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..Maple?

Your senses perked up at the name.

..Heh. You came here to change, but you're still the same. The same whiny bitch everyone knows and lo- hates.

A muffled, shrill voice called in the distance. But you could only hear "yourself" at the moment.

I told you this wasn't worth it. So why'd you waste your time?

I couldn't stay there.

You can't stay here, either. Not in the Underground.

The muffled voice's cries became louder. It sounded like "MM! MMM-MMM!" ..Something was clearly missing though.

You must be a new level of crybaby if you can't pull through some guy's antics. Where's that tenacity that people hate?

..You don't know what he did.

Oh, believe, me, I do. 

You deserve it for what you've done.

"HEY!! HUMAN! GET UP!"

Your eyes shot open, finally. You got up slowly, looking at the darkness shrouding you and a field of dead golden flowers. The light from above was inviting, but you couldn't reach the surface - a cold truth you had to learn to accept, sooner or later. Your silence in loathing was soon pierced by that same voice from before. 

"GET- OFF ME!"

You startled and crawled away in a hurry to see who the hell spoke, and all you saw was a larger, live flower, with ripped and dirty petals, and black markings on its pollen. You looked closer at them, and saw what looked like an eye - then another - and a mouth- wait, that's a face?

"Jesus- thought you were never getting off me- uh, anyway- Are you.." The flower hesitated, like the words were somehow lodged inside its throat. "Are you okay? Wait- why the hell are you down here!? How did you-" The flower groaned, lifting its head to the sky as it flailed its stem's leaves like arms.

"..Uh.. Pitfall," you lied quickly. The flower caught on, marked by a scowl, but said nothing.

The flower sighed before continuing in a hushed voice. "Okay, listen up, liar, someone's coming in, and I need to hide from them, but you're fine because.. well, I don't know why- But uh, they're safe! Just stay with them until they work something out, okay?" Despite what you heard about monsters - these two; the flower, and your eventual caretaker, seemed everything but bloodthirsty for humans.

"..Who are you?" You asked after the thought crept into your head.

"Flowey," they responded.

"Will I be able to see you again past this point?"

"Probably. I can come out where there's soil, but once you meet the guy who's going to care for you, maybe not- he doesn't like me, I don't think."

"..Who's the guy?"

"Oh, just Sans- some smiling skeleton bitch-"

"Skeleton?"

"Yeah, then there's a goat lady called Toriel-"

Loud footsteps came from the path ahead, which was a grey-column doorway, cracked and held up by vines.

"Who's coming?" You asked nervously.

"Toriel- by the way, sorry!" Flowey slipped into the ground, leaving you alone to see whoever Toriel was. You had a hunch this "Toriel" probably wasn't safe - and when they walked in, any chances of trusting them were *poof!* completely gone.

A tall, anthropomorphic, female goat towered over you in the grey doorway, looking down at you with her yellow sclera and red iris. She wore a black robe, accented with red and a mark of a rune on her chest. She stared down at you with a seemingly threatening stare with her irregular eyes and opened her two-fanged mouth to speak after an uncomfortable moment of silence.

"Hello, human. Are you.. lost?" You thought Flowey was really wrong about her now- No normal caretaker speaks like that! Who is this!?

You opened your dry mouth, but a small squeak escaped it before you spoke, making your unease obvious to her. "Uh- yeah. I'm.. lost."

"Come with me, child." Said Toriel, turning her back towards you as she took a step through the grey, withered doorway. You got up from your feet, and followed her slowly through - she slowed down in response. She REALLY wanted to keep close, it seemed - but your attention was drawn away from her, and instead to the walls of these Ruins. Cracked and overrun with vines, several columns similar in appearance to the grey-brick walls were collapsed onto the (stone?) floor, some completely broken in half. The only source of light leaked through the cracks of the walls and corners around you, making this a tough place to see in - but not hard enough for you to be clueless about your surroundings.

