"F-Frisk, are you okay? He hurt you... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you to go on your own. I was a coward..."
The little Flower wrapped himself around the child as she stumbled through the snow. The snow biting at his petals, causing him to shiver. But he ignored it as he looked over the child. He could see the bruises that riddled her body and the cut that Sans had left on her cheek. He frown softy, his leaf gently resting against it as she winced away. They slowly came upon the village — not the safest place for Frisk to be... but they really had no choice.
Flowey however blinked in surprise when he saw her drop to her knees as sobs escaped her mouth. Tears had promptly formed in her eyes as she cried to the flower. Muttering of how scared she was through her strained voice. Frisk wasn't much for words... but this time the little girl couldn't keep the words down. She knew that she would just come back... but — it was scary... to think of death. The flower twitched ne