How Could You Forget?

Waiting

Days dragged on, blurring into weeks without much notice. The monster and human pair didn't know how long they had been forced to remain in their wooden prison, but neither seemed to care much. The two of them were more focused on ways to escape confinement rather than count time. After weeks of attempted escaped, the human had grown weary, exhaustion creeping in and hope dwindling. After their last failed attempt, the two of them sat down and discussed their plans, trying to decide on their next course of action. She and her partner had gone through so many monsters, so many battles, and had barely escaped with their lives. It had been a miracle that the two of them were alive and relatively safe, so after much deliberation the two decided to remain trapped, allowing their bodies time to heal.

Frisk and Flowey stayed in the little shed, not able to escape, so they made the most of their tiny space, trying to embrace their captivity with even a shred of happiness. Flowey was the first to try and cheer up the nervous human after weeks of being trapped. He had managed to grow a few plants through some of the larger cracks in the wooded floor, the sprouts turning into turning into small buds that she thoroughly enjoyed watching. Of course, the plant monster could grow them into their full extent, but giving them the beginnings of a plant made it more exciting to have something to take care of, to watch grow, and it did brighten the mood a bit as they tried to keep their minds off of their current situation. Sometimes the two of them would tell stories of their lives before everything went to shit, although both were hesitant and didn't speak much whenever the other asked about hard situations. There were still secrets that they were reluctant to reveal, but they both understood and held no grudges whenever someone went too far. After all, they were together all day every day, it would be impossible not to get on one another's nerves.

When they weren't caring for the flowers or making idle chit chat, Frisk would speak with Gaster, wanting to understand the strange creature that now resided inside her body and in her very soul. It was difficult at first, neither one quite sure what to make of the other since they were two entirely different beings coinhabiting one body. It took time to develop a certain level of camaraderie since the two often disagreed on how to proceed with their current set back. Gaster wanted to escape desperately, to get to 'the lab' wherever that was, but without proper time to recover they would run the risk of dying whether it be to the elements or to the other monsters underground.

It shocked the specter how fragile the human really was, granted he had known of humans long before being shunned into the depths of the earth, but that had been centuries ago, time having made him forget just how delicate their race really was. For her it was simple, just a fall could harm her, make her bleed. Monsters like him took much more damage before they could be truly hurt, their bodies a target for harm, but where it really counted was their souls, for if a monster's soul was too far gone, they would cease to exist. The ghostly figure would explain this to the curious human who in turn asked more questions, genuinely eager to learn more about his race, especially since he was a more willing companion. Flowey had only given her the basics and while she didn't doubt the plant, she wondered if maybe that's all he knew. From what she gathered, Flowey wasn't always a flower, and although she had asked about his former life, he refused to talk anymore on the subject, which she respected.

Frisk found herself enjoying the company of her two monster pals, especially when Gaster materialized into a ghostly figure which he assured he would only do when no one else was around. It was a nice change of pace to have a roof over her head and at least a meal a day. Sans had been harsh the first few weeks as they had tried to escape, giving her a meal only when she was on the verge of starvation, giving her water only when it was required and leaving her practically begging to go outside to relieve herself, and even then she was forced to wear a black dog collar with a leash on it! It was sadistic to say the least, and she found herself growing to hate the skeleton monster even more than she originally had. He would come to check on her periodically, like clock work. Once in the morning, sometimes once in the afternoon, and once at night. Those nightly visits were the worst, he would just sit by her bed and chuckle at her antics while she desperately tried to put distance between them.