Would That Make You Happy?

Frisk is your child, the result of a teen pregnancy, but they've always been told that you're their older sister. In an effort to get away from your own abusive mother, the two of you end up falling into the Underground, where Sans is startled by this abrupt change in what had become a predictable pattern of events. Maybe your presence is what is needed to stop the endless cycle of Resets.

After many struggles, both internal and external, you and your found family reach the surface, only to face even more difficulties from the society you weren't sure you'd ever see again. You meet new friends and encounter people from your past, though for good or ill, you're not sure. Sometimes it's difficult to tell kindness from cunning.


59. Flowey

There's a golden flower smiling up at you.

Startled, you jerk back and leap to your feet with a yelp, trying to yank your foot away. But the vine tightens around you and you realize you're stuck. The flower just gives you a placid look, something like amusement on its face.

"Whoa there, pal! I didn't mean to scare you!" he says in a sweet, childlike voice. He tilts his head. "I'm Flowey. Flowey the Flower!"

You force what you hope is a friendly smile in return, pressing a hand to your chest as you take in a steadying breath. Your heart is pounding beneath your palm. "Hi, Flowey. Um, do you think you can let me go?" You give your leg an experimental tug, but the vine doesn't budge.

There's a tickling feeling on your other ankle and your jerk your leg away, crying out in surprise. A second vine that had been trying to wrap itself around your leg without you noticing twitches on the ground. Then, like a coiled snake, it lashes out and wraps itself around your knee, circling up your thigh to lock you in place. Fear and confusion overwhelms your senses, urging you to try and flee but you're stuck.

"I don't think so," Flowey says. His grin widens into something sinister, the golden petals circling his face rippling and swelling like a bird fluffing its feathers. He seems pleased with himself, and panic prickles down your spine.

You open your mouth to cry out for help but your scream cuts out as another vine snaps around your throat from behind, yanking your head back. The pressure on your neck is painful and you suck in a ragged breath, coughing as you feel the tendril tighten. You try to pry at it with your fingers, and you hear Flowey laugh. The sound is familiar somehow, and you realize, with a hollow drop in the pit of your stomach, that you've heard this laugh before. Right as you woke up in that bed of golden flowers back in the Ruins. But what does that mean? What's going on?

"Why?" you rasp, forcing yourself to breathe past the tightness circling your throat, digging at the vines with blunted nails.

"'Why?'" he echoes back at you, giving you an incredulous look. "Don't give me that innocent act, I'm a master at it. You've been screwing up everything with this timeline, and you know what? It's time to start over."

"W-what?" you say, coughing as tears flood your vision from the horrible pain as you struggle to breathe. Your head is pounding and you're starting to see spots.

"You think you and 'Frisk'," Flowey raises his leaves like he's making quotes in the air, like he's trying to imply something about your child, "can just settle down with those dumb skeletons and act like everything is fine? I'm not done with them. And if I have to kill you to get them to Reset so we can try again, then that's what I'm going to do! I'm not going to let you stand in my way anymore."

You don't know what he's talking about. There's a tugging sensation in your chest and you try to cup your hands around your Soul to hide it but it's no use. It slips right through your fingers and hovers there, cracked and vulnerable between you and Flowey. Your lungs are burning and you let out a desperate, choked sound. "Reset? I don't— please I don't understand! I didn't do anything."

The vines around your throat loosen just enough for you to suck in a deep breath, coughing again as Flowey stares up at you with a blank expression, eyes narrowed. Then as you still try to wriggle your fingers between your throat and the tendrils choking you, your wrists are yanked away and bound fast to your sides. The flower sways a little from side to side, an amused smile on his face.

"Did he really never tell you? Oh wow, that's rich. He gave you all those mushy lines about spending your 'future' together but he hasn't even told you what's really going on? That's..." Flowey laughs, baring pointed teeth. "That's pretty cruel. I'm almost impressed."

Something cold stirs in your chest, writhing beneath your ribs and tensing. "Tell me what?"

