Smack.

The sound akin to whips cracking could be heard as thorny vines slammed Frisk into the dirt and grass. The vine wasn’t massive in size – in fact, it was very much like a typical, uncontrollable weed – but it still hurt all the same. Frisk howled, the fabric slightly torn as he scrambled to stand back up onto his feet. He wasn’t sure where was running (he was giving chase in the same, pitch black abyss he knew so well), but all he knew was that he had to get out. And fast.

“You can’t run forever, Frisk…”

The human could recognized that distorted voice from a mile away, and before he could sprint off again he found the air knocked out of his lungs with great force. Another tumble to the ground and Frisk could feel his chest burning, his heart racing, and worst of all the stings from each flick of pain he received.

He hid his face beneath his brown tufts, mouth parted open as he gasped for air.

“Fl-Flowey…” He whispered, “Stop…”

The yellow flower burrowed into the ground, only appearing once again after finding a direct route towards Frisk’s face.

Sharp, white canines shaped into a grin, and the flower broke into earsplitting, maniacal laughter.

“You IDIOT.”

A vine slapped Frisk in the face, a pudgy had immediately running to his quickly reddening cheek as tears began to well up in his eyes.

“Must I say it again? You’re a threat to society. To monsters. And most of all to ME.”

Two vines finally flung themselves out of the ground, worm-like structures wriggling out in the air before snaking their way across the dirt; They were sneaking up behind the boy, but rather than scrambling back to his feet he could do nothing but sit and tremble in terror.

He was paralyzed, unable to move; all he did was squint his eyes shut as he could feel the vines slither up across his battered back.

“Die.”

He was waiting for it, mouth instinctively parting open to let out a scream – but suddenly, he was cut off!

He took note of his now resonating red soul, and it’s sudden color change to blue; he found himself being dragged back into the air – the vines crashing into the ground and (unfortunately, in Flowey’s head) missing their target.

“What?!”

Frisk recognized the feeling – the way his movements slowed as he glided across the air, alongside being forcefully pulled upward. It surprised him even, yet he couldn’t help but feel relief in the gravitation. He soon found himself dropped to the side, a familiar voice coming in soon after.

“Hands off, or in your case, petals off the kid.”

Out from the corner appeared the normally cheerful Skeleton Sans, a bony hand wrapped with the same blue aura that held onto Frisk’s soul. He let out a small chuckle, probably from the terrible pun he made… but then? A growl.

The skeleton was not amused.

“Sans!” Frisk wailed, tears and snot running down his face as his trembling body crawled to hide behind the familiar friend.

“Hey, kiddo… I should’ve known not to leave him alone with you.”

Flowey scoffed, gritting his teeth as he bent forward with drooping leaves.

“Of course the useless one would get in my way… because Frisk can’t do anything to save himself.”

The flower closed his eyes, a low chuckle accompanying a wicked grin.

“No matter… I’ll just kill you both! I mean, with one hit-point this lazy sack of bones will be destroyed in an instant, won’t he?”

Frisk cried out at the thought, but the moment he felt Sans run his bony digits through his hair he could feel himself growing strong enough to hold back sobs.

“Don’t worry, kid,” Sans uttered, a circle of bones forming behind him as he held his hand out in front of him.