> Displaced Frisk and Flowey
>  by black night sun
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> The arrival and first load
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??? Pov

I felt… both heavy and lighter at the same time. Struggling to open my eyelids, I could see why. I was small as all hell. I also felt like my eyelids weren’t really opening, yet I can see still. Looking around, I saw I was in what looked like some kind of ruined entrance hall of a stone castle.

“Howdy!” A voice said. My eyes widened a whole centimeter, and I turned around, seeing a certain flower and backing away in fear.

I managed to muster enough courage to speak. “D-d-don’t you c-come near me! I-i know w-who you are, I-i know what you do!” I shouted at the flower. This seemed to amuse him.

“Really? You know what this form usually does? Please, tell me.” The flower said with a chuckle.

“Y-you m-mean y-you d-don’t know how you b-became a flower?” I asked, curiosity giving me courage.

“Nope! I just woke up a little before you did,” The flower said, shrugging it’s petals. I sat down next to the flower, but was ready to bolt.

“D-d-do you know h-how I got here?” I asked. The flower tilted it’s head.

“You fell outta a portal.” The flower told me. I was concerned. Why did I fall out of a portal? The last thing I remembered was working on one of my stories with my co-writers. It also felt like a piece of my memory was missing. “Anyway, we should get out of here, a ruins aren’t a place for a kid.”

Alarm bells went off. “K-kid? I’m over 20 years old!” I said, offended.

“Yes, kill the fucking-flower…” A voice in the back of my head. I yelped at this, shaking my head to clear it of the voice.

“D-did you hear that?” I asked as I searched for the source of the voice.

The flower looked at me funny. “You hearing voices there, kid?” The flower asked me, with a inquisitive face.

I shook a bit. “I-i h-heard a-a dark v-voice, i-in my head,” I said, scared for what this could me. If I’m Frisk, and that’s Flower… then the voice was Chara. And I had NO intention of ever releasing her.
“A dark voice, huh… we better get me some power then, huh? I’d be the only one that could combat that ‘voice’. Don’t say it’s name, that’s how it came…” The flower said with a chuckle.

I got scared. “W-w-what about thinking it?” I asked nervously.

“That should be fine. They’re the demon the comes when you CALL it’s name. Not think it.” The flower said with a shrug.

I had a thought then. “W-w-were you h-human before you g-g-got here?” I asked the flower, recieving a nod. I suddenly felt better, knowing there was another person like me here. One that could actually defend me. “Oh thank god… I thought you were like the original Flowey.”

Then, I told the flower what it’s original counterpart could do. The flower was intrigued at the ideas. I did leave out the part of the human souls, though… I had a suspicion that it had a feeling about the power gaining part anyway.

    “Do you have any idea… how I would do any of this?” The flower asked me.

    “I don’t know. I’ll go get a flower pot, unless you want to try sticking in my hair.” I replied. The flower got a look of concentration for a second, before popping out of the ground, managing to make it’s way up my body into my hair.

    With Flowey firmly in place, I moved out of the entryway, peeking my head out. I saw what looked like a dark and spooky forest. “Wait…” I thought to myself. If that was the forest I thought it was, and this castle had sun and moon symbols on it’s tattered banners… I WAS IN EQUESTRIA!

    I was beaming, loving that I was here and displaced. I almost missed the yellow save point, if Flowey hadn’t slapped the side of my head to make me notice it, quickly saving my progress before going out into the woods.

    *The thought of being a displaced fills you with DETERMINATION

    Moving on into the woods, I followed the path coming from the castle, hoping it led somewhere near Ponyville. “Why are you so… happy?” The flower questioned as I skipped through the forest.

I giggled, smiling, “Don’t you get it Flowey? We’re displaced, and in one of my favorite shows! Why wouldn’t I be happy?” I asked with a little twirl, hearing the voice gag and doing another. “Shut up, Chara.” She thought to the voice.

Soon, the two were making their way out of the forest, to be met with the pastel colored ponies in their pastel colored village.

“My eyes! Can’t. Claw them. Out. Fast. Enough!” Chara shouted in Frisks mind, making the girl giggle at the demons overreaction.

I couldn’t see it, but I could feel the flowers deadpan. I shrugged a little, and decided that staying on the outskirts would be best. I was excited to meet the ponies, but they were skittish at best, and though it saddened me, I know they’d be scared of me at first.

Looking around, I saw a yellow blur. Assuming it was the shy that flutters, I followed the blur as sneakily as I could. I ended up outside the treehouse, hiding in a bush and looking inside as I saw the ponies… but they were different. They were anthro, and all but Pinkie and Rarity seemed dressed as the equestria girls versions of themself. Rarity was like Mettaton, and Pinkie… was wearing a pink version of Sans outfit. Except for the slippers, which were blue shoes of her equestria girls outfit.

“So the pink one is this universe’s smiley trashbag?” I heard Flowey whisper.

“Stupid comedians…” Chara said in my head. I was terrified, but hopeful. I knew no one had messed with timelines yet, so this should be a very different sans experience. Touching the savepoint I saw outside the building, I nervously knocked on the door.

I heard the ponies inside stop speaking, before hearing one come to the door It opened, revealing a purple mare of the magic variety. The purple smart. “I keep telling-” Was what she got out, before seeing me, screeching, and slamming the door shut.

“U-um… I’ll… c-come back later…” I said dejectedly, feeling tears pool in the sides of my eyes. I heard Flowey hissing a bit. He went into the ground, before vines came up, picking me up and the other slamming the door open. “Flowey! We don’t break into people's homes!”

“It’s a library!” The flower shouted back, putting me inside before going back in my hair. Purple smart looked scared, Pinkie had a sans worthy grin, Rainbow looked about to attack, Rarity, predictably, had fainted, Fluttershy was hiding somewhere, and AppleJack seemed sympathetic.

I panicked a little at seeing the light blue mare about to attack me. “P-p-please d-don’t attack! F-f-flowey j-just… doesn’t like s-seeing me cry,” I said hurriedly. At that moment, if Flowey could, I could tell he would have facepalmed.

    “And why should we?” Rainbow asked with a snarl. I took a step back, afraid of the giant ponies. There were about three times my size.

    Flowey got in front of me in the floor, white pellets forming above him. “Howdy, I’m FLOWEY. FLOWEY the Flower. And if you don’t want this flower to show it’s thorns, you’ll apologize to Frisk over there,” Flower said, a vine pointing to me.

    I shivered a little at the flowers tone. “F-flowey, please don’t hurt them,” I begged.

    The flower glanced at me for a second. “Oh, I won’t…” it started, before gaining it’s creepy face. “Much.” Before I could say a thing, Rainbow flew at the flower. The vine previously used to point at me shot up, grabbing the mares ankle and comically slamming her into the floor again and again.

    “Really?” I asked, a bit exasperated. The flower rolled it’s eyes, tossing Rainbow away.

    “Puny Pony.” It drawled. AppleJack seemed to not like her friend getting tossed around, and charged the two of us. A circle of pellets appeared around me, acting as a shield.

    The orange mare snarled. “Why don’tcha pick on someone ya own size?!” She shouted.

    “I would, but I’m a flower.” The flower deadpanned, shooting the five pellets above it’s head at the orange mare as she jumped, launching her into, and through, the far wall. I started crying a bit, making Floweys face go normal, the flower appearing below me.

    “Frisk? What’s wrong?” The flower asked concernedly.

    “I-i w-wanted t-to make friends here… n-now it’s all ruined…” I sobbed a bit.

    “Silly. You got a power for that, remember?” Flowey asked with a smug look. My eyes widened, before I closed my eyes, concentrating. When I tried to see, I saw the Continue and Load buttons there… but also RESET. I pressed Load, not needing RESET, and we went back roughly five minutes, to me outside the door. I was completely disoriented.

    This time, I tried a different approach. “H-h-hello? C-can I h-have some help?” I asked, sounding scared and lonely, and more importantly, innocent, Flowey helping by making only it’s head show in the side of my hair. “I-i’m lost…”

    The discussion inside stopped, and a mare opened the door. This time, it was Pinkie. “Hey, girls! It’s that creature we were just discussing!” She said, gently leading me inside. “And she has a cute little flower in her hair…”

    When the two came in, the mares gave me looks of caution. “H-h-hello? C-can you help me? I-i’m lost, I-i-i w-woke up i-in t-this weird castle, a-and I d-don’t know where I am…”

    “She’s just a little filly,” Rarity said, concern in her voice.

    “She could be a spy, we don’t even know what she is!” Rainbow said. “For all we know, she’s some evil creatures minion.” I teared up at this. I wasn’t evil! I wasn’t!

    Flowey, on the other hand, comfortingly rubbed my back, sliding a tendril discreetly down my back to do so. “You are manipulating them…” The voice in my head said.

    “S-s-shut up, Chara! Noone wants you here! Not even FLOWEY, and he know’s you're in here!” I shouted mentally at the former human, who went silent at this. Fluttershy kneeled down, hugging me and rubbing my back, me feeling my flower companion move the vine away, whispering comforting this. I accepted the hug, hugging back and sniffling, hoping things would get better.

    They won’t.
> a dream, a fight and a meeting with royalty
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Frisk POV, the next day…

I groaned, waking up in a soft bed… wait, what, bed? The last thing I remembered was falling asleep in Fluttershy’s arms. “Finally, you’re awake! We need to get outta here, the purple one message their princess,” I heard Flowey say to me.

“Oh no, what if they find her?!” I said in a panic, sitting up quickly. “They’d set her free by accident, then noone could stop her!”

At the moment, Twilight came in. “And who is ‘her’?” She asked curiously. Panicking, I grabbed Flowey, turning and running out a window. I jumped out, and almost broke my arm, if Flowey hadn’t sent vines down to slow our descent.

A white mare came out then, wearing a white roman gown with suns on it. “And what are you doing, little filly?” The one I now recognised as bi-Celestia said.

“G-going out to play,” I said nervously. She gave me a look, before seeming to accept the excuse… but not before ordering four pegasi guards to watch over me from above.

I didn’t like this. “Y-y-you d-don’t need to wa-waste your g-guards on me, y-your royalty, y-you need them more!” I said hurriedly. Celestia was about to consider it, before Twilight busted out.