"..I had a… mishap, not too long ago," said Toriel, a hint of sadness in her voice. "But that's not important.. We need to get you somewhere.. right?" Damn- She shows some humanity, and fucks it up with some creepiness? She's weird..

You nodded in response to her statement as she led you through several obstructed pathways, all of which she helped you progress through by (rather masterfully) solving several puzzles, one of which she needed to help you cross a field of spikes. She was leading you carefully through these Ruins until a wall of spiked vines, not unlike the ones lining the corridors, blocked a corridor completely. Toriel conjured a ball of fire in her hand and hurled it toward the horny vines (get your mind outta the gutter!!), but they remained undeterred. 

"..I'll be back," said Toriel irritably, and she retraced her steps, walking out of sight as she headed.. somewhere. But then, the vines receded into the ground, and you were free to move forward.

"Uh… Hey! TORIEL!" You called. "WE CAN GO THROUGH NOW!"

No answer.

"TORIEL!!" You shouted. She didn't answer. 

"Gah- fucking codger," you seethed under your breath as you left without her. Part of you felt you wouldn't make it long without her, but if you'd been walking this long, maybe her house wasn't too far.

_Ohhhh, boy, you were wrong._ Possibly an hour's worth of puzzles and corridors passed by you as you trudged with fatigue toward wherever you went, and you met a fork in the path not too long after. You waited for Toriel again, carving drawings into the ground with and sharp and sturdy stick you found on the ground, dropping it into your pocket with your phone (which had no service) as insurance for when something attacked, and you took a right following the logic of "right is always right." You stopped at a view of the rest of a large, rotted civilization - several homes and buildings, devoid of people, lined the haven below, leaving only the thinnest appearance of paths between the large erected stone showered in light. From here, they looked like a measly line drawn by a pencil, in that same, now irritating gray hue. But something stood out - a black hilt to a plastic blade barely hanging onto the corner of the balcony in the corner of your eye. You picked it up, and instead of observing it more carefully like you normally would - you took a swing. It carved through the air, and the sound alone made you confident enough to fight back against whatever pest would come your way (more confident than the twig you took earlier, at least).

You walked back out into the forked path and took a right, and a warm, yellow light illuminated the left wall of the corridor as you stepped towards it. You came closer to it, and you found a wispy trace of a star, found by an indent in the wall. You outstretched your arm and grasped at it with your fingers - but a force repelled your fingers. You couldn't figure out what this star was, and it seemed to be unresponsive towards you. Making a mental note to yourself to ask Flowey, you picked up your journey towards Toriel's home, which was nowhere in sight. Just as you passed through another corridor, you heard rubble being shifted from behind, piercing the silence and your confidence.

..Shit, you thought as you picked up the pace, frequently tripping on cracks in the floor as you ran from your pursuer. The halls of the Ruins suddenly narrowed and dimmed, looking more like a labyrinth than anything you saw before. You kept going in random directions you thought were closest to the correct path, but it wasn't long before you hit the cold wall. The pattering of footsteps came to a halt, and the around you grew cold. Just then, your vision sharpened, leaving only the outline of a monster before your vision faded.

You were transported to a black plane, a green heart appearing in front of your monochrome chest and body. In front of you were 4 cracked red and black buttons, each reading differently. One said "FIGHT", with a bloodied pan right by it. Another said "ACT" and had no symbol. The next said "ITEM", this time with a satchel by it. The final said "MERCY", and looked like it was put back together. ..Judging by these options, you had to engage in battle. You looked up from these buttons, and saw the meanest and largest looking frog you'd ever seen. The size of a very large rock, its sour face bore into your soul, centralizing its ready-to-pounce stance. You looked back down at the buttons, and figured they were options. Deciding not to anger the monster anymore, you tapped the "C" on "ACT", and a white-bordered display appeared above it, showing the words "Check", "Intimidate", and "Berate". You decided to "Check", wondering if you'd see if there was information that would affect your coming fight. The words were wiped off the display, instead showing new text.

