Pollen || A FlowerFell Au ||

Lost Flower

~Chapter 1~

Sans sits in a room, laying on his mattress, contemplating what to do next. It's been 5 entire months since he lost them. They got so far. They faced Papyrus, Undyne, and they had even passed King Asgore. They had a stable and safe plan. Go to the surface, get one more soul, and come back to break the barrier...so then why? Why did Frisk end it all? Giving up everything they had for the monsters that tried their hardest to kill them, surrendering to the florets sprouting inside of them?

Sans and Flowey mourn the death of their fallen friend. Sans, quietly sobbing as he cradled Frisk's remains, whilst Flowey balled his eyes out. The water droplets contrast with his beady eyes greatly. Asgore, upon regaining his strength, entered the room prepared to take the last remaining soul even after his previous defeat. His eyes soon met with the body of the child, however, with his empathy running dry he only had one thing on his mind. His hatred for and desire to destroy humanity was still very much present and clear.

"Where", His voice was intense and hoarse. Despite the pain, he continued to say, "Where is the soul?"

Sans didn't bother looking and appeared to be lost in sorrow when in reality he was planning something. "It shattered...it couldn't take any more of the suffering that we held on it. Frisk...Frisk died a hero. They sacrificed themselves for all monsters...to be free."

"You Lie...No human would be as foolish as to forfeit their life for that of a monster's well-being"

"...Lie...", He clutched the body tightly as he began to stiffen; attempting to stop himself from lashing out. He failed," LIE!?"

Now outraged, Sans lifted one of his hands and his boney fingers snapped aggressively. The giant animal skulls, known as his Gaster blasters, appeared behind him as if soldiers, waiting for their general's command. Their jaws slowly unhinged as a bright light spawned. He pointed his hand straight at the King and their mouths opened wider, revealing beams of light ready to burn their target to a crisp. Despite the fact, the king was about to die, he made no hustle and dared not show a sign of fear on his face.

"STOP!!!" Flowey shouted as he choked through his sobs.

Sans turned back with slight resentment for the flower's intention to avert the murder of this tyrant. Even if Asgore was once the father of this lost prince, he was a monster in Flowey's eyes as well. There was only one reason he wanted him to live, to consider a new path or continue his current position.

"Is this what Frisk would have wanted? For you to kill all the hope monsters have left!?"

Upon hearing this, Sans' expression changed. He was more hesitant than before to drive Asgore into the ground.

"I hate Asgore as much as you, but if Frisk taught me anything it was to be kind to everyone, even when they don't deserve it in the slightest. Just because you are hurting, doesn't mean it's okay to hurt others..."

Sans slowly took his gaze off of Flowey and laid it upon the pathetic king. Painful memories of the happy youth that he once knew ran through his mind. Frisk...Frisk...Frisk wouldn't want this. He lowered his arm and the weapons evaporated in thin air. Sans gave the king a cold glare before turning to Flowey with the body in his arms.

"...I know where to say goodbye...."

Upon regaining his morality, the memories of the times he spent with Frisk only grew stronger with each step he took towards the small flower. Even without specifying what this supposed spot was, Flowey knew exactly where he wanted to place the body. The entrance to the underground. Frisk would always talk about how they never minded returning to the bed of golden flowers and autumn leaves when dying to the monsters of the Ruins. Sans knew it would be the best place for them...they would always have a view of their home. The tainted, blood-covered walls of the underground would never have to be recollected, as they are laid to rest.

Upon reaching the Ruins' doors, Sans teleports them inside, knowing Toriel wouldn't open them herself. Not knowing the perimeter as well, his teleportation would no longer be of use.

They managed to sneak past the now heartbroken and deranged goat mother, even if she was unaware of Frisk's demise. The monsters of the Ruins watched as Sans and Flowey carried the body to its resting place. It was just as beautiful as Frisk had described it. The sun shone radiantly above their heads as an occasional leaf would fall from above and down into the pit of no return. Sans bowed his head and let airy chuckles escape him. Tears rolled down his boney cheeks as he laid the body down on the golden flower bed. He watched as the droplets hit the petals upon her face, hoping that magic would wake Frisk from this eternal sleep...but there was nothing. As he pulled back his hands began to wobble, causing some of his bones to make a rattling noise. Flowey took notice of this and tried his best to calm Sans, even if he, himself was not able to control his own emotions. He wiped the tears from his skull using the sleeve of his sweater and smiled.

"When you get back...I'll take you to the surface....okay?"

"Sans...", Flowey granted him a sorrowful expression, mistakenly taking his words as delusion. That was until Sans pulled back a bit of the coat, keeping Frisk's body warm. A red sphere slowly lifted itself from underneath the jacket and in front of them. Flowey watched in disbelief.

" Is that....Frisk's soul? You said it shatter-"

"I made a promise, Flowey...", He said in a pitiful yet peaceful tone. " I promised a little girl that she would get to see the surface again. An innocent...sweet...little girl to whom the world owes everything. Look at these monsters. These murderous, selfish, blood-thirsty monsters. Even you and I can not say we are innocent. Her sacrifice....will be worth it in the end...but monsters must earn their freedom. They will get another chance...when I find my lost flower. Only then do they deserve a second chance..."