My name is Frisk.

Despite everything, it's still me. (AU post-Chara monster-ified Frisk) (They/them or he/him pronouns) (Icon by @clumsylizardchild!)

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itsmeflowey:

* Mmm. Asgore and “Dad”… You sure this “Dad” will help?

[ ✱ Flowey turns his attention away from the pair, feeling less chilled to the metaphorical bone as they entered the waterfall. Somewhere deep down, he remembers coming here, once. That wouldn’t be too outstanding, but it wasn’t… Right. Sans was there, and they had gone together. But he wasn’t… a flower. He was himself - as he should be. Alive. Asriel. And seemed… Sick. He’d called Sans “Big Brother”. How ridiculous. As off putting as these… ‘memories’ were. It was… Impossible. He’d known Sans as a young child when he was alive, yes, but not the present-day Sans. Without thinking, the flower softly mumbled his thoughts, a jumbly mess of the memory he recalled.]

* Have we been here before..? That can’t be right.

“He’ll help.” Frisk says. When Flowey starts losing himself in memories, however, the boss monster turns his attention away. This isn’t his business, and he knows it.

So instead, he amuses himself by sending sparks of magic into the crystals nearby, watching the colors dance across the echo flowers and the occasional face of a Temmie in hiding.

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itsmeflowey:

* Owch. Yeah, that sure sucks. 

* Still… doesn’t really make sense as to your change in heart. You humans sure are oddballs.

[✱ Sans’ melancholy shuts the flower up. He almost says a mean comment about how she should have been dead anyhow, but decides that would not turn out well for either of them. That and Sans mentioned subduing Asgore. Holy shit.]

* mm…

* So what’s the plan once the souls are secured? Sans will have to be the one to break the barrier. A monster soul is needed too, after all.

“That depends a lot on Asgore and dad.” Frisk says. “But he should have seven souls just from the ones in the castle. I don’t think mine will even be necessary- but if it is, it’s not like it’d be the first time I trusted him to hold it.”

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itsmeflowey:

[✱ Flowey sighs, hunkering down into the dirt filled hoodie so only his eyes and petals are peeking out.]

* Ever realize you might be determined for the wrong reasons?

[✱ He sighs begrudgingly at both the dismissals towards any BAD TIMES. It’s almost like he was trying to sabotage himself. To force them not to trust him. To give up. It sure wasn’t working.]

* … Paars? The… Purple soul. So that’s who you’ve got. Huh.

[✱ The bitter blossom rides quietly, only making a few quips and insults, but nothing more. It seems he’s more focused on the locket, Frisk having loaned it as a peace offering seemingly pacified the flower from trying anything.]

“It’s occurred to me.” Frisk replies, curtly. He doesn’t look at Flowey when he says it. “I decided that’s not the case around the time I got stabbed through the chest by your father.”

Pause. “Speaking of, I’m gonna have to believe that you and dad can keep Asgore busy, Carmen. If he sees me... well, he’ll probably have some uncomfortable questions.”

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itsmeflowey:

[✱ Frisk… Really seemed certain about that. Like they could even get this mess sorted out… And take him too. It was odd. Why bother after what he did? It didn’t make sense.]

* Geez… You’re still on that whole ‘SAVE everyone’ thing? Sheesh.

[ ✱ A tiny yelp, now scooped up by Sans. Hilariously, his first instinct isn’t to lash out but to make sure the locket doesn’t fall. He is deposited into the fluffy (now dirty) hood. It really is cozy.]

* H-hey!! Careful, numbskull!

[ ✱ Flustered Flowey]

* Aren’t you worried about this arrangement?? The last time I was this close to your shoulder things went pretty BAD for you.

[  ✱  A huff, cozeying up in the hoodie hood.]

* Are you REALLY sure about that? The souls can only do so much..

“Do you actually know what the meaning of Determination is?” Frisk asks, hands on his hips as he walks. “You should know better than to ask me about giving up on things.”

Downstairs to the door, which is not in the best of shape. Frisk steps lightly. Splinters are no joke. “If you try anything with him, I’m pretty sure I can overpower you even if he can’t. And, dude, we’ve got a full extra soul this time. Last time the barrier went down pretty easy with just the normal number, once we actually got to it.”

