In a flash of brilliant light, the room was full of flowers. Golden, beautiful, sweet-smelling buttercups, growing in such close proximity that it was a wonder Frisk could stand there and not trample any of them. They swayed in a breeze, slow and careful, a rhythmic dance to a tune from far away. It was something familiar, something Frisk heard a long, long time ago...but they couldn't quite place it, even though it held a feeling of nostalgia.
They lifted a leg, but hesitated,not wanting to step on any little stem or leaf- but to their surprise, the flowers bent and shifted, almost as though they were moving their roots, and caved out a path. Every time their boot moved upward, the flowers seemed to anticipate their footfall, and never once did Frisk hurt a single leaf.
A sunny, blue sky, dotted with puffy white clouds and given music in the chirping of a few birds, seemed to sprawl out before them in all directions, just like the flowers. Frisk simply smiled as they watched flowers part the way to make room for their footsteps, and drew a long path through them for a while in this manner. However, before too long, they began to wonder what their purpose was in this field- and it was around this time that they noticed a massive willow tree in the distance.
As it was the only point of interest in the empty plane, Frisk moved toward it with the usual amount of curiosity. As they did, they noticed the music that even the flowers seemed to be hearing. It was beginning to trouble them, how familiar it was, and yet...they still could not recall where they had heard it before, or even the name of the song.
They reached the tree, and touched the bark as though lost. It felt as though this was an incomplete scene. Why would Frisk reach the tree and...nothing happen?
A soft giggle resonated from the other side, and Frisk perked up. They recognized that voice. They hurried to run in a circle, to the other side of the tree, but all they saw was a flash of green vanishing in the opposite direction. They were being played with! A determined smile on their features, they chased the laughing entity in circles until, at last, they caught hold of a bit of the green material they had been seeing.
“Alright, alright, you got me!” Asriel giggled, and Frisk dropped the edge of his sweater. “Man, Frisk, you sure are determined.”
“I missed you.” It came out of the little Prince's mouth before Frisk could even ask the question entirely. For a few seconds, they stood in silence, as Asriel watched Frisk's eyes dart from his own and then down to the petals on a few gold buttercups.
“I can't come back, you know...you know that, right? ...But I can visit you here. Sometimes, maybe...if that's okay.”
“Of course it is, Asriel.”
“Thank you for saving me, Frisk.” After a long second, the goat braved an embrace. Frisk's arms wrapped around him in kind, and the two stood still for a long moment, and everything felt...familiar. After a while, Asriel let go, leaned down, and plucked a flower from its place in the ground.
“I need you to take care of this for me.” They put the stem in Frisk's hands, and Frisk blinked a few times.
“It's special. It needs you. It's on Mt. Ebott, Frisk- but you have to trust me, okay? You have to trust me completely. Like...a trust fall!”
“There's a big, big hole in Mt. Ebott. I need you to trust me, and fall down there, and protect the flower that finds you there, okay? I can't do it, so- I need you to.”
Frisk nodded, and held the flower they were given tight to their chest. Music came to a crescendo, and the light of the sun became overwhelming. Asriel gave their hand a squeeze, and Frisk looked down to see the buttercup in their hand. They turned it upward, to face them, and made sure to get the look of it memorized. A buttercup.
Frisk woke with slow, easy calm that morning. The dream was a vivid one. They climbed out of bed, dressed in their warmest sweater and their favorite boots. They hauled a backpack full of earth onto their back, and left the orphanage behind. They had to find that flower, and take care of it- for Asriel. Whoever that was.
As they came upon the hole in Mt. Ebott, they stared down into the black abyss.
So, turning their back, closing their eyes, and falling- they trusted. They found the little flower, and in the end, they protected it with all their might. Asriel, the monster in their dream, returned to them in reality now. They smiled, and cried, and when Frisk held them, they were sure that they had done what they were asked to do.
As they ascended with their newfound friends, back to the surface, into a new life, things were quaint. The end of a long day had come, and as Frisk stared at the ceiling in the darkness of their new bedroom in Toriel's home. Their gaze found their backpack, once filled with soil, now filled with treats and gifts...
I need you to take care of this for me.
It's special.
It needs you.
In the darkness of the night, Frisk dressed in their warmest sweater and their favorite boots. They hauled a backpack with a clay pot onto their back, and left the Dreemurr residence a note on the door: be back soon. -frisk
They climbed Mt. Ebott again.
They found the hole again. This time, there was a much easier way to descend- and they took it. It took a while, but by morning, they returned. Covered in earth, scrapes, and scratches, they were back home with a little golden flower in their pot.
They set the little pot on their windowsill, and with a smile, wrapped a green ribbon around the pot. The flower chatted away, all manner of angry, lost, confused, scared- and it showed. But Frisk simply stood beside it to look out at the world through the window, until it became quiet again. The flower had become distracted with the sunlight and the view of the surface at last.