"Froggit"

ATK: 60
DEF: 30

"Dedicated to hunting down its prey. Fleeing won't work here."

Your body tensed. It looked like you'd need to "FIGHT" from here. Your eyes glazed over the "FIGHT" button, but it faded away. You looked up at the Froggit, but it was already in mid-air - leaping towards you. You threw yourself out of the way, but the Froggit took hold of your foot, forcing you to thrash it off your leg and sending it flying. Your options appeared again. Your hand slapped on a button - the "ACT" button.

I haven't tried everything out yet, you thought as you looked at "Intimidate" and "Berate", trying to guess which one'd be the best option.

If I intimidate it, it'll try to out-perform me in that, since it's so intent on killing me, you thought. ..So that must mean "Berate" is my best option.

Your index finger tapped the "Berate" option, and dialogue appeared on the display.

"You made an awful remark about Froggit's sluggish attacks. Froggit's gaze hardened, and increased its attack by 50!"

"Fuck.." you whispered as Froggit took its stance again. You focused pressure into your legs, ready to kick off whenever met with the opportunity. Froggit, leaped again, not into the air, but directly towards your stomach as a faster alternative. Your legs carried you off the ground, away from danger, and your hand knew where to go now. 

"I'm sorry.." you said as you slapped the "FIGHT" button, pulling the Toy Knife out of your pocket. The display switched to a strange bracket, with a slim gap in the middle. A flashing black and white vertical bar flew across it, and once the bar aligned with the gap in the bracket, your hands seized your dull blade's hilt, and thrust the blade forward.

A large, red 500 appeared over the Froggit, and a green bar quickly drained to grey as Froggit's face turned to one of agony - and it turned to dust.

"You won! 100 G and 50 EXP are yours to take!" flashed across the display. Your vision faded to black, and you were back at the dilapidated Ruins.

.. What was that? Did I just kill a frog? A fucking frog? And why don't I feel bad for it..? You looked at your dust-shrouded knife, and back at the heap of snow-white power in front of you. You were used to corpses, but not this...

Damn it, wake up, Maple. You ran out of the dead end, trying every path in the labyrinth before finally emerging to a very large house and (what seemed to be) a lawn. A shriveled tree was in the center of the lawn, and the only memory of the Ruins you'd ever have from your short time here. You rushed past it, into the open and warm light of the new home. A familiar shape stood in the foyer - Toriel. She turned around at the sound of your footsteps, and.. smiled.

"How did you manage?" She asked.

"..Fine." You lied.

You wanted out desperately. 

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..When you came "home," Toriel showed you to your room - an old children's room with a drawing of a fanged flower, and another golden flower inside a pot, all on one nightstand. You sat down on the stiff mattress and immediately started planning for escapes. You really wished you could go and explore the house to find and learn anything useful (weapons, and the layout of the house), but you couldn't do that while Toriel was awake.

"Damn her," you muttered under your breath and you laid back on the bed. You rubbed your eyes and face as you tried to guess and visualize this home's exits - but none of your speculation would matter if you knew it wasn't true. You groaned as you realized this, and got ready to utter each and every curse you knew - until a familiar voice resounded in your ears.

"Shut up, or else Toriel's gonna come-" You sat up immediately, placing your hands at your sides as your head cocked toward the voice's direction. Your eyes were drawn back to the flower pot, but the flower's petals looked a shade brighter.

"Flowey!? Don't just pop up whenever you want to like that-"

"I SAID SHUT UP!" Seethed Flowey.

"Sorry.." You mumbled, placing your hands on your lap and glancing down at the floor.

"It's fine- anyway, look," said Flowey. "Try to go to sleep now, I know you wanna leave - but trust me, you're fine here-"

"..Uh, with her?" You said, looking back at Flowey with your thumb jerked to the door. "She's creepy as all hell-"

"But she hasn't hurt you yet-"

"She might later!"

Flowey groaned, hung his "head" (his petals and pollen) low, and said, "Just go to sleep.."