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itsmeflowey:

ask-sans:

[* He blinks a few times before shrugging again, approaching the planter box on the floor. Gonna gently pick it up. Flowey was welcome to shift up into his coat instead.]

* eh. i can do it. it’s slightly less catastrophic if i get turned into a puppet, anyway. * plus i can keep him warmer than you can, even with your whole “i’m a literal furry” advantage.

[✱ Flowey clutches tightly to the little gold locket with his gay little roots wordlessly, looking from one to the other as they spoke. He did possessively hold Frisk’s peace offering closer as Sans strode towards the planter.]

* Oooor you could let me go on my merry way~? I mean, you two seem to have this all handled, right?

[✱ A groaning sigh as the planter is picked up, knowing that likely wouldn’t be the case. Can’t say he didn’t try. Flowey is unaware of the unsaid offer to hitch a ride on Sans at the moment as both these hooligans knew fire magic. A tiny snicker at the whole ‘furry’ thing. ha ha furry boy.]

“You’re coming with us.” Frisk says to Flowey. Firmly. He slips his bag back on, then sighs. “One way or another, we’re getting you to the surface. Then we can figure out what else needs done.”

He goes to the door to hold it, nodding to Sans. “Let’s go rescue dad from Asgore, then we’ll figure out what else to do.”

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itsmeflowey:

[✱ Flowey flinches away from Frisk, hesitant. This could be a joke. He doesn’t say no to the peace offering, looking down to the dirt. If they decided to place it in the box, he wouldn’t refuse. He also wouldn’t verbally ask for it, as that was a weakness in his mind.]

* … Do what you will.

[✱ He glares at Sans a bit, but doesn’t respond.]

Frisk pauses, then turns to place the amulet beside Flowey, in easy reach of his vines. “I can carry him if it’s easier on you. As long as he doesn’t mind being that close to me.”

Another pause. Deep breath, exhale. “And as long as I don’t wind up with a vine trying anything.”

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itsmeflowey:

ask-sans:

[* Sans finally wandered his way back upstairs, giving a soft tap-tap against his own bedroom door before opening it. Courteous, at least when it came to the whole “narrowly avoiding a dead kid” situation. He enters and shuts the door quietly behind him, giving a sigh as a catch-all greeting.]

* kid, we better get this shit done in the next day or undyne’s gonna somehow manage to skin both our asses. * i told her you were a friend and that i wanted the day off tomorrow so we could hang out. she wants pictures and a report in exchange because of course she does.

* Daaaarn. If only he did.

[✱ Flowey snickers, being courteous and looking away for Frisk as he got dressed. The clinks of the locket force his eyes too it, unable to hide the forlorn gaze towards it.]

* I wasn’t. I know who that belongs–

[✱ The knock catches his attention, falling quiet. As Sans enters with his sigh-hello. He simply listens, watching the two. Good ol’ Undyne. He couldn’t help a sneer. One day to undo all of this? That was a good joke.]

“One day is more than enough.” Frisk says, ignoring Flowey’s taunting. “We’ve already got two souls. I’m sure dad can convince Asgore to hand over the others, we just need to get in touch with him. You reckon he’s still at the castle?”

He runs a thumb over the locket, then offers it to Flowey with one hand, picking his bag up with the other. Despite its enchantment, he’s willing to part with it for now- a peace offering, maybe.

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itsmeflowey:

[✱ It’s difficult for Flowey to look away from the locket. The little gold piece of his long dead past sat there, so close yet so far away. It only served to remind just how similar Frisk had been to him - To Asriel. The little flame indeed held a deep resemblance to his parent’s own magic. Flowey, not wanting to outwardly show just how he was… “feeling”… Tried to speak, but his voice cracked.]

* You have magic too, huh? Sheesh, got anything else new to show off?