“Are you insane?!” She shouted, panting. While Celestia and her guards were distracted, Flowey nudged me, and I nodded, bolting with him outta there. I felt something try to pick me up, and felt my red SOUL come out.

The world around me went black and white, with only Celestia and Flowey in my sight. Celestia had a rainbow SOUL in front of her chest, and was looking around in shock and surprise. “Child, what is this?” She asked, seeming to be rather calm despite the situation at hand.

“I-it’s w-w-what h-happens w-when magic i-is used on m-me… I-i’ll let Flowey explain…” I said, before turning to the little Flower, idly pressing MERCY. “And no lying,” I whispered to him with a glare. I did not need a genocidal flower on my hands, there was a maniac in my head for that.

The flower rolled it’s eyes at me. “Alright. You see that little heart there? That’s your SOUL, the very culmination of your being. Try and keep it safe, I’d be a little bad if it broke.”

“A little bad?” I asked with crossed arms. “Look at you! You can barely feel after losing yours, Azzy,” I said. The flower winced a little, slumping.

“Thanks for the reminder…” It grumbled sadly, instantly making me feel bad.

“I-i’m s-sorry Azzy…” I said, hugging the overly large flower. Celestia was calmly watching.

“So this is my SOUL, and that is yours?” She asked inquisitively.

“Yes, these are your SOULs. Yours is a special one, reserved for ageless beings that aren’t monsters, and that one in front of Frisk is a red SOUL, for DETERMINATION. The most powerful of the SOUL types, there is only one user per universe… though outsiders can muck with this rule.” The flower said.

Celestia looked at the SOUL with a tilted head. “And what does this soul do, Flowey?” She asked the little yet big flower.

“It lets the user rewind time if they die.” Flowey said. The Flower wasn’t technically lying, but also didn’t reveal with whole truth. I let it slide because of this, wanting to keep the other properties of DETERMINATION a secret.

“For a filly to have such power…” Celestia whispered to herself. I shifted nervously.

“To end the battle, there should be a button to your right. It’s called ‘MERCY’. Press that to end the conflict,” Flowey instructed. “And never press fight, unless it’s a spar, which initates the ‘low health battle end’ rule, or do you want to corrupt your SOUL.”

Me and Celestia pressed it, Flowey pressing it’s own too, and the color returned. “What happened? You were surround by magic, and we couldn’t get any closer!” Twilight said, guards around her. Immediately, the guards flew at Me and Flowey.

Celestia acted quickly. “Stop guards!” She shouted, making them paused mid air. I was trembling, and Flowey wrapped me in a viney hug.

One of the guards, from now on known as Sgt Jackass, spoke. “But princess, this monster should be dealt with!” He argued.

“Oh, she’s not a monster, she’s a human. Me, on the other? I’m a Monster without a SOUL. If you want a fight… come at me.” Flowey said, using the scary face.

I hugged it back. “F-flowey, no fighting, please,” I whispered. The flower sighed, face returning to normal and simply hugging me still.

Sgt of the Jackassery spoke then. “See? We should eliminate both of them, she must have used dark magic to make that flower!” I could feel flowey restraining itself.

I heard the voice in my head acting up. “Go on, let me free! They deserve it!” It shouted. I held my head, curling up as a headache formed.

“N-no, I-i w-won’t let you free,” I whispered to myself, Flowey hugging me a bit tighter.

    At that moment, I heard the princess speaking. “Who won’t you let free?” She asked in an accusing voice.

    “I think it’s time for a LOAD, Frisk,” Flowey whispered. “Things are getting too out of hand.”

    I shook my head to it. “If it get’s worse,” I whispered back, before standing. “I-i w-won’t l-let a evil free,” I said, hoping that’d be enough for her. “I-i have i-it contained, b-b-but it gives m-me headaches, sometimes,” I said to them.

    Again, the most Jackass of Sargent's spoke. “We should attack her to weaken the demon!” He said.

    “You IDIOTS, that’d set her free!” The flower shouted, summoning some pellets to act as a wall between us and them. I was getting scared and angry at this whole situation, this being my downfall.

    A menacing, familiar voice rang out through the area. “C’mon, Frisk I’ll protect you. I’ll even spare the weed! JUST SET ME FREE DAMMIT!” The voice shouted. I clutched my head as the ponies froze, feeling the headache worsen, before I passed out.

    In a dream…

    I groaned as I woke up in what looked like a dark abyss. Across from me, Chara stood. She looked ten. Much bigger than me. Chara walked over, and I felt pain as she grabbed my hair, lifting me up into the air. I struggled. “You will set me free, dammit! I will not be fucked over by a five year old!” She shouted, blackness dripping from her eyes.

    “Never! I’ll never let you destroy another timeline!” I shouted back with defiance and DETERMINATION fueling me.

    Chara slammed me into the ground. “You will, or your dreams will be forever nightmares!” At that moment, of all people, Flowey appeared. The flower seemed to be strained to be here.

    It offered no words, simply grabbing Chara and comically tossing her into the ground, making sure I was safe. Chara pulled out a knife. “Guess it’s time to whack a weed.” She snarled.

    Flowey gave her no chance, picking her up and tossing her deep into the mindscape. “F-frisk… m-make… mindscape… lock… Her… in…” The flower panted, before vanishing. Frisk used the door amv thing for her mindscapes defense before throwing Chara into it.

    “NO! This isn’t the last you’ve heard of me!” Chara shouted in fury. I was panting, unable to do more, but glad it had some defense now. I felt myself start to wake up, a white light overtaking me…
> Wolves and shadows
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    One month after the previous chapter…

    I sat in class, now in ponyville. The princess’s and the mane six had helped me and Flowey get settled into a treehouse Applejack had made on the opposite side of her little sisters at the barn, so I pretty much lived there now. Flowey just went wherever and did… whatever he does.

    The treehouse was very nice, with magic to protect it from rain and stuff and had spells and runes to regulate the temperature. And somehow, it had plumbing and a kitchen that was… semi reliable. Half the time it just didn’t wanna work.

    Whenever I wondered how it worked, I’d remember that I’m in a magic world now and decide to read on it later when I’m older and can make myself sit down to learn the stuff… but for now I was much more interested in doing other stuff.

    Stuff like going with the crusaders and playing in the forest, even though for some reason we weren’t supposed to. I didn’t know why, and Flowey said he didn’t either because he never really found anything dangerous, to him, in the forest.

    Anyway, right now we were going to Zecora’s hut in the woods, me faking ignorance so my future knowledge didn’t mess too much up with the butterfly effect. As we walked, I thought about what had happened after I’d woken up.

    When I’d woken up Flowey had enough pellets around us to take out his Omega form, with the guards that were capable of it aiming magic at us. Celestia and Luna were arguing over what should be done with me, Celestia all for keeping me alive while Luna wanted to take care of the demon in me, and me in the process from what little I understood… the five year old mind didn’t help much in the ‘understanding’ things department, though Flowey was there to dumb it down for me.

    Flowey had reminded them that if I’d die, it wouldn’t even make any difference, because we’d just go back to the castle where we started and he’d then resort to ‘kill on sight’ no matter how much I would try to dissuade him of that. He also reminded them the only reason they lived was because of me.

    This made some of the weaker willed guards nervously back up, and the mane six have… varying opinions of my floral friend. RD respected Floweys Loyalty, Fluttershy hid, Purple Smart looked ready to blast both him and me, Applejack was tense but appeared to be calm, Rarity had fainted on a couch that wasn’t there before, and Pinkie Pie just smiled and wave, boys. Smile and wave.

Celestia seemed a bit off put but understood, while this only added fuel to Lunas fire about killing the both of us and being done with it. This was where I said if they did kill me permanently, the demon would just get a new host that was likely to be weaker willed than I was and get strong enough to destroy the timeline, and the world with it.

I was about to think more when there was growling heard across the clearing from us, and about five wolfy timbers appeared snarling at us. I gulped and stood in front of my friends. I knew pretty much one thing I’d seen of other Frisks, and it was a poorly constructed red shield that only covered one direction… where was Flowey?

“Run! I’ll hold them off as long as I can!” I shouted back to my friends with my poor shield forming in front of us, coming up from the ground and looking weak. I’m glad my defenses against Chara were still good, otherwise I’d be yelled at to kill the things.

With one attack from the lead Timberwolf, the shield shattered. This sent me back a couple feet and into a tree, banging the back of my head and making me see stars. As the Timberwolf jumped at me, I pulled my DT up desperately to stop it. All that did was make it take two hits, but that was another precious couple seconds my friends had to get away.

“Well, look what we got here!” I heard suddenly, the familiar voice sounding jolly and happy. Another second later, I heard yelps of fear as something happened to them.

When I could see again, I saw that they were suspended up in the air by vines, with Flowey smiling menacingly below them at the wooden constructs. I noticed a look on the wolves that screamed ‘HELP!’ before pellets appeared above them, swiftly going down and shattering their bodies.

Strangely, the green energy I expected to fly out of them and deeper into the forest just… didn’t appear, making me tilt my head in confusion. After a second I saw what appeared to be sickly green SOULs in Flowey’s vines, upside down ones that seemed a middle ground between Human and Monster, before he pulled them in and absorbed them.

A number appeared above Flowey, reading 20. Does that mean… he’s absorbed twenty Timberwolves so far?!

I had to strain my ears to hear him, but I heard him mumble. “Still not enough,” He mumbled to himself with a frustrated look on his face.

“F-flowey? What did you just do?” I asked, scared of what he did, knowing what it was but hoping I was wrong.

“Absorbed their SOULs… don’t worry, Frisk. There’s no real sentience of sapience to these things,” Flowey responded, giving me a reassuring smile. I sighed in relief at this, going over and hugging the flower.

As always, he let out a adorable startled yelp and froze up at the contact, making me giggle. I was the only one that he let touch him, everyone else getting a firm slap to the face from a thorned vine.  While I was hugging Flowey, I saw some kinda shadowy figure in the trees, watching us. I was about to call out, before I heard the mane six and it vanished.