"..Fiiine," you sighed, repositioning and laying flat on your back. You stared at the spider-web-ridden ceiling, and Flowey spoke again.

"..Sorry if you don't feel.. Well.. Comfortable with her. She'll be fine, though. Trust me."

You nodded, rolling on your side opposite to Flowey. You felt like arguing back with a snarky comment, but it didn't help knowing Flowey was trying to help, and you probably worsened his feelings.

This is why I hate when they worry, you thought as your eyelids grew heavy, and your consciousness succumbed to the sudden bout of fatigue you felt moments later.

You woke up inside a new and oddly familiar room, with an empty closet, torn window shades, and musty walls. You tried to sit up, but a strange weight pressed down on you, paralyzing your body. You could at least look around… But you wished your eyelids could clamp together after seeing past the crack in your door.

A twisted lifeform stood in the corridor, a hybrid between man and demon - it was some type of monster, but you could barely tell what it was. Its horns reflected the red light coming from a blood-stained bulb, and they gleamed as the demon turned towards you, meeting their cold eyes with yours.

Drool pooled along their lips as they grinned sadistically, and they bolted towards your room. The weight on your body grew heavier and fear sharpened your senses, but the weight disappeared as the demon bolted into your room. You grabbed a sharp glass shard from under the window after you fell out of bed, and stabbed the demon with it. Blood poured on your fingers as your grip on your weapon tightened, mixing your blood with the demon's. You looked up at them, and they cried out in agony as their face warped to an unfamiliar stranger's- then an animal- then back to a human- but before you could see what else they turned into, they dug their hands into your skin, and a sharp pain, like talons sprouted from their fingers, filled your body. You cowered from the pain, and the demon's face became clearer as they smiled down at you. You looked up at them as they drew nearer- and-

Something was off.

The face that could warp at will..

Now mirrored yours.

You woke with a start to a pitch-black room, barely illuminated by the light coming from under the door. You looked around quickly, still thinking you were in immediate danger - but the shapeshifter was gone. You almost called for Flowey, until your breath hitched, and your blood ran cold as ice. You looked back at the light under your closed door. Footsteps echoed throughout the corridor, and two shifting masses (Toriel's feet) obstructed the only source of light for mere seconds, until they trudged away slowly.

"How the FUCK does she scare me more than that bitch in my dream?" You muttered under your breath. You looked at the flower pot, jumped down from the bed onto your knees, and came close to the pot.

"Hey- hey- Flowey- Flowey the Flower- wakey wakey- wee-" Flowey woke up once you started to say 'weed,' and he shrieked, "DON'T CALL ME THAT!" Toriel didn't hear (hopefully). Once he calmed down, Flowey asked: "..Sleep well?" You nodded. He gave you another sharp stare that told you he knew you lied. Keen for a flower, you thought.

You heard the sound of a door closing, and Flowey's beady eyes gleamed for an instant - before reverting to their usually hopeless form. You raised an eyebrow at Flowey.

"Nothing.. She's just.." Flowey stopped for a moment, noticing how your body tensed. "..asleep-"

Your body sprang upward and ran out of the room, retreating only to pick up Flowey. Despite his constant protests, you rushed into the foyer again, taking note of the stairwell leading downward, and the living room ahead. You rushed into the living room, clutching Flowey's pot as he kept protesting ("SLOW DOWN! YOU'RE SPILLING SOIL!"). Once you reached the living room, your eyes were drawn to 3 bookshelves - one on the wall to your left, and two huddled in the corner behind a plush-looking chair. I'm not here for history, you thought as you stormed into the kitchen. Rusted, nicked, and stained knives littered the counters. You found an Old Pie on the counter as well - old, but not stale or dirty. It looked like butterscotch. You shoved it into your bag, covering it with a plastic food container (all you could eat out of on the Surface). You rushed out of the kitchen and living room, getting ready to storm down the stairs - but the entrance was closed off with nothing but tightly knit chains.

