Cage Of Bones

Chapter 3: The You-Know-What

Author's Note: Let's see how our resident Human is holding up, shall we?

Trigger warning: Uncensored language

(Updated Edits On 12/18/22)

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Frisk opened the door and sighed, their feet dragging on the bedroom floor before they collapsed face first on their bed; a moan of frustration escaping.

Flowey's leaves stopped button-mashing his PSP for a moment as he looked at Frisk from his perch on the nightstand, his face not looking the least bit amused by Frisk's behavior.

"Jesus, I know that this is supposed to be the age of being all emotional and shit, but can't you be upset about something QUIETLY?!" he spat in annoyance.

Flowey heard a mumbled "Sorry..." come from the bed, but nothing more than that.

That threw Flowey off for a moment. Throughout the 6 months spent so far on the surface, he's never seen Frisk so...down in the dumps. At least, not since the first few days of being up there.

Something was up.

"Damn...something REALLY must be eating at ya. Care to share with the class?" Flowey asked, surprised at how genuine his voice sounded.

DAMN IT! This kid was rubbing off on him!

Frisk turned over and looked at him, looking close to tears.

"Did...something happen downstairs?" Flowey tried.

Frisk nodded slightly before responding, their innocent, soft voice heard.

"Something's wrong with Sans..." they said quietly.

"He's a skeleton that has only 1 HP but is supposedly more powerful than me! There's ALREADY something wrong with him!" Flowey retorted.

Frisk shook their head slightly as they sat up on the bed.

"No! I mean...something's REALLY bothering him! He's tired...more tired than usual. And he snapped at me this morning at breakfast. He looked so scared when he did too...like he had killed someone or something. He hasn't done that in a long time. And considering how dismissive he was trying to be...I think...he's getting the nightmares again..."

Flowey's eyes widened slightly in surprise.

"Nightmares?"

Frisk nodded.

"As in...the nightmares about...the you-know-what?"

Frisk tensed up before nodding again.

Flowey and Frisk had made a mutual agreement to not talk about the Genocide Route. It had landed them both on their deathbeds with little chance of coming back nearly twenty separate times. They both had nightmares for weeks after the most recent timeline reset. Frisk was honestly surprised Flowey was committing to the agreement, but at the same time they weren't. Flowey was still a jerk like he was before...but little by little...the bit of Asriel that was still inside him was beginning to show through. Frisk knew deep down that chances of Asriel truly coming back were slim to none, but it was nice to see Flowey genuinely trying and growing into this new, loving family dynamic all the same. Even if only a little bit.

"Damn...I honestly thought that was just a hoax...a hiccup in the last reset or something. But...he REALLY does remember?"

Frisk nodded again.

"He always did."

Flowey didn't know what to think of this. HOW could Sans remember? Sans was just a skeleton. He had a lot of power, sure...even if he didn't show it...but he wasn't anything special. Whenever the timeline resets, everyone forgets. It's always been that way. Everyone was supposed to forget except himself, Frisk, and apparently Sans.