The flowers again.

Which meant a True Reset had occurred.

The Fallen Human stumbled up onto their feet, feeling the effects of their Determination wash over their body. Smirking slightly, they wanted to see if anything was different – if something new could be found. Their feet found the door into the next room, where As – no, Flowey, could be found. Stepping through the doorway, the living buttercup could be found. His deceptive face, smiling as always, gazed upon them with a venomous hunger.

"Howdy!" he said, repeating the same lines he did from before. "My name is Flowey; Flowey the Flower."

They waved slightly, playing along with the script, as usual.

"Say, you're new to the Underground, aren'tcha?" he asked.

A nod.

Then… his face morphed, into one of distrust and monstrosity. "Don't lie to me, Frisk," the flower growled.

Their eyes widened – shock, fear, worry, all rolled into one package – and took a step back. Something wasn't right. The player, pulling the strings, was frantically scouring the code of the game, trying to find if any of the values changed. The FUN was at 57, so W.D. Gaster shouldn't appear. But why was the game like this now?

"You must be wondering; 'Why isn't the script running like it should be?'" he mocked. "Well, idiot, here's the thing… something new happened. Before you arrived. The Underground is operating under something far more terrifying than usual now, and committing Genocide isn't the best of options."

They...were trying to prevent something disastrous? But why? Frisk 'voiced' this question to the flower.

"Well, I can't quite explain it myself… but Smiley Trashbag can," Flowey replied, as the sound of footsteps reverberated in the room. Standing in the doorway, in all his glory, was Sans.

"heya, kiddo," the skeleton said. "so, i'm betting you have so many questions running through your bones, right?"

A frantic nod. Then, a pointing finger swapped between the two.

"ah, i'm guessing you're also wondering why i'd work with a weed? well, it was based on our possible, imminent demise, and we established a temporary truce. speaking of which..." he motioned towards the flower, his pinpricks saying an unspoken message.

"Fine, fine… what we're trying to say is..." Flowey hesitated; nearly gagging on his words. "We… need your help, Frisk."

*waves a tiny white flag* Woo.

I appear to have vanished from FFN...that's not good. Let's fix that a wee bit.

So, allow me to explain the reason behind this: Of all the stories of the Undertale Fanbase, there is a plethora of Genocide fics, smut, OC pairings, Pacifist fics, crack fics that are somewhat fun to read, and 'Saving Asriel and/or Chara' fics. That in mind, I had to pull something from the depths, mix it up slightly, and add in a few things that changes the game.

What do I mean? Well, I'll give away one thing; someone else has taken the throne. And, as you may have noticed, there aren't any OCs that exist here. Time to play the guessing game!

It's a short chapter, I know. But I plan on writings longer ones to make up for this.