogs when he heard it for some reason.

"Oh my god!" Toriel growled, "that stupid dog changed my ringtone! I need Frisk to fix it!" She pulled out her cellphone, much to Flowey's relief.

"Sans!" She growled, "What the hell do you want! Now is not the-"

"tori, it's frisk." Said sans

"Frisk! What on earth happened? Are they okay?"

"they're in the hospital."

"The hospital?" Toriel cried. Flowey could only hear her side of the conversation. Why was Frisk in the hospital?

"their appendix ruptured or something. I-I'm sorry tori, they're-"

"They're what Sans??" Toriel was crying now. Flowey almost hated seeing his mother cry.


"they're in-in a coma, tori." Toriel started shaking through her tears. "frisk needs you here right now tori." Toriel sounded like she was sobbing. "hey, come on. a-answer me alright? t-tori? it's ok, just say something, please?"

"I'll be there Sans." She whimpered before hanging up the phone.


"Is Frisk um, alright?" Flowey said quietly.

"BE QUIET." Toriel growled. "Do you really think YOU have the right to ask about MY child? Not after what you did!" Flowey almost felt like a scorned child again. The flames in Toriel's eyes were growing, but the anger slightly subsided.


"I need you to come with me to the hospital. I cannot leave you here to cause MORE trouble." She said, lowering her arm down to the ground. Flowey hesitantly climbed up her arm and wrapped his roots tightly around it. He could feel Toriel's heart beating at inhuman speed. Oh God Sans," Toriel said under her breath. "If they are not okay, I really will kill you." Flowey did not doubt her.






"W-what are you d-doing h-here?" Frisk whimpered. "P-please just leave m-me alone! Pleasepleaseplease!" Frisk was crying, trying to hold back their fear. Chara stepped closer to the small child, relishing in Frisk's feeble cries. Frisk curled up into a ball covering their ears and gasping heavily.


"Come on, Friskie Frisk!" Chara giggled, "You remember me don't you?" She kneeled down in front of Frisk, the poor panicking child.


"StayawayStayawayStayawayStayaway." They whispered. Chara was enjoying herself far too much. She felt as if she was finally in control of Frisk again. It felt so incredibly good.


"It's me!" She whispered into their ear.



"Chara," she laughed as frisk whimpered. "Come on Frisk!" Chara folded her arms and pouted, "It's no fun when you just sit around and cry. We need to talk! Catch up! Don't you remember?" Frisk sat up shakily, trying to be brave. "We almost destroyed the world together."


"Chara," Frisk whimpered, "what did you do? Where am I? What did you do to everyone?" Chara shook her head and laughed coldly.


"Do you not remember what happened Friskie?" She giggled. "This isn't my fault, Frisk! Your own body is turning against you!" Chara was bouncing up and down with excitement.


"W-what are you talking about?" Frisk cried. Their mind was racing, so that concentrating on anything was near impossible. Everything felt so fuzzy. Chara couldn't control her manic giggling.



"Friskie! You fell down!" She grinned, "Like the monsters say! You fell down! You fell down!" Chara sang in a high pitched voice. "Don't you remember? Your organs exploded inside you!" Chara was covering her face with her hands, full of horrific joy. "Even your vessel knows that I'M the soul it needs." Chara jabbed Frisk in the stomach with her finger, causing them to squeak pitifully. "Oh dear Frisk, you NEED me right now! Or else your body is going to give out. And with your fleeting determination, the possibility of a reset will be none!"


Frisk looked at Chara, lost. "Oh Frisk, don't you get it?" Chara asked, "The more depressed you become, the more grief that weighs on your shoulders, the weaker your determination becomes." Suddenly, Chara's eyes grew dark, like only her sockets remained. "If you die now, Frisk..." She hissed menacingly. "YOU ARE NEVER COMING BACK." And she was gone. Though Frisk could still hear her horrific voice echoing in the distance. Then there was silence.



Frisk looked around for Chara, but there was no sign of her. They could feel their eyes filing with tears again. The idea of staying here, alone, forever, it raced through their head, causing panic in their soul.



"Chara?" They trembled, "C-Chara! Please don't do this...don't leave me alone." They were breathing heavily, in a panic. "S-sans?" They sobbed quietly. "SANS PLEASE HELP ME!!" They sobbed, covering their tear-stained face with their hands. "Please! Please! I'm scared. I don't want to be alone." Frisk whimpered. Then, they let out a loud, heartbreaking scream. "SAAAAAAAAAAAAANNS!!!!" And then, broke down again, sobbing and shaking.




"Sans?" Chara asked coldly, her voice echoing through the void. "Have you already forgotten what that bag of bones did to us?" She asked, placing a phantom hand on Frisk's shoulder. "Or do I need to remind you?"




Frisk looked up to see Sans standing a little ways off, his arms open.




"This-this isn't real." They whimpered, "He can't be here."