Three of the mane six ran in, Twilight, Pinkie, and Fluttershy. Essentially everyone without a little sister that was here, looking at me with worried glances and flowey with not-so-worried glares.

“W-what happened?” Fluttershy asked quietly, voice barely audible.

“Well, I’m not needed here anymore. See ya later!” Flowey happily replied. I tried to stop him, but he ‘shwooped’ into the ground, disappearing. It was like a shortcut, but for plants. Turning back to the three, I chuckled nervously.

“W-well, me and the crusaders w-were going to Zecora’s, a-and Timberwolves appeared, s-so I held them off for a little w-with my shields. T-then A-az… I mean Flowey appeared and saved me,” I told them nervously. I was gonna be in SO much trouble… though I could always LOAD, I didn’t because I’m not a megalomaniac. That was Floweys job.

After a stern talking to, I was soon going back to the town with the three of them in a protective triangle around me, never noticing anything that followed us back...
> Some Doomed Lings
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Frisk and the ponies exited the woods, Flowey was still in there to… ‘hunt’.  “Not that I’m not grateful, but how did you survive that long against the Timberwolves?” Twilight gently asked the four of them.

“I-i m-made a shield…” Frisk mumbled. “I-i’m not that g-good at it yet.”

“That’s really impressive, considering you told us humans aren’t supposed to be able to use magic,” Twilight said. She sounded proud, but if one knew how to read a pony they’d see the scepticism she had.

Frisk, in a bid to impress the ponies attempted to make a shield in front of them. It made a shield that, while stronger looking than the previous she tried to make, appeared to still be a bit weak. This would take four hits to the previous shields whopping one.

The three ponies gasped, Twilights eyes widening the most. “Impressive,” She commented, looking at the shield, as if trying to find out how Frisk had done it.

The little human girl blushed, squirming a little under all of the attention. You shouldn’t have tried to show off then, idiot. “I-it’s j-just my Determination,” She said bashfully.

“Determination?” Twilight asked. For some reason that sounded familiar, but for the life of her she couldn’t remember… don’t let Chara hear that bet.

Frisk nodded. “Y-yeah. My SOUL is red, the color for DETERMINATION. I-i use t-that instead of magic.”  Frisk didn’t notice the ponies surprise at this, until Twilight spoke up.

What followed was a tirade from the mare of how dangerous messing with the SOUL was and reprimanding Frisk for risking using it at all. All of this was heard by a flower not far away.

Frisk kept trying to get a word in, before going silent. Confused, the other mares turned to see what Frisk was looking at and gasped. Curious about what her friends could be so shocked at, Twilight stopped her tirade to turn around and saw Flowey. His sockets were black, with white pinpricks, and had a jagged, fanged smile.

“Howdy. I’m FLOWEY, FLOWEY the FLOWER. You seem to be messing with my friend there… and that just won’t do,” Flowey said in a voice Frisk had never heard before, it actually sounded menacing.

“F-flowey, she just d-doesn’t understand ho-ow humans work,” Frisk said, trying to calm her friend. Judging by the red thorns on the flower, it wasn’t very effective. Frisk went over to Flowey and hugged him, shocking him enough that he calmed to look normal again, as much as a flower with a face can anyway.

“Wa-dammit, Frisk. You had to ruin my fun, didn’t you?” The flower said with a annoyed look at the human that was currently hugging him. Fluttershy was shaking, Pinkie was smiling, and Twilight was glaring.

“What do you mean by ‘humans are different’, Frisk?” Twilight asked, suspicion and her own natural curiosity for all the shiny things coming through.

Frisk squirmed a bit, hugging Flowey a bit more for comfort, much to the latters protest. “Um, since humans don’t naturally have magic, we use SOUL power,” She explained. “Though, that’s rare too nowadays… the last seven users were real meanies.”

Flowey’s expression turned angry. “Yes, those idiots. Trapped a whole race for what they could do, not for what they did… which was nothing.” He said. Frisk looked disappointed, while not in her species (that was a certain demons job) but in the ‘mages’.

At that moment, the universal comedy relief spike made his presence finally known by puking up a letter. Frisk went over, wanting to make sure that he was okay.

Twilight, ignoring Spike as per the usual, levitated the letter to her. As she did, Frisk noticed they were at a picnic area. This brought up a memory for the child, but she couldn’t remember it fully for the life of her. Though she thought it was important.

Frisk tried to remember so much she completely missed the whole song and dance number that came up, and only realised they were moved when the group was on a train headed for Canterlot.

The little human looked around, but didn’t see Flowey anywhere. She guessed this made sense… how would he be on the train anyway?

One train ride later…

The group, plus some guards, were walking to the castle. The whole city was enshrouded with a magical barrier, because of a threat that was made against it. What followed was a rather strange whole day, with Frisk trying to remember why all of this seemed so familiar and failing to, Twilight acting weird, and the reason they’re there, Princess Cadence acting a bit funny too, but Frisk also had never met her in real life so she didn’t see too much wrong with it.

A certain Flower, on the other hand, was very suspicious. After telling Frisk to save every night, he went on a sort of stealth mission to watch Cadence.

At the wedding…

Everything had happened so fast. Frisk and the elements were captured, Celestia in a cocoon, and a evil Changeling named Chrysalis, who was the queen, standing and laughing at them all.

That was when flowey came in.
(A/N:Play this song, but replace ‘Frisk’ with Chryssi)

“Howdy, I’m Flowey, a pleasure to meetcha,” Flowey started, smiling innocently. “Allow me to teach ya, the law of the land.”

“These are friendliness pellets,” Flowey continued, Frisk shivering a bit out of view. “The world is a nice ‘nice’ place, grab as many as you can… ” Flowey continued.

Surprisingly, Chrysalis, the dumbass she was, went to grab the pellets with her hoove as they neared her. When they hit her, she cried out in pain and felt like her power was… far away, the connection muddled.

Flowey laughed then, his sinister face on. “I Can’t keep a straight face!”

“Don’t judge too harsh, bug, you don’t know where I’ve been, the only rule is this… it’s KILL or be KILLED.” Flowey said, swaying to some unseen beat. “You weren’t the first, bug, others have came and went…”

At this, vines appeared from the shadows, changeling corpses dangling from them. “Spent, pain that never ends,” He continued, the SOULs visibly sliding down his vines to his main body, the changeling SOUL seeming to change form as much as the creature itself. “It’s Kill or be KILLED!”

Chrysalis starred, in both horror and rage. Flowey grew a bit with his new energy, head height with the bug now. “I know that you’re angry~” He said teasingly, before glaring. “I’m Angry ToO.” He said, face distorting and making Chrysalis jump back out of fear.

“I’ve watched you all suffer… then start anew,” The flower continued, surprising Frisk. Did… the world RESET without her knowing? The thought scared her. “I’ve watched all my friends die, because of you” Flowey snarled.

“I’m sordid and bored… out of my mind,” Flowey said, seeming a little tired there for a second before his maniacal face returned. “Don’t, judge, too, harsh, bug, you don’t know who I’ve been, here all aboveground… it’s kill or be killed.”

Flowey was taller, Chrysalis feeling as more and more of her people died. “The bad news is this… isn’t your game to win, hence, if you can’t RESET it’s KILL or be KILLED!”

Seeming done with his number, vines erupted from the floor, impaling Chrysalis in no less than twenty different spots, her SOUL in a cage of vines.

The flower brought the SOUL to his face, looking it over and chuckling a little. “Don’t judge too harsh, bug, you don’t know what you are now, when feeling DETERMINED… it’s KILL OR BE KILLED.”

Chrysalis’s SOUL tried to escape, writhing in it’s cage, prompting Flowey to continue his demented number. “You Fighting is pointless, you can’t escape me my friend, fool, Rulers make the rules… but cheaters can break them”

With this, Flowey opened his much larger mouth and ate Chrysalis’s SOUL. “Your SOUL is mine,” Flowey said with a cackle, before turning to the window. Outside, large vines stretched far into the air, red thorns growing out of them and impaling the entirety of the changeling race, lights representing SOULs going down them and underground, towards Flowey’s central self.

Frisk, freed now, approached the flower. Frisk pointedly ignored the genocide committed on the parasites that were the Changelings, and shakily smiled up at the now extremely large flower. He was almost twice as big as Celestia!

The child hugged him. “Thanks for saving us, Flowey,” She said quietly. Flowey looked down, face morphing into a… softer, gentler one.

“No problem, Frisk,” He replied just as soft and quiet as she had spoken. With all these SOULs, he faintly felt some positivity. Flowey felt something strange, then, his form glowing.

When the glow subsided, he looked like this.


Though he didn’t have the tubing going anywhere, and the mouths and hands were just lines on him, his arms more rounded and less spikey, his magic allowing him to mold the form to be safe for Frisk to hug. His eyes were his normal, for now, not the red and green… that was for when people made him mad.

“Well… this is… interesting,” Flowey said, looking at his arms with a smile.

Frisk looked up with stars in her eyes. “Flowey, you’re Omega Flowey now! Yay, my Flowey evolved into Omega Flowey! Doodoodedoodoodoodoodedoo!”

“Please, with this strength I’m only a sixth Omega flowey,” The now humanoid Flowey said with a grin, patting and ruffling Frisks hair. He was going to do that so much now purely because it irritated her.

Frisk pouted, messing with her hair to put it back to normal. The two did this, ignorant of the horrified ponies in the room… Luna seemed okay with it though. Celestia looked like a disappointed parent, but she couldn’t be mad at him for saving her precious ponies. Even if it was only because the human liked them.

Twilight was muttering about dark soul magic and things of a similar nature, Fluttershy was fainted since Chrysalis tied them up, Rainbow looked horrified but also… awed? Rarity had joined Fluttershy in slumberland when the corpses came out, and Applejacks face was covered in hat.

Speaking of corpses, the group noticed a distinct lack of them in the room. Unknown to them, Flowey had brought the corpses underground and, well… he was still a plant. Flowey had a idea, walking over to the balcony and looked down at the confused ponies.

Flowey retracted his vines, them connected to him and the hole in the floor through his back. “You are now safe, Ponies!” He called down down to them, voice projected with magic he had to spare.

