When the barrier broke, and once that perfect sunset had changed into night, Frisk went back to the Ruins once again, to see if she could catch one last look at Asriel. However, by then, he was already Flowey once more, and he greeted her with a sarcastic grin, obviously noticing the disappointment on her face.

"I did tell you," he said caustically.

"I know," she agreed, sitting down in front of him. "It's okay."

"Oh?" he said, his voice still dripping with sarcasm. He moved closer to her, and when she merely blinked, he stopped, mere centimetres away. "Is it?"

"Yes, because I have a proposition for you."

"Big words for such a small brat."

"You're really not one to talk," she replied, smiling a little, especially when his expression turned sour.

"So what do you want, Ch-Frisk?" he asked, looking annoyed.

"I want to make a deal with you, and I want you to keep it."

Flowey smirked. "Please. Why would I make any deal with you, let alone keep it?"

"I dunno," Frisk said honestly. "It's a long shot, but I want to try anyway."

Flowey was silent for a moment, obviously curious but not wanting to show or admit it. Then he said, "Well, you can ask, but that doesn't mean I have to agree."

Frisk nodded. "That's fair," she agreed. "My deal is this: if you leave everyone alone and stay in the Ruins without interfering with everyone or anyone, I'll visit you every single Friday and keep you company, tell you stories, and keep you up to date about what's going on."

Flowey stared at her. "Why would I ever agree to that?!" he demanded. "It's boring and stupid!"

Frisk looked down at her hands, trying to think of a way to answer that. It was true, in a way; Flowey got very little in return for giving up very much, but it was the only solution she had to keep everyone safe from his meddling.

"I don't know," she said finally. "Maybe see it as a challenge?"

Flowey blinked, surprised by that. It was a good answer.

"Plus, you won't miss much, because I'll tell you everything, and I'll even tell you stories from the surface."

"Like books?"

Frisk nodded. "I could read you books, yes."

Flowey considered this. "Every Friday? No matter what? Even if you're sick?"

She nodded. "Even when I'm sick."

"But why would you think I care so much about you to uphold a promise that rips my freedom away?" He smirked again. "So many people are on the surface, and they have yet to meet me."

Frisk made a face. "Exactly. Which is what I'd prefer to avoid, if you don't mind."

"I do mind, Frisky," he answered sharply, his smile now grim. "I do mind quite a bit."

"Then say no and do what you want," Frisk snapped, frustrated by the name-calling and his obstreperous attitude. She got to her feet and turned to go.

Flowey's smile faded, and he looked up at her with a curious expression. She waited for his refusal, her stomach clenched and her heart hurting.

But then he surprised her and said, "Every Friday?"

"Yes, Flowey. I promise. So long as you do, too."

Flowey eyed her closely, then said, very slowly, "Alright, then, I accept."

Frisk froze, unsure if she heard him right. "You do?"

"Yes, I do, you idiot. Are you too stupid to understand?"

"No, I'm not!" she protested. "You're just a liar is all."

"True," he agreed, almost proudly. "But are you? There's only one way to prove it, right? I'll be waiting for Friday. If you don't show up, well..." He grinned, not a pleasant gesture. "The deal is off."

"That's fair," she said again, barely able to believe what she was hearing.

"Now get lost, Frisk," he snapped. "It's not Friday, and I'm sure you have better things to do, don't you?"

Frisk smiled. "See you Friday, then, Flowey."

"We'll see," was his reply.