MemoryTale --- Hopes and Dreams

Home once Again

Frisk shut the door behind her as she entered.

"Hi, Toriel! Sorry, I took a while. I had to go pick up my friend!" Frisk said. Mom came by. I cowered a bit, I wasn't used to being seen after the last timeline.

"Oh, there you are, Frisk!" Mom called out. My roots clenched on Frisk's arms a little harder.

"And who are you?" Mom asked sweetly.

"Flowey! F-Flowey the flower!" I sputtered. Mom smiled nicely.

"Nice to meet you Flowey. Or is this the first time we met. Strange, I cannot recall," my Mom pondered.

"First time, this timeline," Asriel said, quite monotone. He gave the general air of someone who didn't want to be here

"Yup! We've never met before! Please to meet'cha though!" I chirped, trying to mimic my brother's speech style, "Though I do have one... Request."

"What is it then, Flowey?" Mom inquired.

"Could you get me a flower pot? It's not the most comfortable thing on Frisk's shoulder," I admitted. Frisk looked surprised.

"Hey! You could have told me," Frisk pouted.

"I mean it's fine, just rather get my roots in something," I mumbled. Frisk carefully lifted me up.

"This is humiliating," Asriel said. Frisk carefully carried me to the kitchen as Mom brought out a bowl.

"My apologies, Flowey. I do not have any empty flower pots. Would a bowl work?" Mom asked. I opened my mouth to respond but my voice didn't work.

Not again!

Now, something I've been ignoring since I thought it wouldn't be much of an issue, was my voice and I never had agreed before. Sometimes it would just shut down, especially when I met new people. And, yes, I knew Toriel, she was my mom of course, but with the stress of being in this stupid body, pretending to be a soulless version of my brother to spare his reputation (even though I was failing), and how little I was expecting this, it was just the worst timing ever. My mother looked at me curiously.

"Are you having trouble speaking?" My mother asked. I nodded. Mom smiled.

"Well, I guess we will have to do it the hard way. Are you okay with a bowl? Just nod," Mom asked. I nodded. Mom went outside and filled a bowl with dirt.

"It is funny is it not? One of my children had the same problem. Chara wouldn't talk for a month or two at least!" Mom giggled. Asriel smirked.

"Yes but Chara has always loovveedd me! Right Chary~?" Asriel cooed. I would push him away if I had limbs. He made a face similar to UwU. I rolled my eyes discreetly. Frisk giggled softly.

"Though, once he opened up he was one of the sweetest boys I've ever met. Shame he..." Mom trailed off.

"Come! I have prepared a bedroom for you, Frisk!" Mom said, pushing Frisk toward Asriel (and probably 7 other children) bedroom.

"Thats MY bedroom!" Asriel snarled. I rolled my eyes. I was going to have to yell at him later. About a bunch of things. Frisk smiled and thanked Mom anyway. She shut the door.

"Holy heck! You two need to shut up. I can barely concentrate on what Toriel's saying if you keep dissing her," Frisk complained. I bonked her.

"Oh right. You shut up. It's Cloud being the issue," Frisk said, glaring at Asriel.

"Why do I need a code name again?" Asriel grumbled.

"You know how when you don't pay attention in class and then you hear the teacher call your name and suddenly you are paying attention and you feel everyone's eyes looking at you? Both of your names share four letters and you're her dead son," Frisk said, deadpanned.

"Oh."

"Yeah," Frisk nodded, bouncing on her bed, "Well I'm not tired." Asriel frowned.

"I thought you took a rest here. You did take a while last time," Asriel said, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. Frisk shrugged.

"More interesting this time. I don't want to miss anything!" Frisk said bouncing on her bed.

"Interesting? This is child abuse!" Asriel grumbled. Frisk shrugged and smiled immaturely. I faceplanted in the dirt.

"What's the deal with Ch- Flowey?" Frisk asked. Asriel shrugged.

"He's panicking. And when he's panicking, he can't talk. I probably could explain it better. I think he said it some sort of medical condition? Anyways, I don't see his problem right now, there's no one he isn't already comfortable with, no idea why it's acting up," Asriel crossed his arms. I added another subject to the 'yell at Asriel later' list.

"What did he do about it?" Frisk asked, puzzled, "He couldn't just not talk all day?"

"He used to use sign language b-but," Asriel started to laugh, "b-but he d-doesn't, pff, have arms! G-gosh, this is ironic!" Frisk frowned.

"Could you please be quiet? Flowey's getting really annoyed," Frisk said, putting her hands on her hips. Asriel kept laughing, even then. Frisk sighed and picked me up.

"Ignore him. He's being a jerky-idiot face," Frisk huffed. I found that insult amusing. I tried clearing my throat.

"Testing, testing, one two three. Oh hey, it works now!" I cheered quietly. Asriel frowned slightly.

"Hey! I was having fun," he pouted in a very Flowey manner. I rolled my eyes.

"Anyways, while you guys were chatting, I started a nice pretty list to yell at you guys about, if you don't mind-" I started before being rudely interrupted.

"Sleep!" Frisk yelled, desperately trying to change the topic. I rolled my eyes.

"Goodnight Frisk," I muttered. Frisk turned off the lights, leaving a single lamp on. She fell asleep pretty quickly.

"You don't have to sleep if you don't want to. I wouldn't," Asriel offered, "I'm staying up if you want to talk or something."

"Why not? Don't have anything better to do. How about this? I asked you some questions, you can ask me some questions!" I suggested.

"What? No! You can keep your stupid secrets!" Asriel seemed aghast at the suggestion, "I don't need them!"

"Hey. I'm the one suggesting this. I honestly don't care," I stared him down.

"Fine. When you were 'observing' everything, how did you feel when I killed everyone?" He asked. I stared at him, unimpressed.

"Terrible, next," I said, though I felt a lot worse than terrible thinking about that. Then it reminded me of the time I made Frisk kill everyone, so I felt even worse. I love watching everyone I love die over and over again. Yay.

"Huh. Thought you would give more of a reaction," Asriel frowned before starting to think.

"How about when I ripped Sans bone by bone after trying thousands of times?"

"That one looked like it hurt," I respond, trying to keep my anger in.

"... Wow. You really are emotionless. Either that or you're trying to keep from making me satisfied."

"I do not want to endorse your sick behaviour, that is something for sure."

"Aaand now you're annoyed! Maybe I should just shut up!" Asriel said, turning around, leaving me in silence.

Mom came in with a slice of pie. It smelled pretty good. She left it on the floor and turned off the lamp.

reasons this took so long: my motivation went bye-bye, i became a socksfor1 fan, i continuously thought it was cringy, i'm tired, i'm working on my other fics (currently Undermix and Survivor Guilt (mostly Survivor Guilt), i don't want to do it. i'm still dead inside but hey it might get better