Immediately he felt praiseloveadoration flowing into him. Guess eating the changelings  body and more gave him more than just a new form. Flowey felt the Changeling SOULs in him grow stronger, but all it took was a mental Determination push and a shattering of the queen's personality while leaving the SOUL to bring them under his mental heel.

As Flowey absorbed the energy, he inwardly dreaded what he knew was to come… both from the ponies giving him looks in the room, and from the futures he knew.
> a dark Pony's fate is sealed
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Flowey stood with Frisk next to his side as he neutrally looked over the equines gathered in front of him.

“Hey Flowey, now that you're Omega ca-can you-” Frisk asked still hugging flowey but was cut off

Flowey's retort was neutral as his face at the moment. “Barely, faintly,” he said simply. “I’d need more for anything resembling actual positive emotions.”

“I'm glad you can feel something again.” Frisk said bearing her face into flowey as she was worried about him not being able to feel.

He simply patted the top of her head gently, not looking away from the ponies. “Do you realise what you’ve done?” Celestia asked, eyes narrowed at the humanoid flower.

“Stop a invading force from sucking the love out of your ponies and killing them all?” He snarkily replied, Celestia taking a step back in surprise. She wasn't prepared for that response.

“But you killed a entire species!” Twilight exclaimed, “we don't have a word for that!”

“It’s a little something called Genocide/ H-He co-committed Gen-Genocide” Flower and Frisk responded. While Frisk shivered at the word, Flowey's eyes flashed menacingly at it.

Flowey continued as if he wasn't interrupted. “And if anyone tries to hurt Frisk here, I’ll do it again,” Flowey snarled.

“Please calm down flowey…” Frisk said as she cuddled more into flowey feeling safe and warm. He took a breath and calmed himself, picking up the child and hugging her to his chest with one arm.

Flowey turned to the ponies. “Now, if you excuse me, I believe there’s no school today on account of invasion, so I’m getting Frisk ice cream,” He said before burrowing under the floor with Frisk.

The ponies were gobsmacked seeing no damage was done to the floor at all. Because magic.




The two appeared in front of a ice cream stand, scaring the crap out of the attending pony.

After a moment to compose himself, the salespony spoke. “Well, if it isn't the Hero of Canterlot,” he said with a grin.

“You're a hero Flowey, congratulations!” Frisk says bouncing up and down.

Flowey chuckled, feeling small traces of amusement. “I don't imagine the changelings feel that way,” He said with a grin.

“What can I get ya?” The icecream pony asked, pointedly ignoring the morbid statement.

“Hey, what is that flavor?!” Frisk says as she pointed to a brown and Light tan colored ice cream with bits of what looked like pie in it.

“Cinnamon butterscotch. Just made it today,” The pony replied

“Yay I'll have that!” Frisk said, beaming.

“Nothing for me… I just ate,” Flowey said with a shrug. “Also, I am a plant.”

The pony nodded and went in to get the girl her ice cream… supersized. Frisk grabbed the ice cream when he came back out and started munching happily on it.

Flowey took her to a nearby seat and just sat with her, smiling.

“Thanks for taking me out to eat ice cream flowey.” Frisky bits said as she continued nomming on her ice cream happily as she kicked her legs a little in her chair.

“No problem, Frisk,” The taller humanoid said simply. He pointedly ignored the mares awwing at the scene.

“Hey you think he can do with the Japonese say in their books?” one random Pony asks another.

“Hey flowey what are they talking about?” Frisk asks having lost all of her knowledge on adult matters.

“And now we leave,” Flowey said, taking Frisk and burrowing away. Flowey used dig, it's super effective at getting them the fuck  out.

“ But Flowey, what was he talking about?” Frisk whines out wanting to know, the rest of the conversation unheard as they fully submerged.

“Why do I feel as if I just dug my own grave?” The random Pony asked.

Later, at the palace of sunbutt...

“-ut I want to know please tell me!” Frisk says as she shows back up in the palace.

“No, Frisk,” Flowey said simply. “You’re three young.” Frisk pouts and Crosses her arms like a child as the ponies look on curious. Flowey swears he is going to use the next time line specifically for the death of that one pony.

Flowey, the nearly emotionless bastard he was, was unmoved at the adorable display.

“What happened to bother Frisk so?” Celestia asked. She was more worried about the pony that bothered her than the child herself.

“Flowey won't tell me what that pony meant when he said “I wonder if he can use those Vines like the Japonese say’!” Frisk says as she continues pouting.

Flowey gives the gathered ponies a warning look. Do not spoil the Frisks mind.

The guard that started to open his mouth was gagged and tossed into a closet by a vine. The funny thing was, the gag was from the guard next to him and not the genocidal flower.

The guard that gave the gag gave a respectful nod to flowey, receiving a small nod in return… that wasn't nearly as respectful.

Frisk continued to pout as no one would tell her what it meant. And she really wanted to know to! Unfortunately there was no internet to Google with.

Noticing Frisk was still in her ruined outfit from the invasion, Rarity walked over. “How dreadful darling, we simply must get you some clothes,” The pony said. Frisk froze up look for a moment before looking down and seeing her torn up sweater and shorts as she teared up a bit at the loss of them.

Flowey hugged her with a arm again. “They can be stitched back together,” He whispered assuringly.

“O-okay…” Frisk says before taking Rarity's waiting hand as she leads her off. Flowey moved to follow, not wanting Frisk alone with a incompetent pony.

“I need to have a talk with you flowey and I don't think you want Frisk hearing it…” Celestia said.

Flowey hummed. He could borrow to Frisk in a moment. “Alright,” he replied, turning back to her.

“The crystal Empire will be returning soon…” Celestia said as a statement.

“And?” Flowey asked with a raised brow equivalent.

“I request that you protect my student and her friends when they go there, and if they fail… destroy him.” Celestia said gravely, a serious look on her ass-no, wait, that was her face.

Flowey actually considered this. If twilight ‘failed', it'd be a perfect excuse to kill the dark pony and get his SOUL… after using his others to purge it, of course. He's not dumb.

“Frisk, I imagine, would like to go as well,” Celestia offhoofedly-thats so dumb-commented.

Flowey hummed. “Alright, ya got a deal,” The genocidal flower said. And that was the moment the dark pony was royally screwed.
> Hi Dark pony...
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Frisk kick her legs as she rode on the train humming with the main six towards the Crystal Empire. Flowey was in a pot, back in flower form on her lap to gather energy for later.

Frisk looked out the window and saw that it was a blizzard outside. “If that smiley trashbag was here, he'd probably make a pun about being ‘chilled to the bone’,” Flowey dryly commented.

“Oh don't be so ‘cold’ flowey.” Frisk said with a grin.

Pinkie, who sat across from them, smiled. “Yeah Flowey, that wasn't very ice!” she said.

“Yeah you should be 20% COOL-er like Dash!” Frisk said grinning unrepentantly.

“Do you two want some friendliness pellets?” Flowey asked with a false cheerful smile. “Because your on the way to pellet land.”

“Awww, don't be a stick-in-the-mud!” Frisk said with a grin. Flowey went into the dirt of his pot.

*Flowey has lolnoped out of this terrible situation. Leaf the poor flower alone.*

“ I guess he didn't find me very punny!” Frisk said towards Pinkie.

“Aww… guess he couldn't stem to hear our jokes!” Pinkie said bubbly, giggling. Vines now covered the top of the pot.

“You should stop before he petals us with pellets!” Frisk says keeping up the plant puns with a grin.

Before the puns could continue, a vine wrapped around both their mouths. Welp that's rude. And this was the moment in which Twilight Sparkle came in on when she came to retrieve the pink party pony and the human.

“What… is going on here?” She questioned, looking at the two gagged females.

Flowey came out of his pot, deadpan. “They wouldn't stop punning.” He said simply. Surprisingly, Twilights response was to sagely nod at this. Frisk only pouts in response crossing her arms adorably.

Flowey set the twos mouths free, looking up at Frisk. “I won't be doing this again. Enjoy carrying me like this while you can,” He informed the child.

Frisk nods her head before hugging the flower pot close to her. Flowey sent a vine out, giving a little hug back.

Frisk follows Twilight out of the train clutching the flowerpot closer to her due to the sheer coldness and the uneasy feeling she was getting.

Flowey, surprisingly, cast a flame spell and made a orb of fire that orbited the determination child and kept her, and consequently him, warm. Frisky bits soon tunes everyone else out as Shining Armor shows up or concentrated on watching out for whatever was giving her this feeling. It felt like a certain hand speaking man… but different and a lot more evil.

“Bad guy incoming!” Flowey helpfully shouted to the group of dumbasses and Frisk. Frisk immediately started putting a shield around them as they started running for the empire.

Flowey noticed Frisk sweating, and curled around them. “It'll be alright, you got this,” The flower whispered, using its body to more efficiently guide Frisks magic and make it easier on her. Suddenly something slammed hard against Frisks shield cracking it before it mended quickly.

“Idiots, run!” Flowey shouted at the gawking morons. They started running faster as the Dark Cloud continue to slam into Frisks Shield repeatedly

Flowey noticed Frisk had a bloody nose and hissed. “Stop hurting yourself, I'm taking over!” He exclaimed. He glew, going to his humanoid Omega form and now carrying Frisk in one arm while bitch slapping the fog away with the other.

Frisk Let The Shield fall and breathe heavily exhausted from using so much of her power and HP to keep it up.

Just in time to go through another, entering the Crystal Empire.

Flowey hisses at the smoke outside of the shield, cradling Frisk protectively. The smoke was lucky she wasn't hurt-or else he'd take a page from smiley trashbags book and dish out a very BaD tIme.

“What was that shield?” Shining Armour asked, looking at the group.

“That was my DETERMINATION Shield…” Frisk said Breathing heavily as she brought up her menu and checked her HP and saw it was at 1.

Flowey fixed that swiftly, large vine arm sending green healing straight into her. “I don't understand. How was that shield so strong? Before you could barely block a pebble,” Twilight said, looking at the child in the Tv flowers arms.

“Um… I may or may not have put my life forced into it or HP as I call it.” Frisk said embarrassedly, lowering her head.

