Cover Art: FairyFan94 from Deviant Art

A/N: Good news. I got a new Contract and a new provider for my wifi. So, as long as there won't be another problem, I will be updating at least once every week again.

On a side note, devo342 you misread. Toriel is still alive, Sans didn't let her die. The cry of pain in chapter 2 was Frisks and not Toriels.

Chapter 21 – Angst-Inducing Encounter

Floweys eye twitched as his face morphed back to normal. His patency was running very thin. His mind was filled with a mix of different overwhelming emotions that he tried with his entire mind to get under control. He didn't even understand half the emotions in him, for all he cared he shouldn't be able to feel them without a soul anyway.

But one of the strongest emotions he felt within him was surprisingly not fear, but determination. Flowey was pretty sure that this should be impossible yet there was no mistake on the emotion that coursed through his wines. Though there was one simple problem the flower couldn't figure out. It was really just a question, a simple one at that but apparently the bag of bones was too dumb to answer it for him. And he was supposed to be a wannabe scientist.

'Yea sure a scientist that can't even figure out that he forgot the idiot.' Flowey snorted at that thought yet here he was eyeing the skeleton and trying to awake the memory of Frisk within him. But when Sans turned away from the flower and walked wordlessly out of his lab, Flowey felt incredibly annoyed by the skeleton.

"GET BACK HERE YOU USELESS SACK OF BONES! I AM NOT FINISHED WITH YOU!"

Eyes hollow the flower grumbled various insults under his breath not liking that the skeleton just openly ignored his question and walked right out instead of answering it. But then again he didn't need an answer it was very obvious that the skeleton had forgotten about Frisk. A low frustrated growl escaped him as he stared around the laboratory. "I need to get out of here and find that sore loser!"

The flower wasn't even sure if he meant the skeleton or the human kid with that but he did know that he needed to get out and find answers. He escaped the true lab once, so escaping this secret one couldn't be that hard. So with hollow narrowed eyes the flower started to move his body back and for in the flower pot. He refused to smack his face against a wall anymore since obviously that was not working at all. So now he moved back and for, back and for, back and for in a steady rhyme. Growing more and more frustrated with time until he aggressively moved around in the pot.

"FALL OVER ALREADY!" The flower yelled loudly as the flower pot finally started to slightly wobble and slowly inched closer to the edge of the shelf. It felt like forever for the soulless being till the flower pot reached the edge. A victorious "HAHA!" was heard before a slightly distressed "Nononononononononono!"

Well Flowey didn't think his plan of getting off the shelf through completely. Once he had managed to wobble his flower pot to the edge he didn't think further ahead and so the flower was helplessly crying out 'no's as the pot tilted forward and gravity took effect. The flower pot fell forward and Flowey could do nothing as he was smashed face first onto the working table below the shelf and the flower pot crashing on him.

Dirt and earth spilled over the table along with shards of the broken pot, a muffled low growl was heard before Floweys' head popped out of a small pile of earth and snarled. "Someone is going to pay for this…"

Shaking his head to get rid of the dirt stuck between his petals, he glanced around on the working table he was now on. The ground wasn't that far away anymore, oh Flowey couldn't wait till he could dig his roots through the ground again and appear on random places just to freak out that idiot human kid.

Moving his flowery body forward the soulless flower suddenly fell flat on the table as the earth pile thinned out on the table. A muffled growl escaped him once more as he lifted his head slightly, eye narrowed at the edge of the working table. "I WILL GET OUT OF HERE EVEN IF I HAVE TO CRAWL!"

Floweys face turned hollow and twisted, empty eyes stared with something akin to determination at the edge of the table as the fang like forms of his mouth bore into the table board and pulled as much of his flowery body as possible towards his head. With a push against the table board he lifted his head up and launched it as far forward as his body let him and repeated the action of boring the fang like parts into the working space table. Slowly the soulless being inched his way closer and closer to the edge of the table. He could already taste his freedom…. on second thought that might be the parts he scraped of the table with his mouth.

