No One is Happy with This (Undertale)

52 ~ No Question

You take your time in getting home. Gaster's given you a pretty weighty load to think about, and you don't particularly feel like discussing it with anyone.

Would it be a mercy?

Of course, you're not going to kill Flowey, no matter what. You're never killing anyone, ever again.

But the question still drags itself through your mind, limping along like a stray dog that refuses to leave.

Is Flowey, unable to feel emotion, really alive? And would killing him be merciful?

... At this rate, you'll have to find out if there's some sort of mental animal control to catch this stray dog of a thought.

You could do it, you know. Kill Flowey. You've done it before, no problem.

You've held a knife in your hands, stepped up to stand in front of the flower. Sometimes, he was badly beaten, cut nearly to shreds, after a long battle. One time, he was begging you for mercy, Asgore's dust still settling around you both.

Yeah. You've killed him before.

You could easily do it again.

As a mercy.

And just like that, you turn, step off the sidewalk, and puke into some bushes.

When you've finished regurgitating your meal, you fall back onto your rump and just sit there for a little while, trying to take deep breaths. Your stomach and your throat both hurt now, and you just want to go lay down.

You just want to stop thinking about this.

Because there is no question. It doesn't matter if Gaster is morally right or morally wrong. It doesn't matter if you're morally right or morally wrong.

You are not going to kill Flowey.

There's no question.

There's not.

There's not!

There--

"F-Frisk?" Alphys's voice snaps you out of your troubled thoughts. "W-what are you doing back here?"

You glance at the bushes, then look away. "I-... I don't feel too good."

Alphys looks where you looked and goes a little pale. She shakes it off quickly, though, and steps over to kneel beside you, pressing a hand to your forehead. Then she pulls away a little. "W-well it doesn't feel like you have a f-fever, so that's good! D-do you think you can s-stand? You can l-lean on me, and I'll w-walk you home."

You just nod a little and take her offered hand. You're a little woozy, but Alphys does indeed let you lean on her shoulder, and she keeps up a soft, steady chatter about... well, about her life. Anime and Undyne and working at the lab now that Gaster's there.

You're thankful for this. It kinda distracts you from... well. That stuff.

When Alphys knocks on the door to your house, you're surprised to see that it's Asgore, not Toriel, who answers. His expression is some strange mix of pleased and sorrowful, and then, on seeing you, a splash of concern is added. "Frisk...?" He asks slowly.

"T-they said they didn't feel too well." Alphys supplies. "S-so I h-helped then walk home."

There's a little more conversation between them, but you stop listening as soon as Asgore scoops you up. You're tired, and it feels nice to let your head rest on Asgore's shoulder.