"flowey."

"Trashbag."

"nice to see you too." I hum sarcastically, the weed glares.

"What the hell do you want? Come to flaunt, you can control the timeline now? Come to kill me?" Flowey seethes, I shake my head.

"you were listening in to the conversation we were having with the king, weren't you?" I say knowingly.

"Yeah, and what do I have to do with any of that? You've come to tell me I'm staying behind, right?" Flowey growls, despite the demeanour, I could see the slight amount of hope fading in his eyes.

"no, actually. i've come to offer my help." Flowey gives me the suspicious side-eye. 

"Don't give me that bullshit, you hate me, and there's nothing that can change that. Your tricks won't work on me, bonehead, just get to the point and tell me what you really want." His anger grows.

"i know it seems strange, if i were in your position, i wouldn't believe me either. you've put me through hell over and over again, but between you and frisk, there is a difference." I pause, Flowey raises an eyebrow. "you don't have a soul, and that's what i want to help you with." I speak, Flowey stays quiet for a moment.

"Shut up." He grumbles. "Shut up with your stupid fucking lies, you don't want to help me, and I don't need your help. If I have to bash that into your skull, then so be it!" Flowey screeches as vines spring out of the ground.
I shortcut to the other side of the room. "You really expect me to believe a word you say, Trashbag? You're even dumber than I thought!" He shouts, the vines wrap around my bone and tie me into a prickly cocoon. He pulls me over to him, face to face. "I've been tricked by your lies before, and it always ended up with me becoming compost! And you can't even remember that, can you? Do you know how many resets we fought in? How many times did we kill each other? Any chance you got, you'd obliterate me, and I'd obliterate you! You're an idiot to even think I'd believe you'd want to help me!" 

"i do remember them, i remember your resets, and I remember frisks, and i know who you used to be, and i can bring that back, i can save you. if you'll let me." I wheeze.

"And who did I 'used to be' Trashbag? Who?" He spits, the vines tighten, and I can feel my bones pop.

"asriel." 

The vines loosen, Flowey just stares. Shocked and fearful.
I struggle out of his grip and sit cross-legged again, his stare just follows me.

"you don't even have to be asriel if you don't want to, but i can get you a soul. i can make you whole again." We sat in tense silence, Flowey didn't move. His eyes narrowed, and his face turned into a grimace.

"Why? Why would you bother to save me?" He mutters, confused.

"you put me through hell, but you've been through it too. you're just a kid with so many parts missing. we've both suffered, and yes, i'm still pissed off at you, obviously. what you did isn't going to go away. but i have no reason to hold onto that. i've chosen mercy." I glance over to the flower beside me. "i'm sure you have questions, so fire away."

"What's in it for you?" He grumbles as his vines retreat into the ground, I lean back on my hands.

"well, for starters, i won't have leaving you behind weighing on my conscience, i've seen all the different versions of you throughout the resets, but it never lasts. i won't say anything about what you did, there are only a few people that will know, so it'll be easily kept under wraps." I say, Flowey nods along. 
"i also need information, on the resets, dt and a few other things, but that all can wait." I hum.

"How will you give me a soul? You'd have to kill someone to get your hands on one, wouldn't you?" He asks.

"i have a few ideas, and no, i already have access to six human souls. it'll be difficult, but i'm sure it's possible." I answer.

"You mean you don't know if you can actually give me a soul?!" He shouts.

"i can figure it out, i've done things similar to it before, and now i have an idea for a stabilizer." Flowey tsks and rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, whatever." He groans, a question lingers in my mind.

"if- when i get you back to being yourself, what do you want to do? go back to your parents?" Flowey pauses.

"I don't know, it'd all feel kinda wrong." He hums. "And how the hell would I tell them anyway? 'Howdy, mother and father, it is I, Prince Asriel! Your 'supposed to be' dead child! I am here to join your family again, and don't question the fact that I'm alive now or where I came from because you won't get answers.'" I snort at his response, it was a serious conversation, but the face and voice he put on was priceless. 

"well, we could do that. i could make up some sort of excuse saying, 'ah yes, i was messing with dt and brought one of your children back to life.'" I joke.

"But then they'd ask for the other," Flowey says, dulling the atmosphere.

"i'm working on that," I whisper quietly.

"What?" Flowey narrows his eyes.

"i said we'll work on that." I stand, offering him a hand. "anyway, we have work to do, and the sooner we're outta here, the better. hop on." I say, Flowey eyes the arm but eventually slinks on, wrapping himself firmly around the bone so he wouldn't fall.

"If you rip even one vine I will kill you." Flowey growls.

"i have no doubt in that." I hum in response as we exit the room, I take a shortcut back to the castle. We do quick introductions before I am handed Asgore's speech, I grumble at the chicken scratch I have to translate.

One step at a time.

A/N:

Eyyyy, we got the weed in the game. All the pieces are falling into place. Hope you enjoyed the chapter! :D

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