Finally reaching the edge Flowey spat a few times to get the taste of the table out of his mouth and cursed a certain skeleton while doing so. His face had turned back to normal as he once more glanced around the room. Turning to look behind him, the soulless flower snorted at the pile of earth and shattered flower pot reminds that were supposed to contain him.

"Hahahahaha…" He laughed evilly. "Hope that wipes that smug look of that trashbags face!"

Letting himself fall of the working space, Flowey hit the floor of the secret lab. A low growl was heard because gravity had caused him once more to fall face first. But once he recovered a smug and victorious yet hollow smile graced his face as his roots dug through the titled floor and burring themselves deep into the cold earth and rocks below them. In the blink of an eye Flowey disappeared into the ground and left nothing behind but a pile of dirt and a hole in the ground.

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Papyrus let out a sigh as he watched his brother march through the house and right into his room. It wasn't like this kind of behavior was uncommon for the short skeleton. Papyrus knew that Sans had his days were he refused to talk to anyone or just needed his alone time, but lately days like these occurred more and more often. It worried the taller skeleton, yet he didn't know how to address that matter. Besides it was the first time Sans so openly ignored him and even walked past him without any sort of greeting. Something certainly was not right with his brother. The tall skeleton only shook his skull before looking away from Sans' door and went to the kitchen. A warm meal would surely cheer his brother up from whatever was bothering him.

"MAYBE SOME PANCAKES WILL HELP MY BROTHER…" Papyrus halted in his steps and his skull tilted lightly to the side as confusion crossed his face. "PANCAKES?"

Papyrus was pretty sure Sans didn't need pancakes to cheer up but spaghetti. So why did he think that pancakes would do the trick. Besides he didn't even know how to make pancakes in the first place… or did he? More confusion filled his mind, so much that it made the taller skeleton slightly dizzy. He placed one of his gloved hands on the side of his skull his mind swimming with… with what exactly? Papyrus wasn't sure at all. Shaking off the confusion the skeleton eyes looked at the stove with newfound determination.

"I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL MAKE THE BEST SPAGHETTI MY DEAR BROTHER EVER HAD!" He declared loudly before rushing out of the house to buy all the ingredients. The tall skeleton didn't notice how a flower popped out of the ground near the door of his home.

"So the idiot isn't here…" The flower muttered lowly before ducking back into the ground and disappearing from sight.

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A vigorous sound of a piano echoed around the home of a fish woman before it suddenly halted. It was strangely silent for a moment before the door or her home opened and she stepped out of her home with a large sword on her shoulder.

"You're late! It's time for some training punk!" She half yelled as if she expected someone to stand before her door but there was nobody. Undyne blinked slightly confused as her instincts told her that something was missing. But she shrugged it off. Carelessly she threw the sword back into her home and a crash was heard.

"Che I must be hearing things already." Her hands rested on her hips as she glared at nothing in particular. Her hair swayed in the wind as silence filled the area. From the corner of her eye she could see the dummy eyeing her.

"GHAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I can't stand this silence!" Undyne suddenly roared. "IT'S TIME FOR SOME TRAINING!"

Storming out into waterfall to train the fish woman did not notice how a flower popped out of the ground next to her house. He eyed the dummy and then glanced back at the house that was still intact and didn't look the slightest bit burned.

"Here neither…" Flowey muttered before he duck back into the ground disappearing from sight once more.

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"Oh daring this show will be glorious!" Mettaton smiled as Alphys reattached his arms to his body. The robot smiled and rambled on about how the debut of his new body was going to be the greatest hit in his career as idol.

Alphys smiled shyly giving stuttered replies whenever the robot ask for her opinion or let enough time for her to say something. But her mind wandered slightly. As a strange question seemed to pop up in the dinosaurs head over and over again.

"D-didn't you debut y-your new b-body already?" Her voice was low and quiet as she looked embarrassed away when Mettaton eyed her confused for a second. Though Alphys was pretty sure that she had watched it and that this episode had also hit the highest viewers so far. Besides if he didn't why was she repairing his body now?