This was met by a resounding ‘WHAT' from all ponies present.

“B-But flowey fixed it and my life force is filled!” Frisk said quickly trying to reassure them.

This only seemed to give Twilight permission to rant and rave at her about how you shouldn't use your life force into a spell and how close she came to dying if it wasn't for a certain flower. That last part was almost begrudgingly said.

“Come on, I've been through worse and have had lower HP than that.” Frisk said referring to a certain fight with a god of hyperdeath. And what she said was true to an extent.

“What?! When?! How do you have less then one HP?!” Twilight exclaimed, thoroughly confused at this point.

“Decimals” Frisk said in answer.

Flowey interrupted the idiotic conversation. “We should focus on finding that Crystal or whatever to get that edgelord dealt with,” He said, annoyed at the time wasting ponies. Frisk can just load to get it back, but still!

“Yeah let's focus on finding the crystal thing” Frisk said before quickly thinking ‘and not on me’.

Having to concede to his point, and not wanting to anger the OP flower, they soon were headed towards the center of the empire.

Frisk quickly followed them as she look around at the Empire on their way. It wasn't actually made of crystals, or at least didn't look it. Thank god for that, or else it'd look gaudy as hell. Who would want that?

Frisk was a little disappointed that it wasn't made out of real crystals, she really wanted to see an Empire made out of real crystals.

If only to laugh at the stupidity of it… in Flowey's opinion anyway. The walking flower kinda zoned out for a bit, not really paying attention as they made it to the throne room, chatted, searched for info, and went back to the throne room with Twilight, Spike, and Frisk only for the first to launch a beam and for them to go down some stairs.

When they finally got to the bottom Frisk was examining the door not touching it but examining it knowing that it would move if it was touched.

Twilight did a very dumb thing and activated a trap, which sent a beam at her and Frisk. And thus Sombra was doomed.
> ...And goobye dark dummy
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Frisk awoke to a whistling wind blowing in a black void. Frisk looked around at her new scenery seeing nothing in every direction.

“H-Hello.” Frisk called out.

[But nobody answered] appeared in front of her face causing Frisk to tense up immediately.

*Except for me… A chilling voice said from right behind her. Frisk turned around and started backing away.

“Y-you can't be here I trapped you!” Frisk yelled out trembling in fear, tears starting to form in her eyes.

*Frisk Frisk Frisk… where do you think we are? The lookalike asked, green sweater hanging off their form as their red mouth smiled wide.

“How did you escape my doors?!” Frisk said already trying to come up with new and more complicated defenses.

*I didn't. You were sent to me, Chara said, pulling out a knife.

“Please don't break my butt… ” Frisk yells out saying the first thing that came to mind.

Chara laughed. Deciding to not stall anymore, Chara's knife glew. Slashing it in the air, red magic knifes came from where he slashed and flew at Frisk. Who immediately threw up a barrier putting all of her determination into it as she hoped and prayed flowey would save her.

To her fear… the barrier shattered like cheap glass. *Magic won't help you here The demon said, sending circles of knives at her.

“This is my mind and it will obey me!” Frisk yells out as she conjures a new background for them.

It stayed all of two seconds before dark magic fizzled it out. Frisk then had a terrible idea a horrible evil terrible idea.

But an evidently effective one, the sheer badness of part of it making tendrils of dark magic look at her curiously.

The other part? Well…

*it's a beautiful day outside… birds are singin, flowers are blooming…

*No… not him. Why aren't you disappearing?! Chara shouted, fear in his eyes as he saw Sans there.

*kids like you… should be burning in hell! Sans said, sending what looked like his normal start.

Chara smirks a bit. Now confident that he'd be able do dodge, and he was… until he was suddenly thrown for a loop by sans’ eyes both going blue at the last phase of the attack, two gaster blasters orbiting the human and consistently firing.

This cut through a chunk of Charas health before he dodged. *Act, CHECK!

*Sans. 99 Atk, 99 Def. The hardest enemy in the mind.

*...Mommy Chara squeaked.




Meanwhile, on planet name- I mean in the real world...



Flowey burrowed through the Crystal like it was paper-thin dirt, going up and up and up to the crystal throne room.

The flower didn't even hesitate, didn't even look as he blasted Cadence with a pellet and knocked her out.

He then burrowed again, off to the edge of the city. Once there, he shot his vines out of the ground around the vile smoke, magic running through them like a current and preventing the dark pony from moving.

Suddenly, as Sombra fell from a spell that used love magic from the changelings in him, music played.

Flowey popped out, looking cheerful as a flower could be. “Howdy! How's it going? I'm FLOWEY, you seem… nice…” The flower said, the nice slow and sarcastic. “That's quite a fall that you just took I hope that you’re alright!”

Sombra was confused by the flower, so much so that he just stared, transfixed. “You must have heard some stories, but ‘round here ain't so bad!” The Flower continued, dancing. “‘cause no place could be that scary when it's got such cUtE pLaNTS!”

The flowers face was… almost threatening to Sombra for a moment, but it was gone so face he passed it off as a trick of the light. “You see… I know, that you have a Dark Soul…” The flower continued, still dancing.

Suddenly the flower beamed up at him. “So I feel like, it's my responsibility to teach you how things work around here!... HERE WE GOOO!”

“Equestria is so much fun, ‘cause LOVE is never far! Just float and grab the white friendliness pellets with your heart!” Flowey sang, sending a few his way but willing them to do little but be slightly addictive.

“F L O W E Y is with you till the eend! Cause Golly, I am Flowey and I'm your new BesT FrIenD!” Flowey sings, distorting a little.

“Things you make afraid of, they won't bother you here! You're new so you must be confused but all you'll find is cheer!” The flower sang, making the pony gag. “Since we are so close now…”

Here the flower brought the ponys black soul out, gently circling it with fines. “Your Soul wants LOVE it's just like a flower that needs water to groow!” The flower said, sending in more additives.

“You see, I know… that you have a Dark Soul… and because, we're now besties I feel like I, should show you the ropes! HERE WE GO!” The flower exclaimed loudly. “Equestria is so much fun ‘cause LOVE is never far! Just float and catch the bright friendliness pellets with your heart!”

As all this went down, the purple pony found the Crystal Heart and set it in place. Love grows…

“F L O W E Y is with you till the end, cause golly…” the flower glew, energy pouring into it from the heart. “I am Flowey… And I’m yOuRE nEW bEST friend!”

Suddenly, flowey grew and grew and grew… until Flowey was now Omega, the supercharged Changelings SOULs filling him with power.

“YOU IDIOT, IT'S KILL OR BE KILLED! I. WILL. NOT. REST, TILL YOUR SOUL IS MINE! YOU ARE NO KING, YOU'RE NO GOD! NO-ONE TO SAVE YOU… SO DIE!... SO DIIIIIE!”

Instead of the music going back to soft, the heavy metal just kept going. Vines flew, lasers fired, and throwers flamed.

By the end of it Sombra lay beaten, scared, bloody and burned. Flowey pulses his power through the vines holding the dark pony’s SOUL, ridding it of personality and most of its darkness before absorbing it.

Now done, Flowey lowered the vines… immediately being met by cheers at his humanoid Omega form standing over the former king.

Flowey was shocked… before grinning. He raised a hand to the body, gathered his magic… and evaporated it, the cheers growing louder.

The Flower bowed like a magician who just performed a magnificent performance, before burrowing to where Frisk was.






Flowey came into an… amusing sight. Twilight was gaping at a Frisk who was cuddling dark magic, the magic in a gaseous form that was semi-solid.

“B-but… how?!” Purple not-so-smart exclaimed.

“Determination!” Frisk said with a thumbs up.

“But that doesn't make sense!” Twilight cried out in anguish.

Flowey chuckled. “I'm honestly not that surprised, now that I have a moment to think from my rage,” He commented, going over and petting the cloud and Frisk.

“Hi flowey do you like Darkness?” Frisk asked with the tilt of her head.

“Well it is a good friend of mine. I go to speak to it often,” Flowey said jokingly. Flowey? Make a joke? He's getting better!

“Yay flowey made a joke!” Frisk cheered as she bounced a little. Flowey blinked… but shrugged. Eh, he wasn't a tsundere. He'd admit that feeling was… returning, with all this lowercase l love in the air.

Twilight.exe has experienced several problems. Please do not waste your time rebooting this one and go get a new one. Oh, she was one of a kind? That sure sucks for you.

“Are you okay Miss Twilight?” Frisk asked.

The nares response was to start to fall, in a dead faint. Flowey willed vines to catch her, depositing her in a hospital bed. Now Flowey helped someone not Frisk? It's a Christmas miracle!... Or divine intervention.

Flowey turned into his smaller self to curl Frisk, yawning. “Let's nap, Frisk,” The flower suggests. This causes the smol child to yawn as she Cuddles next to flowey. The two peacefully snooze, off into dreamland…

Cadence came in, rubbing a bump on her head. “What'd I miss?”

Flowey's mental comment was ‘i know what I didn't miss. You.’
> DisplacedMeetingspt1
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Frisk was currently playing with her new familiar in the meadow outside ponyville “Rezas, come here boy!” Frisk called out to the cloud of grayish black smoke like substance.

Flowey, nearby, was sending his friend the most unamused of looks. The cloud came floating over with two objects in its grasp. The first one was a grey dragon’s scale while the second was a large diamond shape with metal grid hugging in the center.

Frisk and grabbed the both of them, looking at them with childlike curiosity turning both of them over them her palms.

The humanoid Flower raised a brow. “About time we got one of these,” He said. Like he knew they were coming or something.

“Oh yeah… we're displaced aren't we!” Frisk said as if she just remembered something, before she looked at the scale in her hands again.

“No, we were born like this,” Flowey deadpanned sarcastically to her.

The scale started to glow softly. “You hold the scale of a dragon. If you wish to prove that you have what it takes to be a dragon rider, speak those words to prove to me you mean no harm. Nei-Haina, and I will come to teach you.”

The Varla stone, however, had no message.

“I wanna be a dragon rider!” Frisk screamed out with childish glee doing a little dance.