"Dumbass," you muttered. You put Flowey inside your bag (carefully, making sure to leave his head out and not crush his stem with the zipper), and jumped over the railing. Unfortunately, you were not very light or graceful. You thought thunder struck right over you until noticing you felt no pain. Toriel must have heard thunder as well, marked by the creaking of her swinging door.

"YOU FUCKING DUMBASS!" Shouted Flowey. "AT THIS POINT, ALL YOU CAN DO IS RUN!"

You took Flowey's advice to heart, and released the energy you had built up in your legs when you heard the flower say "asleep." Flowey shrieked- and Toriel gasped, starting her pursuit after you (you heard loud stomps and snarling from behind). Your legs began to fail you quickly - as soon as the atmosphere switched from Toriel's home to the run-down Ruins, a pain weighed down the center of your thighs, slowing you down.

"Fuck!" You cried as you put your forearms up to part two doors in front of you, previously blocking your path. Your senses dulled when you ran inside a room much like the one preceding the Ruins. This must be where I get to escape. Energy surged through your body once more - a more potent and longer-lasting one. Adrenaline. It always helped you to overcome the odds - this chase being one of them. Kicking your knee forward when you came close to a rune-engraved door, the second obstacle in your path was taken care of. Your balance was ruined from the kick, however - and you collapsed onto a cold and grainy substance that seemed to slowly disappear at your touch. Pulling yourself back up, you realized the door wouldn't close on its own - and your unshakable confidence was now replaced by an indelible fear.

"F-Flowey!" You cried, looking at your bag - but the flower's petals were once again dull in color. He was gone.

"On it!" Called his voice. You lifted your gaze to a nearby tree that was shriveled beyond recognition, from which Flowey sprouted. He grunted as if to exert effort, and a large, horny braid of vines shot through the handles of the rune-engraved door. The vines curled around the handles, tightening their grip and locking the door, before shaving off the rest of the braid. That's how the vines got there in the Ruins..

"Thank you-" you breathed to Flowey, who was shooting you a glare through his exhaustion.

"Fuck you," he said as you stood up, spinning around to get a look at your surroundings. You fell on snow, and you walked into a colossal hallway, framed by trees upon trees, and a bottomless, black sky, which rained snow at the moment.

"..Where are we?" You asked as you tried to find a depth in the sky.

"Snowdin," mumbled Flowey. "I don't like it here-" he continued as you started towards a small bridge.

"Why?" You asked as you smiled at the snow, then at Flowey as he resprouted inside the pot in your bag. A small sentry station inched closer into your field of vision as you continued walking.

"W-Well- uh-"

"Hm? Something wro-"

Your heartbeat quickened. The already cold air became more stifling almost exponentially - and you noticed something was off. You could sense a piercing gaze that rested on your back, and it almost paralyzed you as it made your blood temperature drop horribly. Did Toriel get past the door? Did she somehow power through it?

No, she couldn't have.. Those vines in the Ruins didn't even shrivel up in response to her flames!

Then who- Who the hell is this!?

The paralyzation faded briefly from your body, and you took that chance to pounce - but you could only turn around to meet two, sharp dots, floating over the silhouette which was cloaked in a red mist,, until that paralyzation forced a squeak out of you.

"damn, haven' met a kid this jumpy before," spoke a low and coarse voice.

This silhouette's red mist of intimidation faded almost instantly, as if swiped away by a cloth. The darkness around him faded to show maybe the most confusing monster you'd seen today, and that said a lot for someone who'd met a talking flower.