"kid, it's me, ok?" He said. There was pain in his voice, sorrow in his eyes. Frisk shook their head, backing up. This was Chara's trap. Sans beckoned them closer. "frisk, please. it's ok. me and your mom are waiting for you out here. you can't stay here kid! the demon has control here! you need to get out! FRISK! GET OU-" and he was gone, evaporated into dust.




"S-sans?" Frisk whimpered,




"you should have listened to him kid." Said a voice from behind. Frisk gasped as they felt their soul being lifted up. They struggled quite aimlessly around, until they were spun around to see another Sans approaching them. "that sans, was your one chance to free yourself from this hell." He said coldly. "but it would seem that you want to stay here with me." Sans laughed seeing Frisk struggle against his  magic. "well that's fine with me." He said, lifting the small child higher. "and here, there is no 'game over', no HP, no stats, no LOVE. i couldn't kill you if i tried, and trust me, i will be trying. here, you'll be having a bad time..." His eye sockets grew dark. "F o r   a l l   e t e r n i t y." Then, slamming his hand down, Frisk fell hard to the floor. Blood fell heavily from their mouth and nose. The metallic taste was sickening.It was a blow that would have killed the child of only 20 HP. Agonizing pain filled their small body, and this time, their screams escaped them.



Frisk's wail was agonizing. Music to Sans' ears. The pain from Frisk' genocide fight was all too familiar, the feeling of every bone in their body being smashed to dust. Somehow, the sound of their own scream made the pain feel even more realistic.




"S-sans," They whimpered weakly, "p-please stop t-this. We're f-friends r-re-remember?" Sans paused, flames growing in his eyes.




"friends?" He asked, "we're 'friends' now?" He lifted Frisk up off the ground again, rage building in his soul. "do you really think that i am THAT stupid, kid?" Frisk could feel their breaths getting shorter. Sans was suffocating them. "do you really think, that after everything you did, we could really be FRIENDS?"



"S-s-sans," Frisk fought with every living moment to catch a breath.



"i could never forgive someone like you. you hurt so many innocent monsters." He growled, "so many BEGGED for your mercy. THEY HAD FAMILIES FRISK! DID YOU EVER THINK OF THAT?"


"I d-d-di"


"Y o u   k i l l e d   m y   b r o t h e r   y o u   l  i t t l e   f r e a k." His voice became like gravel, though every sound was blurring together in Frisk's mind. They struggled to hold on to their consciousness, reaching out to Sans' soul. But they were too weak.




Finally as Frisk felt themselves ready to slip away, their small body was thrust into the opposite wall. They hit it with a sickening thud, and fell to the floor in a broken heap. Frisk felt the dull haze of death passing over them, but it would never come. Not here.


Sans approached the pile, hands in his pockets. He looked at the pitiful child, gasping feebly. As they struggled for air, the very pain of their own broken body weighed them down. Sans gave the child a hard kick in the stomach, watching gleefully as they writhed slightly in agony. The emotional and physical stress Frisk endured, it was more than enough to fill the skeleton's sadistic greed.



Sans, however, was taken aback as the small child lifted their hand weakly, to grab a fistful of his shorts. He paused for a moment, unsure of how to make of this. He felt something tug at his heart, a distant memory from another, happier timeline. But Chara was in control, and nothing would stop her now.


Frisk lifted their heavy eyes, up towards their friend. They found that Sans was no longer standing before them. In their fingers' grasp was the fringe of a green sweater.


"C-Chara?" Their voice was simply a whisper. "W-why?" Chara grasped Frisk by their sweater, pulling them up to their knees, forcing them into a kneeling position.


"Frisk," she said, her voice warming. "I don't want to hurt you, I really don't." She put her other hand under Frisk's chin, forcing them to look up at her. "You really could be a great partner, I know. But you make it so hard. So insistent on being good and kind....." Chara paused, her voice growing colder. "The real world doesn't care how nice or sweet or kind you are." Chara's grip on Frisk grew tighter. "The world will tear you apart if it wants to. People will hurt you and break you down for their own enjoyment and pleasure. So why BOTHER with mercy? It will give you nothing but pain and death in the end." Her voice turned angry and harsh, while her teeth clenched. "This world.... Will break nice kids like you, down to nothing."



Chara unhanded Frisk's sweater in frustration, letting them fall to the floor again. Frisk groaned quietly in pain. They prayed for this nightmare to end. They pushed themselves up off the floor and looked feebly up at Chara. She had her head turned, trying to control her angry breathing.


"Frisk," she said her voice calming. "Please, we were such good partners at one point." She looked back at Frisk withło a genuine, warm smile. "Please Frisk," she extended her hand offering to help them up. "Join me." She said, insanity coursing through her eyes. Hesitantly, Frisk grasped her hand.













Toriel bounded through the hospital doors, flames dancing at her feet. Flowey sunk behind her shoulders in fear. Humans turned their heads gasping and pointing at the sight of the angry monster. Her voice became deep and menacing.



