(Don't play the music yet)

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FRISK
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Frisk stared at the closed door in front of her, with Flowey in her hands.

"So.... What room are we again?" Frisk asked him.

"Uggggghhhhh. Why meeeeee." Flowey groaned, burying his flower face under his leaves.

"Hey, I'm asking you politely. Why do you hate me so much?" Frisk asked, anger flowing through her veins. It's unfair how someone she doesn't know started to hate her when he doesn't even know her yet!

"Why do I hate you so much?" The yellow flower repeated, leaning at her face. "Because eversince I saw your FACE, I got an immediate DISLIKE for you. That's all!"

"DISLIKE? How is that possible when you hadn't even known me!"

"How is it possible for me to have NO SOUL." Flowey spat.

Frisk was speechless, not having the strength to retort.

Flowey scoffed, turning his back on her.

"It's just like that kid. Ebott High is always unfair." He muttered, loud enough for her to hear.

Frisk felt so.... Guilty.

It's an unusual feeling, especially to someone who hates her for no good reason. But guilt washed over her like a flood, she can't help it.

She knows Flowey has no soul. And just forcing him to like her is like an insult to him... Because he KNOWS he doesn't have a soul... And he knows that he'll never have one.

Frisk sighed.

"I'm sorry." She said softly. Flowey turned to her, surprised.

(PLAY LE MUSIC)

"I know you had no soul... Yet I forced you to feel... I'm sorry... It must be really hard for you..." She added. She looked up at him with apologetic eyes. "I hope you'll forgive me."

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FLOWEY
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' This little girl.... Is she out of her MIND?!?

Apologizing to someone just like THAT?!? And just... Accepting her MISTAKE?!?

This is INSULTING. Acting like she's done something RIGHT while I did something WRONG.

Trying to make me feel GOOD?!? As if I was BAD?!?

She doesn't know me! She doesn't know what I'm capable of! She.....! ..... She....

She.... Understands me...'

Flowey's gaze softened as he looked up at Frisk's eyes. Suddenly, he felt like someone understands him... And that he's not alone with his burden...

Woah. Hold up.

Is he losing his BRAIN?!?

' This girl HATES you. A few minutes ago she was yelling at you like YOU'RE JUST A FLOWER.'

And now... What is this feeling that is starting to surround his entire flower body?

He never felt so... Appreciating. Like this girl just made him realize what true kindness is.

He shook his head violently and growled. "Hmmph! You should be." He spat.

"Now! I believe the room is 203. Take me there, human." He ordered. Frisk smiled, not seeming to care if he bosses her around. "Yes, sir." She said, rather humorously as she walked towards their dorm.

(Ok you can stop le music now)

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Frisk opened the door to their dorm and it wooshed open.

The room has bare cream colored walls with 2 identical beds in both sides. Each side also appears to have a closet, drawer, and mini shelf hovering above the bed. A rug occupied most of the floor space in the middle, and a window stayed proudly between the two beds.

Frisk layed Flowey in a nearby drawer and began to take out her stuff.

Flowey watched in amazement as she started to organize her items and design her side of the room (which is of course the 'right') . She posted some photographs from the surface on the wall, writing words on them like "Happy Together!" Or "Having Fun under the Sun!"

Flowey felt like he wanted to gag at how cheesy they sounded. But he steadied himself and continued to watch.

Frisk pulled out her clothes clothing by clothing and placed them neatly in the drawers. Then she placed all the books she brought with her on the shelf and even placed a miniature owl figurine beside them.

After designing her side of the room, Flowey admired the vibrant colors, pictures and figurines placed in Frisk's side. He looked at his side in excitement.

Then realized that he can't design his side because he's only a flower.

Frisk giggled and held Flowey's pot in her hands. "It's way past curfew, Flowey. Maybe we should sleep before designing YOUR side of the bed. Okay?" She asked, giggling.

Flowey rolled his eyes. "It's not like I wanted to design my side anyway." He lied.

Frisk set him by the windowsill, resting her head on her arm as she watched.

Flowey started to panic. "H-Hey! Why did you put me here!?!" Flowey yelled.

Frisk shrugged. "I read that flowers need light to grow healthy. Thought maybe the moonlight and the view can help you sleep." She said.

Flowey scoffed. "What if I fall?!?"

"You won't. I'll watch you." Frisk said.

Flowey stared, speechless. The unusual warm feeling spread over him again. He pushed the feeling away. ' But she's a HUMAN. She needed sleep more than I DO.' Flowey thought.

But his eyes started to feel heavy and he felt himself drooping. He yawned, and with one last glance at the moon, he dozed off to sleep, with Frisk guarding him away from danger for the night.

HoI guys!

FINALLY AN UPDATE.

Now I'm sorry if this chapter isn't long enough. I'm a bit tired so I decided to put the only effort I can manage.

Also I'd like to thank all of you for waiting for the next update!

And you MatthewDalman

Just.

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Don't mind the harry potter references.

Ignore my 11 year old self.

So ye.

I'll update as much as possible!

I hope you <3 it!

BoI! 💁🏻
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