Hurricane's Oneshots (REQUESTS OPEN!!)

The Truth. . . : Undertale (No ship)

WOW AN ONESHOT THATS NOT SANDERS SIDES!?!? WHAT THE HELL?? ANGST WARNING SO MUCH ANGSTY GOODNESS!!!! This takes place after a pacifist route that happened after multiple resets. Yes I am aware this is very similar to a comic, however for the life of me I cannot recall who made the comic, but the basic idea of this chapter belongs to the person who made that comic.

He was in the same spot as always, thinking like always. If anyone else had. . .if someone else had. . . but no, it was him. He looked around the room, the patch of golden flowers was beautiful. He was sitting and thinking, same as everyday. Then he heard a rustle.

"W-Who's there?? Go away!!" He cried, he couldn't bare to face whoever it was. He knew that person was someone that would hate him, someone he had hurt. He already was hating himself enough right now, anyone else around would destroy him.

Frisk made their way out of the shadows. "Oh great, have you come to rub your success in my face? OR are you here to RESET??" His smirk grew, "Oh I bet you have, you've gotten sick of this 'happy ending' haven't you Frisk??"

"No." Signed Frisk, "I'm never resetting and although my family can be tiring, I will never be sick of them." He rolled his eyes.

"Honestly Frisk you are disgustingly pure. How can you handle yourself? AnYwAYs, why are you here?"

Frisk pulled out a flower pot.

"Not this again Frisk. I've told you once and I'll say it again, I DON'T WANT TO BE A PART OF YOUR HAPPY ENDING!! I DON'T WANT TO SEE SANS AND UNDYNE AND METTA AND MO- TORIEL AND ASGORE!!! I DON'T CARE ABOUT It anymore. . . i just can't" Flowey was in tears, sobbing "i-i'm not one of your happy friends frisk, i j-just can't be."

Frisk sighed, and set the pot on the ground by Flowey. "Flowey, I don't need you to be a happy friend"

"Then why are you here?! YOU AND YOUR DAMN POT!! GET THE FUCK AWAY FRISK GO BACK TO THE SURFACE AND BE HAPPY DAMMIT!!" Flowey shouted, using a vine to knock over and shatter the pot. Frisk stood up quickly and backed out of the room.

Flowey looked at the shattered pot and saw some thing written on it in Frisk's terrible hand writing. 'Frisk's best friend.' Flowey stared at that shattered piece for a long time. "Frisk. . .sees me as. . .their best friend. . .?" He couldn't stop the tears from flowing heavily, "H-H-how can I-I d-d-do th-this to the-them. I'M SUCH AN IDIOT!!" Flowey was sobbing.

A day passed, then two. Frisk hadn't come back yet. Flowey had stopped crying, but was drooped over sadly, sniffling and muttering to himself.

Then he heard a rustle. He turned quickly and regained his practically lost composure.

"Sorry it took so long for me to get back," Frisk signed, "Mom needed help with chores, then Undyne and Alphy's wanted to show me an anime."

"Y-You came back. . .?" Flowey mumbled.

Frisk smiled, "Of course I did Flowey, why wouldn't I come to see my best friend." They pulled out super glue. "What do ya say Flowey? You ready?"

"Shut up and come fix the damn pot kid. . . .I'm sorry." Frisk moved over and began working on fixing the pot, and Flowey helped as much as he could.