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A very tall skeleton stood in your way, whose elbows were just below reach of your head. You started to look at his head downwards and paused momentarily at the start. His face was easily comparable to another skeleton's, but contrasted so severely. For starters, his face held a toothy grin with unusually sharp, angular teeth (one of them being gold, currently bitten into a limply hanging cigar that produced the "red mist"), "cheeks," which were what seemed to be malleable masses of bone that filled the space of his cheekbones - "browbones," which resembled a pliant and rather prominent brow ridge (currently raised in amusement) - and "eyelights," which were the red dots in his empty eye sockets you'd named eyes earlier. To add to the complexity of his head, it was much rounder than the normal human's skull. His nose lacked cartilage, which now consisted of a triangular hole, and the monster lacked ears or openings in his skull for hearing (his hearing seemed fine, however). Your eyes lingered only a moment before traveling downwards, taking note of his clothing next. He wore a dark-chocolate-colored jacket and a large, puffy red turtleneck stretched tightly over his large belly. His jacket was adorned with gold buttons and zippers (which zipped up to his chest), had ruffled tan fur in the hood, and two yellow stripes running from the start of his sleeve to the end, matching the identical stripes on his basketball shorts of the same, dark chocolate red (starts at waistband, ends at the end of the shorts). Finally, he wore gloves of the same color (only visible by their seams because his hands were in his pockets), and red-white shoes, with untied yellow laces.

The monster's gaze shifted to the flower in your bag. "ya brought that weed?"

"Good to see you too, Sans," retorted Flowey. "Why'd you have to scare us like that?"

"don'cha know that's what i do with everyone comin' this way?" Sans's amusement made a small spike, marked by his change in expression (raised browbones, wider grin). "ain't this the kid tori told me about, by the way?" He asked, jerking a thumb at you.

"..Yes," sighed Flowey.

"Wait- Why's she talking about me?" You asked.

"she wasn't talkin' about ya, specifically," said Sans. "just the next one ta fall in 'ere. anyway," he turned to face you. "tori gave me a job ta keep ya at my place. she's got ties with some people that're a danger ta humans n' visit often."

"Like?"

"royal guard members, their leader, n' a few o' their supporters." Each time he spoke, a red flash of his tongue appeared momentarily. You had a feeling that connected to the enigma of his heavyset physique.

"If they catch me?"

"ya won' get killed or sum shit like that, but they'll use ya as a tool to get us outta here."

Making a mental note to ask Flowey about all this (for the second time), you looked at the flower, and he nodded. His expression carried surprise, however.

"If what he's saying is true, then why'd you try to make me stay with Toriel?" You asked suspiciously.

"Hey- I wasn't trying to kill you!" He blurted. "I just don't like this guy- I'm just now hearing she knows dangerous people!"

"really?" Said Sans. His amused grin shifted into an expressionless one. "ya're pretty fuckin' stupid if ya can't figure that out. the king's 'er goddamn spouse, for fuck's sake-"

"SHUT UP!" Shouted Flowey. "Just take the human to your home. asshole-"

Sans laughed gruffly as he walked past the two of you, leading you and Flowey through a bustling town, and to a snow-covered home with old Christmas decorations seated just by a bar and grill called "Grillby's." Sans fished inside his coat pocket, pulled out a key (letting you see the cutout in his gloves for knuckles), and stuffed it inside a brass doorknob. He stopped momentarily, and asked, "hey, didn't quite catch yer name earlier, kid."

"Maple," you responded.

"well, maple," he said with a wide grin. "get ready fer some yellin'." He opened the door to his home and..

"SANS! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!?"

A voice that sounded like it was once shrill rang from the lanky skeleton resting on a mahogany-brown couch. They sprang off the couch, forcing you to take several steps back to observe their full height and appearance, which looked very much like a stretched-out Sans. Their appearance still looked incredibly different compared to his shorter counterpart, however. His eyes weren't simple dots, but two slits that slanted downwards to his triangular nose. The right slit had three more vertical slits through it, likely a claw mark of sorts. He was much skinnier than Sans, and was just as skin-and-bones as a skeleton could get. Around his thin frame, the skeleton wore a large, black chest plate with red accents and red, jagged shoulders, black briefs with a red belt on the waistband, and very glossy, satin-red gloves and boots. The skeleton looked at you and Sans, their mouth (a v-shaped, jagged line) currently open in shock (since you were such a "strange creature").