"'Frisk' has been messing around with time. Repeating their little adventure down here over and over. Oh, no one else seems to remember but me and that idiot skeleton, but... I would have thought he'd tell you. Especially since he 'cares' about you so much." Flowey twitches the tips of his leaves again, mocking. "They've been doing this for, oh, probably a couple years at this point. It's hard to keep track when you're living the same few days over and over again. And everything happens almost the same way each time, give or take a few deaths. But then you showed up. I'm not even sure why. What did get you to act different this time?" His expression is honestly curious, staring up at you and swaying a little on his stem.

"That doesn't even make sense!" you snap, trying to jerk forward angrily but the vines tense again, making you gasp. "You're lying! Sans wouldn't hide something like that from me!"

"Oh? Are you telling me you don't remember all the times that you didn't even come here? All the times that 'Frisk' must have left you behind? Not even a little? I mean, sometimes the others around here, they seem like they remember stuff. Sometimes." Flowey's grin sends a chill up your spine. "Are you sure you're supposed to be down here in the Underground?"

When you were staying at Toriel's house, you felt like Frisk had left you. That you'd waited for them to come back, and they never did. When you came home from work and found Frisk and your mother, hadn't there been a moment where you remembered reacting differently? Instead of comforting Frisk and leaving, you had made things worse instead? Was that... were those moments real? Did you really do that to Frisk?

You feel sick to your stomach.

Your thoughts must be written all over your face because Flowey starts cackling, his face twisting into a menacing, sick and delighted smile. "You see? You're not even supposed to be here," Flowey says, sneering. "And Sans never even told you. That's rich. But that smiley trashbag would latch onto you, wouldn't he? I mean, he must get bored with the same things over and over again, and then you came along. So is it really you that he cares about or just that you're something new? Well, it doesn't really matter. I guess we'll never find out, now will we?"

You don't even have time for his words to sink in before a pair of thin, thorny vines lash out and wrap themselves around the the two curves of your Soul, slipping between the cracks. Sharp, stabbing heat lances through your chest, wrenching a sob of pain from your throat even as Flowey's grip around it tightens. Your Soul feels like it's being pulled apart, you can barely breathe, and the squeezing on your arms and legs is almost too much to bear.

"Don't worry. You won't stay dead for long, I'm sure. The second that kid finds out you're dead they'll Reset. Or, you know what, maybe they won't! Who knows? You're a variable I haven't encountered before, but either way, you're an obstacle that I'm going to remove." Flowey is laughing again, and a ring of white seeds or pellets circle your Soul.

"Y o u." A dark, low and dangerous voice fills the air in the courtyard, and you're not sure if you should be relieved or more frightened. But it's hard to feel anything as dark spots start to swim in your vision.

Flowey's laugh halts suddenly, his eyes going wide. "Not now!" he cries, but then all at once the vines holding you up are gone, and Flowey is vanishing into the soil beneath him. A split second too late, a trio of sharp-edged bones plunge into the ground in front of you as you collapse to your knees.

Hunching forward, you cough and suck in air as you press a hand to your throat, aching even though the pressure is finally gone. You gag and fight back the urge to vomit, forcing yourself to breathe in steady and slow even as you start trembling. You almost died. You had almost lost consciousness and it felt like your Soul was about to be ripped in two. Your encounters with Undyne and Mettaton pale in comparison to this. Everything hurts.

Your other hand flies to your chest as your Soul slips back inside, filling you up but you feel wounded. Vulnerable and weak. Curling over yourself, you grab a fistful of your shirt, squeezing your eyes shut and rocking back and forth.

"babe." Sans's voice is at your ear and you feel his hands on your shoulders trying to pull you to him. "you're okay, i've got you."

You let out a sob, curling in on yourself further as Sans tucks his head next to yours. No, don't... You have to fight the urge to pull away, torn up inside by the possibility that he's been hiding all this from you, ever since you met.

