**COMPLETED**Finding Family(Underfell AU)

Frisk's Side of Things

"There's not much left to my story," said Flowey after a long time. They had barely moved for what had seemed like years, but neither one had wanted to pull away. 

"I might as well finish up," said Flowey. "When I woke up, I didn't know what had happened to me. Everything seemed to be covered in a thick haze. I tried to move my arms and legs, but nothing happened. I couldn't move. I cried out in fear. "Mom! Dad! Help! Help me!" I shouted until I heard footsteps. It was my father, Asgore. "A-Asriel?" He asked. I nodded, and he started crying. "My poor poor son, he said. I'm so sorry. There was nothing else I could do." I looked down at myself. All I could see was a green stem and some leaves. I didn't know what had happened to me. Asgore filled me in on what had happened. Apparently a lot. 

After I had died and so had Chara, the Underground was in chaos. Asgore had declared war on humans in a fit of anger, and my mother, Toriel had left. Gaster had disappeared without a trace. There were rumors that he had fallen into the machine that he was building to try and bring monsters back to life, and was scattered across time and space. A new royal scientist had replaced him, and she had started doing secret experiments as well, trying to harvest a human's DETERMINATION and injecting it into monsters. Apparently she had tested some determination on a flower, one that was growing in the garden where I had died. Some of my dust must have still been in the flower bed or on  the flower, and I had been almost brought back to life in a way. I wasn't the same person I had been before, but I had the same memories, and most of the same feelings."

"How long had you been dead for?" asked Frisk. "Or however that works,"

Flowey chuckled softly. "I had been gone for about 6 months. As close as anyone could tell anyways,"

"That all happened in just six months?" asked Frisk, incredulous. 

"Yes it did," said Flowey. "And that about wraps up my story. I mean, if you wanted to know about the resets and stuff, I don't know what happened specifically anymore, but one day I guess I died. I reset, and that was the start of a lot of crazy timelines. We probably shouldn't get in to them all, there's so many, and they get very confusing. Let's just say I've done a lot. I've helped everyone, I'm sorry to say I've killed everyone. I've even made it to the surface a couple of times. I've seen humans kill everyone down here, and I've seen monsters kill everyone else down here too. It's hard sometimes, knowing everything that would or could happen. I'm not proud of all the things that I have done," said Flowey, looking down at his stem. 

"When you came, you were something totally new, something completely different. You were so interesting, right from the beginning, even if you were super annoying most of the time." He grinned. "I'm glad I don't have the power to reset anymore Frisk. I know that you will do a much better job with the power that I ever have. But now, you've heard me talk enough. It's time for you to spill. Tell me your story."

Frisk looked away, seeming to quiet a little. 

"Okay," she said finally. "It's only fair I guess," She smiled at Flowey, and then started her story. 

"I live in a place called America, on the surface. I don't really know how much you know about the surface. I live in a tiny little state called New Hampshire. I was an orphan, I never knew who my parents were. I was always a little bit of a loner. I was always wishing that I was somewhere else, that I could go off to be with people that I fit in with, that I would enjoy being around. Life up there, for me at least, it was never really exciting. I had friends, but it wasn't 100% real, if you know what I mean. At least not for me. I was very good at hiding what I really felt, or what I really noticed around me. I used to watch different shows and read books. I would wish and hope and pray that I could go into the story and escape the boring world I was stuck in. I was always dreaming things like that. 

Anyways, I lived with another orphan, Sasha. She was 18 and had taken care of me for the longest time. Since I was little. We lived in a small little cabin. Life wasn't too bad when I was with her. I still wasn't very motivated to do anything though. Sasha taught me to always be polite, and to take what you are given and to be grateful. I don't know how we managed to survive, but somehow, Sasha managed to do that. I love her for that, and I am sorry that I left her. I think I finally found the place I was always dreaming of though, even if I had to change a couple things around here." She grinned jokingly at Flowey. 

"Keeping on with the story though, one day I was on my way home from school. I was walking down my street when a whole group of kids a year or two older than me came up to me. They asked where my parents were, and what had happened to them. "They probably didn't want you, and so they just ditched you on the side of the road," said one. "I bet that they were criminals or something else horrible like that and they got taken to prison and killed," said another. They said other horrible things like that, and made fun of me and my life. I hated them, and what they did to me. I ran off, leaving them far behind, and I ran for the only place that I could be alone, the only place that I had ever felt truly happy. Behind my house is a mountain. It's not huge, but it always caught  my eye. It stood all by itself, and it always looked like it held hundreds of secrets. Sasha and I used to hike up it all the time. At the top we had a whole camp set up in a cave, and we would sleep up under the stars on warm summer nights and have campfires. I could escape from the stifling closeness that I felt in my life. So anyways, I was running up to the cave to hide out for a while. I wanted to get away from everyone, and I wanted to think about what those kids had said. I had always wondered about my parents, and why they had let me. I had always wanted a family. A real family. I mean, Sasha was great, but I wanted a mom and and a dad, someone to help me when I needed it, and to play with me and tell me jokes to make me laugh, and to encourage me, and make me a better person. I wanted to have adventures, but really what I wanted was a family. What those kids said hit me hard and scared me down to my core. I was scared that maybe it was me that they didn't want, that I wasn't good enough for them. I was worried that they hadn't thought that I was good enough to keep. 

As I was running up the mountain, I saw the canyon ahead of me. I don't know if the mountain was a volcano or something, but there was this huge crater at the top of it. Sasha and I used to throw something into the darkness and see how long it would fall before we heard it fall to the bottom. You couldn't see the bottom from the ledge. It just all faded to black. Whenever we threw something down, we would never hear it land either, no matter how big it was. I stopped then at that canyon. Something seemed to be pulling me closer to it, like a warm guiding hand pulling me closer to the edge. It wasn't like the presence that I felt when we were teleporting with Sans, this was nicer.  I walked closer to the canyon. I felt numb, and not scared at all. The hand walked me closer and closer, and then I found the darkness rising up around me, the feeling of falling. I don't even really remember actually walking off the cliff. I just found myself falling all of a sudden. I woke up in a bed of flowers, and a small prick of light high above me. I wasn't even hurt, much to my surprise. I still don't know how I fell all that way without being hurt. You know pretty much the rest of the story. I walked until I found you, and then we started our adventure together. I told my story wasn't as exciting or good as yours,"

Flowey looked surprisingly sad, much to Frisk's surprise. She hadn't thought that her story was much to be sad about. I mean, compared to what he had been through, her story was nothing. She felt grateful though, that he cared enough and was sympathetic to her. 

"Frisk, I want you to have your dream become a reality. I feel like it will. It might not be what you dreamed it would be, but in a way, you are starting to have your own family down here. Sans and I, and I know that with your attitude, you'll draw in more people. We all love you Frisk. I hope you know that. Thank you for letting me here your side of the story. I love you Frisk."

Flowey snuggled up closer to Frisk. Frisk lay down and cradled Flowey to her. It was nice to be able to tell someone about her, about her doubts and her insecurities. 

"I love you too Flowey," said Frisk, and then drifted off to sleep.