"WH-" He started, his hand raised and pointing at you like a bigot. Then they wheeled over to Sans. "WHERE DID YOU FIND THEM!?" Their tone suddenly changed from scathingly discriminate to spontaneous enthusiasm, and you could feel the muscles in your face working to express surprise on your cold face. 

"found 'em just outside the ruins," responded Sans. 'unfortunately, we can't hand this one over," he continued upon seeing the growing excitement in the other skeleton's face.

'WHAT? WHY?" They responded. "NOW THAT I'M ALREADY A MEMBER," (of what, you didn't know) "THEY EXPECT ME TO DRAG HUMANS TO THEM LIKE THEY'RE MONEY!"

"tori said not to," said Sans lazily,  picking up a TV remote on the couch's armrest. "i'da thought ya'd seen how pointless it is to fish fer a 1 in a hundred chance."

You turned to Flowey as Sans and the stranger kept talking back to each other. "What's all this about?"

"That taller guy is his brother," said Flowey. pointing a petal to the stranger, then Sans. "His name is Papyrus. He's a member of the Royal Guard, only recently appointed to those human-obsessed lunatics. That one-in-a-hundred chance refers to finding a human who can drag us out of the Underground."

"Is he anything like them?" You asked, referring to Papyrus.

"Nope. in any way, shape, or form? He might be sadistic, rarely, but he doesn't have the guts to take down a human!" Flowey said that too loud.

"EH!?" Papyrus turned around. "FUCK OFF, FLOWER!! I'LL THAT HUMAN DOWN JUST TO PROVE YOU WRONG!"

"dunno about that, paps," piped Sans, who took Papyrus's place on the couch and was on his phone. "tori didn't even need ta scare 'er off that badly fer 'er ta run. if she can run all the way 'ere, then how're ya gonna catch 'em?"

"SHUT UP!" Retorted Papyrus. "I DON'T NEED YOU TO MOTIVATE THE HUMAN!" Papyrus turned towards you. "YOU!" He said, pointing a long finger at you. "TRAIN WITH ME!"

"..What?" You said, confused.

"TRAIN WITH ME SO I CAN PROVE JUST HOW INEXPERIENCED YOU ARE COMPARED TO THE LIKES OF ME!" He said, pointing to himself with a finger. The light shone over him, reflecting his glossy boots and gloves in a "BOW DOWN TO ME!" type fashion. 

"TOMORROW MORNING!" He continued, aiming to get a response out of you. "TOMORROW MORNING, OUTSIDE THE RUINS, WE'LL SEE IF ANYTHING THAT GUY," (he pointed to Sans, who raised his hand in the air to flip him off) "OR THAT," (he pointed to Flowey, who looked a little dumbfounded) "IS WORTH ACKNOWLEDGING!"

"Flowey, did you have to be that loud?" You asked annoyedly as you unzipped your bag. Sans led you to a spare bedroom after hitting Papyrus's head with a (at that time,) newly-conjured bone with a hollow thunk, ending his display of pride. Sans wished you good luck as he led you to "your" room, where you are now.

"I'm sorry, okay?" Whispered Flowey. "I didn't mean to-" Flowey yelped as you moved his pot toward the nightstand, nearly hitting him in the face with a lamp.

"Please watch your words next time, okay?" You said, curling under the comforter. "I don't really want more trouble now that I'm safe."

"..Mkay," mumbled Flowey.

"Good night," you said, feeling your eyelids and body grow heavy.

"You know," said Flowey, forcing your eyes open. "Papyrus might not have the guts to bring you to Asgore- uh, Toriel's husband-" rushed Flowey after seeing an annoyed confusion on your face. "Anyway.. He might not have the guts, but he's still strong."

"Flowey- listen," you said, rubbing your eyes. "I'm kinda tired, and I really don't think Papyrus can do much. Can we talk more tomorrow?"

Flowey nodded. You closed your eyes, regretting your tone slightly. He probably thought that you were still mad at him, even though you really didn't care.

He'll be fine, you thought as the hands of slumber twisted around you once more.