[✱ Faking the lock. Brilliant, really. Frisk never ceased to surprise him… Perhaps that’s why he wanted them to come back. To do this forsaken dance one more time. In a perfect world - at least his perfect world - perhaps that would have been so. But here they were, Frisk the spitting image of what he could never be, and him trapped in Sans’ nasty trash bedroom. It was hard not to be jealous, envious of the fallen human.]

* Pfft. That’s pretty much a given.

[✱ He hesitates, trying to avoid looking at Frisk and the Locket.]

* It’s quiet… Ya think Sans bit the dust?

Frisk shrugs, taking his pants off, and taking great care not to flash the flower. He replaces the wet clothes with another pair of pants from his backpack and a dry t-shirt, then stretches. “Always death with you, huh? No, if Sans ate it she’d be up here. He probably just chased her off and then fell asleep or something.”

He packs his bag again, pausing, then turning to Flowey with the pendant. “In case you’re wondering, this wasn’t yours.”

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itsmeflowey:

* None in you though, right?

[✱ Flowey huffs, pushing the cup of water so it would dump into the soil. It was a bit humorous that Frisk was a ‘monster’ now, wet dog smell only confirming that fact. Chara had always poked fun at him for it. Chara. He was about to speak again when the locket came out, effectively shutting him up. That was… That had belonged to Chara. He remained quiet, eyes on the locket. Frisk spoke, tearing his focus from it briefly, but he was still distracted.] * Weird for a guy made of fire, hah. How’d you even get close to… to the fire exit?

“None in me, no.” Frisk says, and blinks, one ear lifting. Undyne might still be there. He shrugs, after a moment, and starts to take his sweater off with his back to Flowey. “Lots in the snow.”

He holds his hand out and demonstrates his fireball- it’s not much to look at, but the resemblance to Toriel or Asgore’s is there. In truth, he’s been self-teaching based on what he remembers from fighting them. 

“He taught me how to fake the lock once. Not this one, I suppose, but it was him all the same. He didn’t like it when I broke in, but I’ll take an annoyed Grillby over a murderous Undyne.”

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itsmeflowey:

[✱ Flowey had been zoning out, simply listening to the ruckus. Frisk’s entrance shouldn’t have surprised him as it did ( and likely wouldn’t have if they had their original body) but he still jumped a bit. However, that does not stop him from chiding frisk]

* Geez… What happened? No spears anywhere right?

[✱ As Frisk handed over the generous offering of one (1) tiny water cup along with a few words, the baleful yellow blossom’s face scrunched just a bit.]

* Ung. Seems you get the same problems we do now, huh?

“Spears everywhere.” Frisk confirms. He pauses, then frowns. “What? Oh, the fur. Oh.”

He sighs, going over to his bag and opening it. He sets the all-too-familiar locket to one side, then his shoes, and starts pulling out a change of clothes. “Yeah. I got thrown into the snow by Grillby for running through the Fire Exit. He’s got a real arm on him.”

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[[ @itsmeflowey ]]

Frisk finally returns to the bedroom, a towel draped over his shoulders. He’s carrying the promised water for Flowey, looks a little more stressed out than he did before, and smells like wet dog.

None of this stops him from delivering the little plastic cup to the planter. Flowey can figure out how to ingest it, he figures. “Hey. Sorry that took so long.”

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ask-sans:

[✱ … get stopped by a decidedly small skeleton, who was holding his hands up in a vaguely defensive manner. If nothing else, he gives Frisk ample time to escape into the house.]

* w-whoa, whoa, undyne, where’s the f–.. well, bad question. uh. hi.

* evvvvverything okay out here?

Frisk darts past Sans, collects his jacket, and rushes inside! His first task is to find a towel and dry his fur, because he’s starting to smell like the dogs do after patrolling Waterfall. 

And nobody is happy with that.

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undynty:

The movement of the good good dogs draws her attention towards a pale hint of monster, and then they’re gone, Fire Exit flapping behind them. Undyne….. cannot go through the Fire Exit, and furiously blasts back out the front door, leaving it swinging. Back out into the cold wilderness. She’s starting to tire, though. Her breathing is getting ragged and her strides shorter.