“If you get hurt by a dragon you get, I'm eating it” Flowey informed the child, poking her in the nose. Otherwise known as a boop. Frisk pouted but was more curious about the one that didn't have a message. “Well, summon one already,” Flowey said, tapping his foot impatiently. Frisk jumped and accidentally fell back and knocked over the big token.

“I'm sorry Mister token please don't be mad!” Frisk said worriedly as she tried to put the token back up.

“Hmm? Did it make another contact?” A deep gruff voice asked from the stone.

“I'm sooo sorry Mr. Stone…” Frisk said tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

“Mr. Stone? No, Child. My name is Athre’us-Ei, or Magic-Eyes if you cannot speak it in my language.” the voice explained.

“Aterus-eye?” Frisk said trying to pronounce his name. Flowey suddenly grinned in amusement.

“Magic-Eyes will do.” the voice said.

“Hi Magic-Eyes! I’m frisk! can we be friends?” Frisk said happily as they grinned at the statue-diamond-stone-thing.

“I don’t see why not. Hold on, I need you to place the Varla Stone in a open area, anything with stone, or rock, anything of the sort.” Magic-Eyes explained.

Flowey hummed. The ground rumbled before vines came out of the ground, depositing stones around the crystal. Frisk waited in childlike anticipation for her new friend.

The stones given by the Flower started to float and form the gate with the Varla Stone being the power to activate it. Light pour through the center as a blue cloaked being walked through.

“Hi, are you Magic-Eyes?” Frisk asked as she ran up to him and looked up at her new friend.

“Yes I am.” Magic-Eyes said as he lowered his hood and looked down at the youth. From Frisk’s point of view, she saw a blue-scaled lizard with a fin on top of his head, his eyes glowing gently with magic. Around his neck was a necklace with two turquoise gems. At his side was a book being held by a silver belt. On his right finger was a ring with a red gem.

“You look like a humanoid Raptor.” Frisk said blunt and to the point like only a child could.

“We have a flower and a lizard. Now all we need is a fish, two skeletons, and two goats and we'll have the whole crew,” Flowey sarcastically said.

Magic-Eyes was obvious to the joke’s punchline as all he did was look at the humanoid in confusion. “And you remind me of the Spriggans of the forest, except not with steel tubes.” the magic-lizard said.

“What's a springing?” Frisk asked with a cutie innocent tilt of her head.

“Spriggan.” Magic-eyes corrected. “A Spriggan is a tree-like creature native  in my homeworld where they are often found in forests and groves.” he explained.

“But flowey's more like a adorable cockroach something you love but can't get rid of…” Frisk said thinking she was complimenting his unkillable nature.

Flowey looked unamused again, crossing his viney like arms. Frisk looked at him with a smile thinking that she complimented him and completely oblivious. The Flower just took it as she meant but stayed quiet, vanishing underground.

“I didn’t insult your friend, did I?” Magic-Eyes asked. Frisk shook her head not thinking that they did as a grayish black cloud started floating around Frisk. The mist caught Magic-Eye’s attention as he looked at it with keen eyes that would remind her of a curious Twilight Sparkle.

“Hi Rezas!” Frisk says with a smile as she passed her hand through it.

“What exactly is that? It reminds me of the annoying Will-o-the-Wisps.” Magic-Eyes said.

“I made friends with dark magic ” Frisk said absent-mindedly as she continued to play with her friends.

“...Sentient dark magic?” Magic-Eyes askes in curiosity. “If so, I suggest you keep your friend at a distance. The birth sign of the Atronach will not take kindly to its presence.” he warned.

“You heard him, be careful.” Frisk said with genuine worried for her friend. The Cloud of dark magic bobbed up and down for a bit as it hid dbehind Frisk before speeding off back to their home.

“Hey, your magical, right magic-eyes? You know lots of magic right? Can you teach me?” Frisk asked looking up at him with a hopeful face as she really needed help with her magic.

“I can, but I must see if you have any skill in magic or if you can cast any. Magic is dangerous to use after all if you’re new to it.” Magic-Eyes explained. Frisk immediately created her small Shield which looked extremely fragile like it would crack and shatter after the first or second hit.

“Hmm, a form of alteration magic, it’s a start.” Magic-Eyes said as he raised his hand. “Jumon Tento.” he whispered as a grey tent started to form. To Frisk’s eyes, it looked like it was being burnt as if reality had been reversed except by glowing light purple particles. Magic-Eyes moved the flap open to enter the tent. Frisk excitedly started examining the tent poking it to make sure it was real.

“Come on, don’t be shy.” Magic-Eye’s voice some from within the tent. Frisk was a little indignant about being called shy and immediately charged into the tent tripping on the front flap and tumbling in.

Inside, Frisk saw a wooden table with a candle already lite, one sleeping bag, a treasure chest, and a weird book on the table whose cover looked like it was stitched together.

Frisk looked up at him from her place on the floor with a embarrassed grin.

“Terekineshisu.” Magic-Eyes said, encasing the child in a soft yellow glow and levitated onto her feet. “Now child, what would you like to learn? There are-” he was cut-off in the middle of his sentence.

“No hurting people spells!” Frisk said stubbornly and full of determination as she would not give Chara any ammo in case she got free.

“Oh, that narrows it a bit. No destruction spells. Perhaps you’d like to learn Alteration, Restoration, Illusion, and Mysticism spells?” Magic-Eyes suggested as he took a seat. Frisk looked at him and confusion not really knowing what they were.

“I’ll start with Alteration since it corresponds with your current magic.” Magic-Eyes said as he got up to walked over what looked like a stand of some kind. “Come on over here, Frisk.”

Frisk took the Curious glanced at his weird looking stich covered book before going over to where he was. Frisk looked curiously at the stand that had these glowing Golden Feather like things on it. And weird lit candles with a eye looking thing on the podium stand.

Magic-Eyes reached into his robes and pulled out an extra book, although smaller in size with a rainbow cover. He reached out and levitated the chair over to the stand so that Frisk may stand on it. Magic-Eyes then placed the book onto the stand and opened to the first page.

“Is that going to be my new magic book!” Frisk said excitedly planning on decorating the cover with all kinds of hearts and flowers.

“Yes.” Magic-Eyes said simply as he started writing it with an ink and quill. Frisk didn’t understand the writing as it was in a language completely foreign to her. “Now..” he began. “I want you to channel your magicka into this book.”

“Do you mean my determination?” Frisk asked, thinking that may be what he meant.

“If that’s what you call your magicka, so be it child. Try to move it into the book, keep a clear mind on the words Shield and Magic Resist, repeat it like a mantra in your mind as you push your magicka into the book.” Magic-Eyes explained.

Frisk closed her eyes and put her hands on the book as a red glowing heart appeared in front of her, tendrils of red coming out of it and pouring into the book as Frisk continued to concentrate.

The argonian kept quiet as to not break her concentration, however he did watch in fascination. As Frisk’s own magic enter the book, it glowed with the same color as her soul. Once the book was filled, the glow faded away. “Open your eyes now and read the book now.” Magic-Eyes said.

Frisk wasn't paying attention as she continue to pour more and more Magicka Into it the streams getting larger and thicker.

“Frisk! Cut the magic, child. You might overload the book’s enchantment.” Magic-Eyes warned.

Frisk finally heard him through her shouting the Mantra in her head. “Huh? wait I did it?”

“Yes. Now, give your new spell a name, say it once in your mind.” Magic-Eyes explained.

“Flowey!” Frisk said happily. As she said this, her mind was filled with new knowledge, the word she shouted being bonded to her magic.

“Now, as you say this again with focus in your mind, you will create a magical ward that will reduce the strength of a physical attack and ignore a small percentage of magic. The spell will be weak, but as you practice, you will be able to pour more magic into your ward.” Magic-Eyes Explained, then his face took on a serious look. “Don’t put too much magic above your skill level or your mind and body will feel the impact.”

“Yay, I have a spell! I have a spell!” Frisk said doing a little dance ignoring the last bit of his explanation a bit.

“I mean it, child. You can die if you try to use a spell above your level of skill...I don’t want your friend Flowey to blame me for your stubbornness.”  Magic-Eyes warned

“okay…” Frisk said calming down and looking guiltily at the ground for ignoring him.

“Now, summon your shield, then speak the word you bonded your magicka too.” Magic-Eyes asked.

Frisk immediately made her Shield but it was a bit stronger this time “flowey!” The Shield immediately took on a blue glow and looked at least 15% stronger.

“Now, I will be careful on what I teach you, but you must promise to tell me when you feel tired. Magic can be tasking on the mind and body, so I suggest you strength those two while practicing on your Flowey Shield spell.” Magic-Eyes said, almost chuckling at the name she gave it.

“Yay! I now have best Shield name! “ Frisk said as she made her shield again and use the flowey Shield spell.

Magic-Eyes went through the list of what Alteration had to offer such as changing the weight of an target ( up,down ) , unlocking and locking doors (Harry and Potter) , breathing underwater (undying), walking on water ( Jesus). And like before, Frisk had to channel her magicka into the book, repeating their effects, and bonding each one to a word.

“How do you feel?” Magic-Eyes asked with concern.

“I feel great!” Frisk said stifling a little yawn, Magic-Eyes could tell that she was getting a little tired.

Magic-Eyes handed her the book. “Now read the words and all will be made clear.” he said she immediately did As Told and started reading has she continued reading her head started to hurt her mind not able to actually keep up with all the big words in it.

“Read each page on each spell. It may be complicated at first but you’ll get better at it.” Magic-Eyes explained as Frisk learned the words she created with her magic. Frisk continue reading until she passed out reading the book as she made small little snores, she even subconsciously placed the book on her head as if it was a pillow.

Magic-Eyes smiled at the sight, just an associate member of his school. Of course, the lizard provided her a short-cut to those spells instead of him having to go on a long string of explanation that would give anyone a headache. At least now through the book, she was learn on at her own pace. Slowly, Magic-Eyes placed her in the leather sleeping bag and draped a fur pelt blanket over here. With her asleep, the argonian made his way outside to go get a fire going before night time draws near.

He was met with the flower-man, standing there with a amused look on his face. “So, how'd it go?” The flower asked.