"WHERE IS MY CHILD??? She boomed. Her voice seemed to make  the entire corridor shake. The male doctor in the corner simply sighed, frustrated. He approached the monster, still looking at his clipboard.


"You must be MRS. Dreemur then?" He asked frustrated.







Sans sat in the chair next to Frisk, in a dreamless sleep. He still gently grasped their tiny hand, even in slumber. He was startled awake at the sound of the door opening. It was quickly followed by a short, pained gasp. Sans lifted his drooping head to face the sound. Toriel stood next to Frisk's doctor, who quickly exited the room and shut the door behind him. The child's mother was failing to muffle her sobs behind her hands. Tears poured involuntarily from her bright eyes.




But it was the thing hanging from her arm which caused Sans to stand from his seat, dropping Frisk's hand. His first reaction was to demand what the despicable flower was doing there, in the room, with a weakened and injured Frisk. But Sans held onto his anger for a moment, seeing the sorrow and fear in Tori's eyes.


Toriel ran to the side of her child, collapsing onto her knees. If Flowey had a soul, it would be aching right about now.




C-chara? P-please wake up........ I-I don't like this plan anymore!!!


......


N-no, I.... trust you Chara.....



The words echoed in his pounding head. They looked so much like Chara....lying there, helpless and sick. And trusting her.... it brought nothing but grief to the whole family. Even his own death, where he had learned.... "In this world, its kill or be killed."



"F-frisk...." She whimpered, taking her child's hand. Sans was still staring shocked at Flowey. He had also noticed Sans, remembering their last encounter, and tried hard to control his breathing. Toriel had her head bent over the floor, shaking.



"h-hey tori," sans stuttered. "h-how about i uhhh... take the flower outside and leave you alone for a minute." Sans began to lift the flower with his magic. He gasped trying to grab back onto Toriel.



"D-don't be gone...l-long, please?" Toriel cried, still facing the floor. Sans nodded his head, carrying the flower into the hall. Toriel needed some comforting right now but Flowey had to be dealt with first.













He took the flower into the hall and teleported him outside the hospital he dropped him into the grass of the courtyard, letting him burry his roots into the soil. Though he kept a magic barrier around the roots to prevent his escape.


Flowey sighed, relieved to be back in the ground again, still wary of the skeleton looming over him.


"W-w-what do you want?" He asked, failing to sound intimidating. Sans sighed, putting his hands in his pockets.


"Didn't I give you a clear enough warning to stay the HELL away from here?"


"Couldn't tell with all of the overwhelmingly bad flower puns." He grumbled quietly. Sans grabbed his throat angrily. Flowey tried to burrow away from his hand but hit the magic wall with a thud.


"why were you with toriel?" He growled furiously. "what were you doing in that hospital?" Flowey choked trying to answer Sans' question. He almost seemed to enjoy watching the weed suffer. "was it because you knew they were vulnerable? or what? what is your excuse?"


"F-frisk let me in t-their h-house you j-jackass!" He growled. Surprised, Sans released the flower. He summoned a blaster and sealed the flower inside a blue, fluorescent box. Flowey cowered in sight of Sans' all too familiar weapon.


"that naïve kindness will get them killed," he muttered under his breath. "but i won't let you take advantage of them, weed." The blaster whirred with power. Flowey tried to explain that Frisk had OFFERED to take him in, but Sans wouldn't hear it.


"SANS WAIT!!" He begged, knowing chances of a reset were slim. Without another word, Sans sent a white hot blast loose over the flower. He gasped in the burning pain.


As the white light faded from his eyes, Flowey found Sans again standing before him. He was......alive? How? Sans was looking smug. Flowey checked his stats. 9/40 and dropping slowly. He looked back up to Sans, frightened.


"consider that my FINAL warning, weed." He said, eyesockets dark. "stay away from frisk. tori, pap, all of them. stay the HELL away or i'll finish the job next time." He turned to walk back to the hospital, before looking back at Flowey. "5/40?" He chuckled, "you may wanna be careful on your way home. this time..... you aren't the one in control."


Flowey blinked and Sans was gone again. His magic prison was broken and he was surprisingly, still alive. His tiny body ached though. He felt weakened, the draining stopping as he reached 3 HP. He strained to move his roots around, flinching at every slight movement.


That Smiley douchebag would pay for that stunt. But he was right. Flowey didn't have God-like powers of save and load. Though he remembered previous timelines better than Sans did. He was forced to sit back and watch the world be run by some snot-nosed, inexperienced little child.


He wasn't in control anymore. But he knew how to get it back.

 N-no. Frisk hasn't done anything n-not really!

"No, they've done everything"

You can't hurt them!

"You're right... I can't. I'll have to more then that. I'll have to destroy them."

Don't you remember feeling that aching compassion for them? For your sister??

"They aren't Chara..." Flowey said, ending the conversation in his head, "NO ONE could ever replace her."




Flowey stared up at the 3rd floor of the hospital, smiling maniacally.






Won't be long now