Undertale: Resurrected

Chapter Thirty-Two: Mind Games

"Have the other kids shown signs of remembering anything?" Bertha's muffled voice could barely be heard over the sound of Vera's small feet dashing up the stairs.

        "Oh... Is this about Vera?"

        "You came back!" The excited kids' voices nearly drowned out Toriel's own, but they simmered down quickly enough.

        "In a way... How are the rest?"

        'I messed up.'

        "Hm... I am not sure... Flare has begun drawing pictures of her old life, but that is all."

        'I need to reset.'

        "And the rest haven't done anything?"

        "Sadly, they have not..." Toriel's voice grew harder to hear. "But Daya, Via, and Flare. I know they remember."

        'You could've just asked me! I know how they died!'

        'Figure it out yourself.'

        "Flowey." Frisk barely swiveled his head in the direction of the flower, the child still sitting in his corner by the door as he eavesdropped to the best of his ability.

        In the meantime, Flowey had been on his window sill, drawing away on a pad that had been set up for the monster. "What?"

        But Frisk wasn't interested in such activities. "How did the souls die?"

        Frisk's stare was a familiar neutral appearance, one that Flowey only ever really saw when Frisk was grimly serious. But all it did was cause him to pause that then... laugh. It was more giggling than laughing, but it counted nonetheless. All Flowey knew was that he couldn't believe his ears. "Are you really asking this stupid question again?" he asked, his expression growing warped. "I thought we already had this discussion. In fact, I thought we already got our answers from the smiley trash bag and-"

        "I know what I heard, and I can piece together most of what happened." Frisk had begun approaching Flowey's perch as he spoke, a move that made the flower cringe, but that didn't last too long. "Flare died by encountering Sans; Vera and Undyne got into a showdown; Undyne killed another kid; and Via was just found dead. That's all I know, and I need to know more, so. How did the souls die?"

        Flowey held his own glare up against Frisk for a bit, only to then let out a growl of frustration. "Fine. You wanna know so bad? I'll tell you everything I know. Everything they felt while they died, alone with no one to help them."

        His grin was twisted, wicked in nature. But it didn't phase Frisk. "I'm listening."

        Perhaps Flowey shouldn't even be surprised. Nothing phased Frisk these days. He of all people would know. "Austin's last moments were all calm and cozy, then confused and frightened, right before something stabbed him." His face contorted as he began to giggle, rushing into the next kid's story. "Gabriel was the same, but there was no warmth. He was scared the whole time, then screaming. Something impaled him. I'll bet it was the Royal Guard, and with what Undyne said, I'll bet it was her."

        Frisk didn't even flinch at what Flowey said, even when he paused to wait for a reaction. So, with a huff, he kept up with his stories, except now they weren't as animated as the previous two were. "Daya's last moments were nothing but pain and burns and fire. She probably burned alive. It would explain why her pain brought forth nothing but fire." Funnily enough, that was what got Frisk's attention, but he barely did anything other than shift. Not that that stopped Flowey. "Via was full of despair when she died, choking on something she thought was safe: Mom's precious pie. That would explain everything. And we already know how Flare and Vera were murdered."