"you're safe. i'm here," he murmurs. "come on i'll take us back to our room."

There's a familiar lurch in your stomach as he slips you both through reality. Left, forgotten on the bench, is your sandwich.

"if i had thought there was anyone here who might wanna hurt you, i never would've let you go by yourself," Sans says, helping you sit back against a mound of pillows on the bed. He's dressed in his normal clothes, but the sight of that familiar blue jacket isn't any comfort. It's like some kind of spell has been broken. The romance of your weekend alone feels far away.

"How did you find me?" you ask him, because you can't bring yourself to ask him what's really bothering you. Not yet. It hurts too much. Everything hurts so much. Tears well up in your eyes again as he looks at you, and you see the guilt etched into the lines of his face. Part of you doesn't care, and that scares you.

"i ran into bo. i came downstairs to find you cuz i thought you were gonna come right back. she said she saw you." Sans shakes his head, gritting his teeth and running his hand down your arm with a tenderness that just makes you want to weep. "it was lucky. if i ever see that fucking flower again i'm gonna tear his petals off and rip him to shreds."

You swallow and it aches, making you whimper despite yourself. It wipes the angry look off of Sans's face and replaces it with something frightened and anxious as the tiny lights in his eyes drop to your neck. "I don't understand," you choke out, pressing a hand to your chest. You're still shaking. "Nothing makes any sense."

"what doesn't make sense?" he asks, voice quiet.

"Everything he said. I can't..." you shake your head, then try to blink your tears from your eyes. "Do you know him?"

Sans looks away, his eyes darkening. You reach to take hold of his hand, squeezing hard to keep his attention. "sort of," he admits. "i've seen him before, a long time ago." He trails off, looking down at your hand.

You wait for him to speak, anger building inside your chest. "Talk to me!" you finally snap, making Sans jump and his eyes dart up to yours. "Stop being so damn vague all the time and just tell me what's really going on, Sans!" You're crying in earnest now, frustration and betrayal cutting deep. "What did Flowey mean by 'Resets'? What did he mean that Frisk has been doing something to time, and that you remember it all when almost nobody else can?"

He stares at you in disbelief, and his expression alone is enough to confirm his guilt. "babe..."

"Please tell me he was lying," you beg him. Your grip on his hand is so tight it's just hurting yourself. "Tell me that you haven't been lying to me this whole time, Sans. Tell me that I didn't really push Frisk away into coming to the Underground without me over and over again."

"i never lied to you," he says softly, hanging his head. "...and i can't start now."

"No," you breathe, covering your mouth with your other hand. "This is too... God dammit." You look away from him as your shoulders start to shake, refusing to release your hold on him. "But you hid this from me. You hid everything. You and Frisk both have. Is that what you talk about when I'm not around? How to keep all this some big secret from me?"

"the kid doesn't remember. every time, it's like the first time all over again," he says, his voice weary and resigned. You think that, maybe, now he'll finally be honest. At least he's not trying to fight you.

"So it's just you, then. You've been keeping this secret. Why didn't you tell me?" You turn to look at him again, anger bubbling back to the surface.

"i hoped you'd never have to know. that there wouldn't be any more resets now that you were here." Sans strokes the back of your hand with his thumb, but he's trembling. "this is the longest one of these timelines has lasted," he mumbles.

"And I've never been down here before? Ever? Frisk's been alone?" you swallow past a lump in your throat, trying to ignore the pain.

"it's always just been frisk. until this time," he says, nodding weakly.

"I want to go home."

His eyes widen, darting back to your neck and up to your face again. "babe you're injured, and not just your body. you need to eat something, get some rest. we've got another night here and i promise i'll keep you safe. just—"

"Sans I want to go home to my child!" you snap, yanking your hand free from his and balling it into a fist.

Stunned, Sans just looks at you for a moment like you slapped him across the face. Then, crumpling with what you can only describe as guilt, he nods his head. "whatever you want, babe."

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