Don't Reset

Chapter Nine - Something Wet

You don't remember passing out yet you find yourself back at the hotel. Attempting to move you find yourself frozen in place, looking down floweys vines are coiled around you.

You feel something wet press against your neck.

"Flowey," you try to say, but it comes out as a moan, edging him on.

The vines around you grow tighter, but not enough to hurt you.

"S-stop." Another moan.

More vines appear, massaging your thighs and mid section.

God damn it.

You try to move your arms, he has you completely paralyzed.

"Get off me." It was quite.

He went limp around you, but didn't proceed to move away.

You tug your arm free reaching for your neck.

Grabbing the vines you begin to unwind yourself, the soreness around your ribs predominate.

You craw to the edge of the bed, finally meeting his gaze.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, for fucks sake I'm fine, just a little sore."

He sighs in relief.

"That doesn't mean what you did was okay, petal face."

He snickers, "Nice insult."

"Fuck you."

He pauses for a moment before whispering, "I wish you would."

You stop, a faint blush on your
cheeks.

"Are we going to go or what?"

He snorts, "Can you even get up without help?"

You glare at him for a bit, "I'm not leaving this place not being able to walk, if I'm really that fucked up I'll just reset."

He looks away, frowning, but doesn't say anything.

"Try standing."

You do as he says, moving your legs and placing them on the cool floor. Your sides ache in protest.

"Are you okay?"

"Ask me that one more fucking time."

"Shit, sorry."

You hold onto the side of the bed, gently pushing yourself up. Still holding onto the bed you attempt to step in the direction of the bathroom door. Every muscle in your body burning. You retract your hands from the bed, attempting to stand without falling.

Glancing over at flowey, he looks restrained, as if he were trying to keep himself from helping you.

You sigh in defeat, looking down at your shoes.

"Flowey-" he's at your side immediately.

"Are you-" You glare in his direction, silencing him.

"I need you to help me."

He complies, wrapping himself around you and acting as support. His stem circling your body and his face gently resting in the crook of your neck.

You quietly mumble a thanks before attempting to walk once more.

The pain is still present but much more bearable.

You pry open the bathroom door waking inside. Looking at your reflection you nearly gasp.

"You gave me a fucking hickey."