hiya y'all
so this shit is discontinued for good, yes, but like
for some reason even after i announced that i felt a mighty need to finish writing this chapter. i don't remember,, when i actually completed this chapter but whatever
anyway bc it's been nagging me for a long time here's what would've been chapter four uwu
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Sans threw Chara back into his room, wiping his tears. "don't you dare talk to frisk! i don't need you turning him into a murderer!"

"Look, Sans, I--"

Sans slammed his fists on the wall, "SHUT UP!" He stormed out of the room.

Chara scoffed. She only wanted to tell him something. Geez.

Sans came down the stairs, seeing Frisk still standing in the living room. "frisk. i'm sorry ya had to see that, kiddo."

"It's fine..."

"listen, kid. i don't want you to go anywhere near her. don't do it again. please."

Frisk sighed. "I understand..."

"thanks, buddy." He ruffled Frisk's hair and walked towards the front door, opening it and going outside.

Frisk couldn't help but think about Chara. Sans said she was from previous 'timelines'? What does that mean? He feels like this is something he should remember, yet he just can't. Maybe if he asked... No, he promised Sans he wouldn't do that. Maybe Flowey...? He's pretty mysterious.

He went upstairs and knocked on Papyrus' door. "Hey, Papyrus! Can I come in?"

"WHAT'S THE SECRET CODE?"

"Uh... Spaghetti?"

Papyrus went silent. Shortly after the door opened, with Papyrus standing the doorway.

"ARE YOU A WIZARD?"

"Uhm, no..." Frisk slipped in, and Papyrus closed the door. "I wanna talk to Flowey. Alone..."

"HMMMMM. OKAY!!!!!" Papyrus opened the door again and walked out, closing it again.

Frisk walked into the room, seeing Flowey looking out the window, like always. He walked over to the windowsill and tapped the flower. Flowey flinched and looked to the side. He sighed, "What do you want?"

"Oh. I just wanted to, uh... Ask ya' something..."

Frisk stood beside Flowey silently for second. "Do you know anything about... Timelines?"

Flowey went completely still. He stared at the child. "Flowey...?"

Flowey clenched his teeth, angrily. "Get. Out."

"But--!"

"I said get out!"

"Please, I just--!"

"NOW!"

"WHO IS CHARA?!" Frisk yelled. He had to get a question out somehow, even if the question he asked was not exactly the one he wanted the answer to.

The flower flinched away from him, his angered expression now replaced with something Frisk could vaguely make out as slight worry. "Wh... What?"

"I..." Frisk cleared his throat. "Who is Chara? That's what I want to know."

Flowey shook his head, "H-How... How do you know about her?"

"Sans... He brought her here. She's locked up in his room."

"WHAT?" Flowey screamed, "SH-SHE'S HERE?!"

Frisk hesitantly nodded. Flowey's eyes shined with what looked like... tears? He quickly looked down at the floor, in an attempt to hide the tears he tried to keep in.

"Oh my god... She's here... She's alive...?" Flowey mumbled, before looking back up Frisk, "Does Mo--... T-Toriel know about it?"

Frisk thought. "I don't think so..."

"Ok... Frisk..."

"Y-Yes?"

Flowey looked at him hopefully, "Could you... Take me to her?"

'What?! N-No, I can't do that, Sans said...'

Frisk slowly shook his head no. "I-I... I'm sorry, but... Sans said--"

"NO!" Flowey suddenly yelled, his tone desperate, "No, Frisk, you don't understand! I need to see her! Please, Frisk! What has Sans been doing to her, is he hurting her?!"

He felt so bad. He could see the tears Flowey tried so hard to keep from coming out already making their way down his face. Why he was crying, he didn't know, but...

"F-Flowey! Don't cry! I really want to help you, but Sans doesn't want me to be near her." Frisk told him, reaching his hand out to try and wipe the flower's tears, but Flowey turned away.

"SCREW WHAT HE SAYS!" Flowey choked out, "I need to see her! I need to be with her! I missed her!"

Frisk pulled his hand back, "You... missed her?" 

"I missed her, so much, Frisk! You have no idea how much it hurt! I thought she was gone! I thought she was completely gone, for so long, I... And now she's here, a-and I just..." Flowey trailed off, going silent.

"Flowey..." Frisk couldn't think of anything else to say. He watched as Flowey openly sobbed, tears streaming down his face as he wilted.

They sat in silence for what felt like hours, until there a was a startling knock on the door, followed by a soft voice.

"Hello?" Toriel called from outside the door, "Are you two alright? I heard screaming and crying... I'm coming in."

Frisk ran to the door, "No, Mom! We're fine, it's just--"

Toriel opened the door to see a very panicked Frisk, and Flowey crying his eyes out. "Oh, Flowey!"

Flowey sniffed. "M-Mom..." His voice was soft, almost completely different from how he normally sounded... "Chara... She's here... She's alive!"