“It went well so far, she got a little burnt though.” Magic-Eyes said as he looked up from the small campfire he made.

“I'm assuming she did it to herself?” Flowey asked with a tapping foot… thing. Whatever the flower equivalent for a foot is.

“Only half of it. I had to provide her the knowledge for some of those spells, so as long as she reads the book I created for her and studies often, she will get better with less of a drained.” Magic-Eyes explained.

Flowey sighed a bit. “Well, I'd rather she didn't get hurt at all…” He said, frowning.

“She still has much to learn though.” Magic-Eye said as he brought up a book and started writing down information on her progress.

“She can always load if it gets too bad,” Flowey mused to himself.

“...What do you mean load?” Magic-Eyes said in a curious tone of voice.

Flowey hummed. “Do you know what video games are?” He asked, trying to think of a way to explain this if the magic teacher didn't know what they were.

“Most likely another concept of the multiverse. I’ve seen quite a number of strange powers, some magic and most beyond my understanding.” Magic-Eyes said was he continued to write.

Flowey stared at him. “A ‘no’ would have been fine. Video games are little… metal boxes with illusions displayed on small screens on the front, taking up most of it. You can control what your… ‘avatar' does in the illusion with buttons in the right or left of the screen, right controlling actions and left controlling movement,” The flower informed him.

“Sounds like a combination of Illusion and dwemer technology.” Magic-Eyes answered as he finished writing in his book.

“I'm just going to assume that's close to what it is. Anyway, in these games there are instances that you can ‘save' in time and go back to later by ‘loading'. Preferably before your avatar dies somewhere so you lose next to no progress, enabling you to just keep coming against the thing that killed your avatar until you beat it,” Flowey said. Ranty flower is ranty.

“So are you saying she’s controlling another body from a different location?” Magic-Eyes asked with a look of distrust.

Flowey shook his head. “No, not at all. Who controls bodies from afar are called ‘Players'. However, in Frisks place, it'd be like if the Avatar was it's own person and had access to Saving and Loading the game… she could even RESET back to the start if she wanted it bad enough, though I doubt she'll ever do that,” Flowey explained to him.

“For a moment there, I thought she was using a form of necromancing.” Magic-Eyes said before processing the information and calculating it in a way he would understand it. “As for the saving and loading, it sounds like a very advanced form of magic not many have been able to master.” he explains.

“It's instinctual to those with enough DETERMINATION, whoever has the most can do what I told you. Here… I'm going to initiate something. It's harmless, so just relax,” Flowey said calmly. A clicking sound was heard, and the world around the two turned black as they saw each other as white versions with black lines to outline their forms.

In front of Magic Eyes, he saw a purple heart, the Battle Box, and five options. FIGHT, SPELL, ACT, ITEM, and MERCY. “That is your SOUL, the very culmination of your being,” Flowey informed someone if it for the third time. Only this would have less death… hopefully.

“And the floating boxes?” Magic-Eyes asked curiously.

“Those are different methods of engaging an opponent. Normally in games, you'd need to kill indiscriminately to proceed… however, it's different in the one our magic works like. In it, you may ACT and SPARE. The spell option is usually not there, but considering you actually can do magic it's understandable for it to appear,” The flower said.

Out of curiosity, the argonian reached out for the Magic button. Suddenly a long list of spells he crafted were on a long list, especially two spells he had learned. Risutoa Naosu, Kaen Hakai Suru, Shimo, Shokku Mahi, Shirudo Rejisuto, Ochitsuita, Chamu, Jotai, Hikari, Tenmetsu, Yoru Me, Chinmoku, Kenshutsu, Maku Soki, Terekineshisu, Sourutorappu, Jumon Tento, Jumon Yoroi, Futan, Feza, Wizard's Fury, Finger Of The Mountain, Disuperu, Han'ei, Chinmoku, Fujo suru.

“Well… that's certainly more than most bother with,” Flowey commented. “Anyway, there are seven traits. Determination, Perseverance, Integrity, Kindness, Bravery, Patience, and Justice. Determination, while it's own trait, is also a beings will to live, thus every other trait and every little living thing has some measure of it.”

“I’d assume Frisk has one of the seven?” Magic-Eyes said according to the flower man’s explanation.

“Determination is hers, it's a red SOUL,” Flowey informed.

Suddenly, a tired Frisk appears inside of the battle, her soul showing up big and red like always.

“Interesting.” Magic-Eyes said as he stroked along his scalie chin.

“Now, in this state some spells of yours may not work as they should. That's because the game is something called a ‘bullet hell’, which essentially means the enemy sends a bunch of projectiles at you and you need to dodge through openings in the patterns. I'm the only one capable of making a truly undodgeable attack… though it's almost guaranteed to somehow get interrupted by a outside force,” Flowey ranted again. Ranty, ranty the ranter.

“Flowey what are we doing in the soul battle?” Frisk asked innocently.

“Explaining to magic eyes how our powers work,” Flowey informed the child. “How about you CHECK him for me, Frisk?”

Frisk immediately hit the ACT button before pressing CHECK and looking at the stats of Magic-Eyes.

“Koal”

HP: 441/441 (+25)
ATK: 316
Defense: 66
MP: 425 (Stunted)
Weapon: Mage's Axe
Armor: ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ??

“That's not fair!” Frisk whines after checking his stats and stomping her feet in a bit of a tantrum.

“Hmmm. The system must be having a little difficulty translating his stats to ours,” Flowey theorised, humming. “No matter. Try a spell, Magic Eyes. Let's see how it handles that… I'd suggest Frisk do so, but it's your turn.”

“I’ll try a weak spell, although since we appeared to be in a different reality, I won’t be able to control how much magicka I can push into the spell.” Magic-Eyes warned as he scrolled down to the spell ‘Shimo’. When he selected the spell, his purple eyes took on a gentle glow.

A couple of white spikes of ice appeared, flying slowly at Flowey. Flowey just went underground, avoiding the attack and causing a MISS to appear where he was before he came back up.

Frisk giggled that she saw this as it reminded her of a certain skeleton and his constant aggravating of the certain demon.

Magic-Eyes then gotten an idea. “Frisk, perhaps you’d like to try out the spells I taught you? Remember, it will be weak since you need to strengthen your mind and your pool of magicka.” the argonian explained as he looked over at the youth. “Use it on your friend or yourself.”

“Flowey!” Frisk said loudly making a shield and strengthening it. Of course, it had to be possible to hit her so it only covered her front and left.

“My turn, then. First before we continue, do you think you understand how our abilities work?” Flowey asker. Of course, all this did was make Frisk pout since flowey didn't react to her name of the Shield.

“I believe so, you basically take turns instead of attacking and casting anytime you want.” Magic-Eyes theorize. Frisk nodded her head as she remembered a few games including a playthrough of Skyrim and how the person she watched play it used sneak and archery to break it.

“Only defensive can be cast whenever, not attacking,” Flowey said, but nodded. “I'm SPAREing you. Spare us.”

Frisk hit act and then used flirt “What's cooking good-looking~” Frisk said winking at flowey and Magic eyes.

Sadly for Frisk’s attempt at flirting, it wasn’t very effective. His clawed hand hovered over the spare button and applied pressure over it.

Flowey chuckled and just SPAREed again. Frisk pouted as she hits SPARE and the world return to normal.

“Any reason why you tried to flirt?” Magic-Eyes asked with a raised eye-ridge. “You’re too young for that.”

“It's just a thing she does,” Flowey assured him. Frisk just pouts even more in response crossing her arms in a huff.

“No comment,” Magic-Eyes as he added fuel to the campfire to provide more light to the area. “Frisk, are you ready to learn Restoration?” He asked.

“Yea, I want to heal people!” Frisk yelled out doing a little dance.

Magic-Eyes went back into his tent before bring out the spellcrafter they used from before. “Your spellbook, Frisk. Place it upon the altar.” he said.

Frisk pulled out her spell book from her inventory and placed it on the pedestal.

Flowey deadpans. “Really?” He asked, seeing the sticker and rainbow coloration on the spellbook.

Magic-Eyes started writing in a new page, again in a foreign language as before, once finished he turned to Frisk. “Like before, channel your magicka into the book and give the spell a name for healing.” he explained.

Frisk stepped up her soul appearing as magic poured through it and into the Spellbook.“DETERMINATION!” Frisk yelled out immediately naming the spell.

Once the required amount was used, Magic-Eyes continued to speak.

“Now, this will use a little bit more magicka than your shield spell as I have written a number spells into it so not only will you heal, but you can help others gain back of their fatigue, cure poison and disease, and ease up on any mental or physical problems.” he said before handing her book back. “Read it often and your new spell will be stronger.”

“Sounds useful,” Flowey said after a couple moments. Frisk immediately went over to Flowey and reached her hands up for him to pick her up.

He chuckled, picking her up and placing her on his shoulders. Frisk placed her book on his head and started reading it while she sat on his shoulders.

“I’ll save the rest of the remain schools Mysticism and Illusion for another time. Right now, I’m surprised no one or anypony has noticed any of this happening.” Magic-Eyes said as he looked around.

Abruptly, there was a flash of light as Twilight teleported in. Well then.

“Hi twi!” Frisk said happily as she continued to read her book while having her face scrunch up here and there when she didn't understand it.

Magic-Eyes looked over where the famous student of Celestia had appeared in a burst of magic.

“Hey, sparkly butt,” Flowey said with a grin.

“Twilight, I can more magic now!” Frisk said so excitedly that she skipped a word. Just one really. Because screw do.

Purple pony ever being a grammar nazi, zeroed in on Frisk, ignoring or forgetting the reason she came here in the first place. And she's supposed to be the smart one. “It's ‘I can do more Magic now’, Frisk,” Twidim said, crossing her arms.

Frisk, in response said “Up!” causing Twilight to float. Frisk started to sweat after putting so much magic into it.

Humming, Flowey sent two vines up and wrapped around the floating magic user. “Balloon Twilight… make sure to tie the ‘string' tight to your wrist, Frisk,” Flowey said with amusement pouring out of him.

“Frisk,” Magic-Eyes began to say he raised his hand, moving it in a circular motion to gather magicka. “Futan,” he whispered to return Twilight’s weight back to normal. And making her land right on her face. “Remember what I said about using more than what you can handle?”