Frisk is bodily thrown out of the backdoor by an angered Grillby, crackle-muttering something about shed fur in his kitchen and how dare-

He doesn’t stick around to hear the rest. He sprints around the building, throws a fireball to get Undyne’s attention (it splashes down in the snow behind her) and starts running for Sans’ house, gasping for breath. Unlike Undyne, his body contains muscles, and they’re starting to ache and complain about his behavior. His pawpads are scraped from the skidding he did earlier (though not too badly), and his fur is damp from the snow. 

Sans better be available to defuse this, he thinks, or he’s in big trouble.

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undynty:

She glares at the patrons and stalks in, shutting the door behind her with a definitive click. She takes her time walking to the middle of the room, pivoting when she gets there. * Somebody just ran in here. They lied to me about their identity, and I intend to…. clear that up. * Hand them over. Her foot is tapping, and she’s breathing hard.

Frisk knew the Dogs wouldn’t hide him forever, but this was pretty quick. As soon as Undyne asks, they start to part from in front of him.

Except Lesser Dog. Reliable, trusty Lesser Dog. The Greatest of Lesser Dogs. Frisk has been steadily, stealthily scratching the dog’s side, and its extended neck gives him just enough cover to lunge for the Fire Exit.

Undyne’s first hint that he’s gone is the enchanted kitchen door rattling as he zooms through it, a fireball in one hand to allow himself passage. There’s only one exit from there, out to the back near the disposal, but he’s gambling that he knows the way back to Sans’ house from there well enough that Undyne can’t catch up first from her position.

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undynty:

She doesn’t destroy Grillby’s door, thankfully, but she does slam it open hard enough to shake the rafters. A menacing silhouette in the doorway, earfins flared and hair billowing, she takes the following startled silence of the bar to rake her eyes across the diners, searching for a glint of white.

Frisk is entirely obscured by the dogs and their table.

* Where are they.

It’s not a question. It’s an imperative.

Frisk stays obscured as much as possible. Lesser Dog is an excellent aid for this, it turns out.

Good dogs are worth their weight in gold.

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undynty:

The glint of her eye is a spark against the pale snowy background, and as she charges she looks ferociously excited. The first of the fireballs nearly makes her lose her footing as she ducks, but it turns into a sweet slide as the second wafts above her to meet a spear.

* Get back here!!

Spears dance and scatter and she bolts forward with a deep guttural howl, closing the distance step after step, leaping wholeheartedly over the rumpled snow where Frisk had turned. A spear embeds itself in the snow next to him, Undyne leaps forward to try and grab the kid, and lands in a brand new puddle a little more than knee deep. She tumbles into the snow, pantsleg completely soaked. Is she shivering or trembling with emotion? It’s hard to tell.

Oooh, she’s closing. Frisk zooms into Grillby’s. Lunchtime crowd, perfect. He sidles and slides his way through, giving the bartender a sheepish grin, and ultimately winds up disguised among the pile of fluff that is the Dogs’ table. 

They’re playing poker again, apparently. From here, Frisk can see the Fire Exit, and he can also see the front door. Undyne, he hopes, wouldn’t dare throw a spear in such cramped quarters. He takes the opportunity to catch his breath, and the dogs give him a knowing look. Panting is accepted here.

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undynty:

She manages to avoid sliding directly into a snowbank, but she leaves quite the trench after her as she scrambles after Frisk. Is she whooping? Yes, yes she is. Whooping and hollering something that sounds vaguely like “stop, the royal guard compels you!”

Spears materialize as she runs and fire loosely towards him, glancing shots almost meant to herd him and not to injure him. They sizzle in the snow when they land but vanish after a few seconds, only to be replaced a few moments later.

Frisk whirls, skidding in the snow and ice, digging his claws in to stay upright. He conjures his own magic and flings it back at her, the one truly offensive spell he knows.

Fireballs, just like Asgore used to throw. They splash against her spears, knocking them off course but not destroying them. Frisk’s not strong enough for that, or perhaps just isn’t committed enough. Once she starts to close on him he turns and sprints for the door to Grillby’s, tossing another fireball over his shoulder at the ground and hoping the puddle slips her up!