~Wilt Of Our Flower~

Frisk lay in bed, sheets white as the clouds. Flowey placed on a table near them with his name drawn the pot with crayon. It's child-like font was faded and smeared from years of age, but still visible. The beautiful mid-afternoon sun bathed the room with a sunny, white glow. It was such a nice day, you would think the windows would be open, letting a nice breeze flow in and the sound of the birds chirping a tune. Instead, the only sound was the repeating beep of the monitor. Flowey kept quiet so he could be the first to know a disturbance in the beeps.

Beep..

Beep..

Beep..

It was torture for him, but Frisk was smiling. Their face was painted with age. Their hair no longer a pleasant brown, instead a cement gray. Even their clothes, brand new or not, seemed as old as they were. Years and years of knowledge and representing the monsters has worn them down, but Frisk didn't show it. They turned to Flowey, still with their gentle grin.

"What a lovely day isn't it?" Frisk said, their voice fatigued.

Flowey looked back at them and responded naturally. "Yeah, it's ok I guess. I've seen better"

Frisk gave a little laugh, followed by a cough, which they tried to mask. "Such a spectacular view as well."

"You see it everyday! Every time you wake up you look at it? Doesn't it tire you, the same view point every single day?" Flowey lashed out suddenly, not relatively happy with the current state.

Frisks smile faded a bit and didn't respond. A hush filled the room once more, only the constant...

Beep..

Beep..

Beep..

Flowey had a look of regret on his face. He wanted to apologize, though he didn't. He tried to think of something else to say.

"Frisk...

aren't you going to RESET?"

The room still quiet. Frisk stalled their answer as they looked over to absorb the vast view as they did every day.

"Now, Asri-"

"Flowey." Flowey interrupted.

"Now, Flowey, why would I do that? Even now?" Frisk said, as they turned back to him.

"You've done it before! Why would this time be any different? No one would remember!" He tried to control his frustration.

"It would be different. Here everyone is finally happy. They have the surface, each other, and still a world to explore. And though it's true no one would remember, I would, and so would you. I wouldn't be able to live with myself knowing that I've stripped them of another happy ending. I know deep down you wouldn't be able to either."

Flowey was about to retaliate but caught himself before any thoughts could escape. He looked to the side, as if waiting for someone to enter and stop this conversation.

"And it was like you said before...

why look at the same thing everyday?"

Flowey, now at a complete loss of thoughts and what to say. But there was one thing he could.

"Your right." It escaped from his mind with out him noticing. He was caught off guard for a moment and waited for Frisk's response.

They smiled.

Beep..

Beep...

Beep...

"I'm glad I fell down. I'm glad I've met all of you." They said, sounding a bit weaker than before.

Beep...

Beep...

Beep...

"I've must of been the luckiest human to ever live to be able to grow up and live with all of you. Nothing in the world could ever change that. Not even a thousand RESETs."

Flowey, surprised of all this being said now, was rendered speechless.

Beep....

Beep....

Beep....

A tear rolled down Frisk's aged face as they began to feel heavy.

"I wouldn't have changed anything for the world, you know that right?"

Flowey was tranced with their words.

He didn't notice.

Beep.....

Beep.....

Beep.....

"Thank you, Asriel..."

Frisk sank into the mattress, letting their weight release. They became cold, not even the sum oozing from the windows could thaw their chilled surface.

Beep......

Beep.........

........

It grew quiet.

A continuous ring filled the room.

Flowey sat on the counter next to the bed and stared. He recalled a memory. A memory of a child lying in golden flowers, sleeping peacefully just like them.

"It's Flowey.... You idiot.." His eyes became watery.

-Days Later-

Flowey rooted in the soil of the earth, out of the pot which seemed like decades. He sit a the site of the ambassador of monsters. The sun was shining much like that day, the warm glow made it harder to take it in. They lie buried underneath golden buttercups, where they started, and where they ended.

"Beautiful day isn't it?"