Undertale: Fragments

Chapter 19: Different Arrangement

Sweet mercy is 

nobility's true badge. 

♡William Shakespeare

☼Frisk

When G closes his eye sockets, and his body goes limp, I panic. Flowey is still held in my right hand, with a few weak vines wrapped around my wrist, but he's unfocused. Dazed by the pain he just had to endure. I'm sure he's hurt. But G... I have no idea what Flowey has done to him, his bones, his soul. Oh no.

"G. G, listen. Wake up." I breathe out.

I shift, moving G so his torso rest against my legs. I kneel over him as his skull lays in my lap. My grip on Flowey is tight, holding him up and away from G. My one hand goes to G's shirt, jerking the neckline open so I can see into his ribcage.

I feel the movement inside me, then, my soul appears. The heart shape energy red and bright. One of Flowey's vine twitches against my skin, but that only makes me grip him tighter. I focus, letting my energy call out to the skeleton.

"Cupcake? You hate it when I call you that, right? Wake up, G. Come on. Call me doll face. Please... G?"

He can't turn to dust. He can't turn to dust. He can't turn to dust.

My soul awaits anxiously, presented unprotected in front of my chest. I'm still staring through G's rib cage, just waiting.

"G..." I whisper.

Around his sternum, a spark ignites. With a growing pulse, his energy gathers and pushes his soul forward. His heart shaped life forced moving to hover in front of his chest. The beautiful gold color dim, but still glowing.

A sob pushes through my throat. The relief washing over me like a cool wave. G's okay. He's okay.

Remembering Flowey, I quickly pull my own soul back in my chest. Then wait anxiously as G's does as well. When his soul is safe, I take several deep breaths, trying to calm my racing mind.

G's okay. He's not turning to dust. I'm not going to lose him.

Breathe. Breathe.

Somewhat collecting my thoughts, I focus back on G. I look down at his ribcage again, and am startled to find two broken ribs. I heard Flowey break the one, but when did he break the other? They're both only being held together by weak magic.

I bite the inside of my cheek, imagining G going through that pain all alone.

I can wrap those up for now, but I don't have any magic to heal him myself. Papyrus can, or Toriel. We just have to get to the surface. I will make sure G gets to the surface alive.

I almost groan, I forgot I left the backpack up at the throne room. Along with all our food and water and bandages.

"So... What are you going to do?" The child like voice asks weakly.

Pulling in a deep breath, I turn and bring Flowey to eye level. I keep my torso turn though, not letting him a foot near G. He gazes at me, his vines limp and weak. His petals are torn in places and he has a vacant look in his eyes.

Flowey has hurt my friends before, and now, he's almost taken G away from me, and put him through terrible things. Flowey has been completely evil.

But that doesn't mean he can't change,

Right now, with him weak and uncaring in my hand, I could kill him if I wanted to. He wouldn't even fight back. I could make sure he never hurts G ever again. I could keep everyone safe.

But if I don't show him mercy, there wouldn't be a chance for him to change.

I chose MERCY.

"Depends." I say softly.

He tilts his head, petals moving softly. The same confused face as when I gave him mercy countless times before. "On what?"

"If you'll come with me. With us."

His eyes go over mine. Trying to figure out where my kindness and soft heart comes from. After a long moment, he sighs, before looking back at me.

"You really want to take me with you to the surface?" He asks, tired.

"Yes," I confirm.

He narrows his eyes in frustration, looking away. His torn and dirty petals come into view.

"Did I do all that?" I ask, a part of me hoping G put up a good fight, the other apologetic for seeing Flowey in this state.

He turns, but doesn't quite look at me yet. "Not really you..."

The double meaning is heavy in his words. I'm about to demand who did this to him when the answer suddenly clicks into place.

"Chara..." My dirt covered hands. The reason for Flowey's sudden aggression. Of course.

"Chara hurt you, didn't he?" I breathe out.

Flowey finally looks up at me. "I was in the throne room when he found me. At first I thought it was you, but then he grabbed me..." He's ruined leaves shiver for a moment. The soulless monster very afraid of the demon.

"Chara, made me do this," Flowey says bitterly, "Try to take out G and make you reset. Just so I wouldn't die right there. I did what he said..." Flowey trails off, then looks up at me.

He hesitantly ask, "Are... are you still going to let me come with you?"

"Of course," I say softly.

He studies me for another moment.

"Why?" His voice breaks.

I pull him closer, gently touching one of his torn petals. He flinches away at my touch, but I softly stroke it until he stills.

"Because you're my friend." I pull my hand away, looking at him.

Flowey's gaze is searching mine, before he looks down. Quietly, he says, "Frisk... you really are merciful," Then straightens up and snaps, "Fine. Whatever."

I give him a strained smile. I do consider him my friend, but that does not mean I'm okay with him hurting G.

"Okay, first we have to lay a few rules." He raises an eyebrow at this. "First, no hurting anyone, especially G. Second, you stay with me at all times. No going near G and no going to see anyone without me. Third, you need to try and be nice. It's going to be a... different arrangement for everyone, but we can do it."

He rolls his eyes. "Why don't you just throw me in the lava? That would be much easier."

I shake my head, "I'm not going to do that, Flowey."

He grumbles under his breath, but I don't hear what he says.

My Determination keeps me going. My brain already trying to figure out how this is going to work. I can't just let Flowey hang on me all the time, G especially won't like that. But I need a way to carry him and make sure he can't take off.

An idea blossoms in my head, and I turn and grin at Flowey. It's the perfect form of transportation for both of us.

He gives me a weird look back, "What?"