"Alphys dear, I think you are mistaking something." The robots smooth voice arose her of her deep thinking. She pretended to be occupied with the readjusting of his arms function but still glanced at him from the corner of her eyes.

"I did not do such a thing my dear." For a moment a thoughtful expression crossed Mettatons facial features. "Though I do admit my last episode got the highest views ever and I can't seem to remember why, perhaps you should see if something is wrong with my memory chip."

"I-I don't t-think…" Alphys voice died down as she fumbled with her claws. It couldn't be his memory, she knew that. His body might be robotic but Mettaton was still a ghost monster in his core. Then again she should have it recorded somewhere but something deep inside her made her feel uneasy whenever she thought about watching the recording.

"Say how much longer till my new body will be finished?" The robot suddenly seemingly uncaring but his head was thrown back and the back of his hand rested on his forehead, a dramatic pose that he did as good as possible with only his upper body and one functioning arm. "I can't let my fans wait any longer. The monsters need their idol!"

Alphys smiled before returning to work on his arm. "I-it will still t-take some time…"

"Well hurry up then dear! I can't bear to leave my fans any longer than needed!"

"Che…" Flowey made a face as he listened to the two from the ground floor. He glared at nothing and ducked into the ground without even the slightest bit of a comment.

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"Frisk… you idiot… WHERE ARE YOU?!" Flowey called out for them as he popped out of the ground by the beginning of waterfall.

But nobody came.

He glared at the ground as he tried to remember all other possible places the kid could be. Maybe he should go and check out the ruins just to be on the safe side.

"When I get my wines on them I will strangle that stupid kid…" The flower muttered, why was he caring about the kid in the first place for all he cared the kid could rot in hell… oh wait right they were going to hell if he didn't look out for the kid. After all, his 'dear' sibling was going to take over and erase the whole underground… if no one stopped them which was probably an impossible task.

A cold shiver run down Flowey's back as fear resurfaced once more. Images of another timeline, of a knife drawing nearer and nearer to his face, flashed in his mind and the flower shook. The phantom pain of his body being hacked into pieces, grinded and smashed into the dirty ground occupied his whole being.

He pressed his eyes shut and shook his head violently, slowly he opened his eyes again. These things weren't happening yet, there was still a chance that he could gain back control over his game.

Movement in the corner of his view caught his attention and flowy turned to look in the direction that led deeper into waterfall. Slowly he could make out a familiar shape in the distance and his eyes turned hollow at the familiarity of it.

"Oh who do we have there!" He spat not looking closer at the distant figure. "YOU wanted to make ME suffer! But guess who will suffer now! You Id-"

The flower froze at the grey child that walked down that path towards Snowdin. They were playing with a knife in one hand. His eyes went wide in fear as he stared at the nearing child. Even though their colors were greyed he could clearly tell that this child was not Frisk.

He didn't dare to move. Their steps were soundless, silence was accompanying them. A strange smile was on their face. It seemed slightly confused. Flowey blinked. They and confused? Yeah right! He backed away and leaned as far back as his could. His eyes focused solely on the closer getting child.

"C-c-chara! I… y-you… how did y-you…" He stuttered as they were in hearing distance. They didn't react to his words and kept on playing with the knife in their hand throwing it up and skillfully catching it again. He watched the knife and feared the worst.

They caught the knife differently this time and it looked like they were going to swing it at him. The flower shut his eyes, waiting for the impact… but it never came. Slowly he opened his eyes again, confused he watched how they kept playing with their knife as if nothing happened. They kept on walking, passing him without even the slightest sign of acknowledgment.

"C-chara?" He stuttered out once more. But they kept on walking out of his vision and disappeared into Snowding. They didn't even look like they saw the monster they passed on their way. Confused Flowey looked, trying to understand what was going on. Yet fear still filled his soulless being and that encounter just fueled it even more. Even if he came out safe from this one it didn't mean he would survive the next one. He needed to find Frisk but more importantly he needed to find out what was going on.

Slowly a new plan formed in the flowers head as he duck into the ground and hurried towards Snowdin. Alone he probably could not be able to find out anything, but with the help of a certain skeleton he could.