“Yes Mister Magic-Eyes, sir.” Frisk said looking down in guilt.

Looking at Magic Eyes, Twilight blinked. “Wait- how are you using magic!? Dragons can't use magic…” Twilight said, mumbling the second part.

“he's not a dragon, he's a dinosaur!” Frisk said enthusiastically already starting to recover due to her red soul and determination trying to fix her up.

“Yes, he's a blue dinosaur. He's a yoshi, you should try to ride him,” Flowey said, smug mischievous look on his face.

“He's a Yoshi?! Does that mean he spits up eggs?” Frisk asked, not getting that Flowey was making a joke due to her young mind.

“...No, Frisk,” Magic-Eyes said with a soft groan. “I’m an argonian. The only thing accurate to your statement is that my kind can lay eggs.” he said.

“Aregomein?” Frisk says trying to pronounce it her face scrunching up adorably.

“Ar-gon-ni-an. Or if you can pronounce my language, it would be Saxhleel.” Magic-Eyes said to correct her.

“sixsixelevin.” Frisk says excitedly once again screwing up the language as only a kid could.

“No, Frisk…” Magic-Eyes said as he shook his head.

Twilight.exe has malfunctioned. Please take her to the nearest organic repair shop. Frisk immediately pulls out her stick and starts poking Twilight.

Magic-Eyes waved his hand in front of her eyes, then frowned at the dull confused and in belief expression on her face. “Risutoa Naosu, Ochitsuita.” He whispered as two orbs of blue and yellow light glowed in his palms to send a healing wave of calm over mind in a attempt to snap her out of it.

It seemed to work for all of five seconds… before Twilight crashed again. Dammit Twilight. Flowey laughed, almost doubling over. Magic-Eyes tries again with a different spell. “Jotai.” He whispered to help strength her mind temporally.

It took her three seconds to crash now. “Pfffft, alright. I'll take her home,” The flower said, lifting her and walking towards ponyville. Aand he's gone.
> Kidnappings after Meeting...
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Frisk was heading to school, skipping. Right now everyone was busy, Flowey was out… ‘practicing', Twilight studying, and her other caretakers at their jobs.

“ I wonder what we're going to do at school today?” Frisk said absentmindedly.

“Satanic Rituals,” A voice said from behind her. A chill went down frisks spine that she started to run.

She got all of one step before being knocked out and put in a sack. The most stereotypical of kidnapping devices.

“Are we sure this is the kid that has our Lord and savior locked up?” one of the grunts asked.

“If not, we'll just kill her,” The leader said dismissively, their forms covered by black cloaks. All that was left at the scene was Frisks book bag.

(One hour later…)

Flowey walked up to Frisks bag. He looked calm, as he held it up and inspected the lost object. Inwardly, however? The sun was not hot enough to accurately describe his fury. A blue star wasn't enough to describe his fury. The heat death of the multiverse was barely a candle compared to the wrath that he felt. Kratos’ rage looked like a childs tantrum compared to the burning embers growing inside of him.

Flowey ROARED. Everyone in Ponyville stopped and coward at the sound of the monstrous roar that escaped the flowers mouth.

The flowers eyes blazed with magic, a tracking spell. He picked up on Frisks Determination, it was rather distinctive, and shifted.

Channeling the timberwolves, he went quadruped and ran, magic blazing behind him as he used it to speed his legs up. He ran, not twisting around trees but bulldozing them, eyes red with not determination but pure unadulterated Rage.

He went through miles of land, feet leaving blazing pawprints in his mad dash for his charge. He felt Frisks Determination wavering… and used it to lock on.

He did not teleport, but instead used what looked like a body flicker from Naruto. He went from in a forest to standing in a ritual, and his fury only grew.

Frisk lay beaten and bruised and bloody, half a HP left and missing a couple fingers and a ear. And a leg. Ponies were chanting, and one had a knife raised.

Flowey didn't bother to examine then further, already back in humanish form. With a flicker of magic and so much rage reality cowered, vines shot out and impaled the six not through their chests only, but their SOUL.

Absentmindedly noting the six were all the traits except DT, Flowey heard Purple speak up the finished words of the Ritual. “...Rise, L-lord Chara Dreemurr…” He said.

The flower swiftly drained the six. He was not stupid however, and instead of absorbing them whole simply drained them dry before destroying their souls.

Black smoke leaked out of Frisks body before shaping into a humanoid form with eyes as black as night, with red pupils and a bloody green and yellow sweater with brown shorts covered in blood stains and red shoes “I amFree!”

“Hi Free im Death!” Flowey said, rage still burning brighter than the brightest star as he sent friendliness lasers at Chara.

“You think you can beat me abomination?” Chara said as he dodged each and every one of his attacks.

“With your lack of love and my kill count and souls? Easily. You can do one damage at a time, on a perfect hit, out of my 300,000,000 hp. You don't have the PATIENCE to kill me!” Flowey said, vines instead wrapping around Frisk and healing her as they brought her away from the fight.

“You're nothing better than a final fantasy boss that takes too long!” Chara said mockingly

“With your pathetic Determination? I have 12 SOULs worth of the stuff, you have one chance to kill me!” Flowey said, form bulging as it grew to a twice the size Omega Flowey.

Chara punched the giant flower god rather ineffectively in the face, not even doing one damage from the weak physical attack.

“Uh… Azzy, it's me your best friend to the end! Remember Azzy?” Chara says realizing that he had no chance against the Giant.

The omega chuckled. “Didn't you see Frisks memories? Sorry Friend, Azzy isn't here. It's just me. And it's time for you to END.” Flowey cackled, mouth opening and a giant beam charging.

“Oh no… not again…” Chara whimpered, closing their eyes.

Before Flowey blasted, a voice nagged in his mind. Frisk wouldn't want him to kill Chara, not when he had more than enough power to change some Data and give the psycho a happy ending.

Instead of a death beam that hit Chara, it was a transformative one. Gone was the human SOUL, taken by Flowey. In it's place was a monsters. Gone was the males human body, replaced with the body of a skeleton… not any skeleton, but a goat monsters.

The Locket was spared, a memento of this Charas Asriel. Draining the Determination of the red Soul and filling it with a little of each, Flowey gained the final SOUL he needed.

He held off his ascension just yet, wanting Frisk to see a familiar face instead of whatever form he was given when she woke up. Taking Chara with him, Flowey teleported the three to just out of Ponyville.

Once there he filled Frisk's Soul, just a smidgen smaller than Charas, with the rest of his red DT and used the rest of the other colors not in a SOUL to heal her fingers, ear, and a sixteenth of her leg.

He'd have done more, but the Flower felt… drained, going from almost a double gods worth of power to just singular is a rather jarring difference.

Trapping the newborn monster in a cage of stone and magic for now, Flowey curled around Frisk in his little Flower form and fell asleep with the two in a vine cocoon.

After a moment Twilight appeared to see the three sleeping figures. “What is going on?!”

(The Next Morning...)

Frisk was whimpering as she tried to make a leg out of determination. Her efforts were in vain, the red energy flickering and instead making a pegleg sword.

On another bed was Chara, restrained with a couple handcuffs to horizontal poles jutting from the wall. He was silent, looking down at himself. He didn't know whether to praise or curse the flower for stripping away his humanity and turning him into a monsters, even a boss one!1

“Chara why did your mean followers have to hurt me so much…” Frisk whispered to Chara as she fell on her face again.

Chara looked down and away. He was… confused, emotions whirring around inside if him.

“I forgive you for being mean… it wasn't your fault.” Frisk says as she wobbles over to Chara and Pats them.

Chara flinched away, not deserving in his kind of forgiveness or pats. Frisk looked on sad at him not wanting pats, everyone deserves pats in Frisks opinion.

The two turned their attention to the Nurse as she came into the room. She looked very generic, under a similar enchantment as the Royal Guard but for nurses and doctors instead.

“Hi Miss nurse!” Frisk said childishly as she tried to get up to give the nurse a hug.

The nurse chuckled, catching her and putting Frisk back in her bed. “Sweety, I know you want to walk but please don't use your magic for a while okay? Your not stabilised yet,” The nurse said sweetly, patting Frisk.

“Okay I'll stop using my magic…” Frisk said thoroughly enjoying the pets.

The nurse smiled. “It's just for a few days,” She assured. “Now, I hear that our third patient is a friend of yours?”

“No he's my friend flowey he's just gotten a lot more powerful and got to be a real boy now!” Frisk said, unknowingly taking a small dig at Flowey.

The nurse blinked in confusion. “Um… ‘he'? The patient isn't the savior Flowey or male…” The nurse said in confusion.

“Yes he is he saved me from the mean people that wanted to bring about the end of the world!” Frisk said unintentionally leaving out the part where Chara would be the one to end everything.

“I'll just show her to you, will you be alright alone for a moment?” The nurse said first to Frisk before directing the second half at Chara. The new monster nodded, and the Nurse plucked Frisk from the bed before heading out into the hallway. Frisk hums happily as she was carried to what she believed to be Flowey.

When they got there Frisk saw a strange site. It was another human, with tannish skin. She had her hair in low pigtails, the hair a light dirty blonde. Because magic. It also had a flower near the front on the side of her head. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed to only be wearing a hospital gown.

Frisk immediately noticed the familiar feel the girl gave off and darted to her, hugging her. “How did you become a girl and human!?” Frisk yelled out forgetting her manners for a bit.

The new human groaned, green eyes fluttering open. “Whu…?” She mumbled groggily.

“Does this mean you're going to be my big sister now?!” Frisk said excitedly jumping up and down.

The roughly ten year old in body groaned. “Frisk, quiet down a little… my everything hurts…” the girl mumbled, shifting onto her side in the bed.

“But you're human now!” Frisk says losing her balance and falling face-first on the bed.

The girl blinked. “Wha-... Oh, right,” The now girl said, having needed a moment to remember what had happened. She brought Frisk close to hug and comfort her, whether she needed it or not. Spoiler: she did.

Frisk snuggled into the Comfort even though she put up a good fast day to be happy and go lucky she didn't like not having both legs.