Snowdin- Nightmare

                                    

                                          


                          
"FLOWER! HOW ARE THEY FEELING?" Papyrus ordered. A breath of chilly air tailed the skeleton's entrance.
                          


                          
"They're asleep," Flowey answered. "They're feeling much better. They haven't coughed or sneezed in a long time. They fell asleep a few minutes after you left- just about straight after finishing their soup."
                          
Frisk opened their eyes. "Hmm...? Flowey?"
                          
Flowey turned back to them. "You're awake! Are you better?"
                          
Frisk nodded and sat up. "Yeah. I still have a headache... and tired... but I'm good."
                          
"YOU JUST SLEPT! WHY ARE YOU TIRED? DOES THAT HAPPEN TO ALL HUMANS?" Papyrus prompted.
                          
Flowey nodded. "Yeah. But only if they're not feeling well."
                          
"funny how that seems to happen to them and only them." Sans' scathing voice appeared beside Papyrus. "the road's clear, boss. we're ready to leave when you are."
                          
Flowey rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Funny how they're also the only blind human down here, too. And the only human their age. And the only sick human."
                          
Papyrus sighed heavily at Sans' and Flowey's sarcasm. "UGH. WELL, WE'LL BE BACK LATER. WE'RE GOING TO TALK WITH CAPTAIN UNDYNE. IF YOU'RE AWAKE, WE'LL GET YOU SOMETHING TO EAT," Papyrus swept out the door, cape fluttering in the snow-laden breeze as he went. Sans, with one last glare at Flowey, followed him.
                          
Frisk watched the door for a few moments before laying down and looking at Flowey. "You really shouldn't have made Sans mad at you. He... doesn't seem like the forgiving sort."
                          
Flowey watched Frisk with a morose gaze. "You are too kind, Frisk." He leaned down, picked up the lip of the blanket in his teeth, and pulled it over Frisk. "This place does not deserve you."
                          
"Of course, it does." Frisk closed their eyes. "This place is magical. I've always wanted to be in a magical place. When I was younger, my sisters and I would build forts from the pillows and cushions and make castles. We pretended to have magic and be fairies, I think? No, my little sister, Emma, was a fairy. Cammy and I were both wizards. So, it's really nice to be in a place of magic."
                          
"Well then... I'm sorry that this is your introduction into magic, Frisk," Flowey mumbled.
                          
"That's okay. I like this place, actually. It reminds me a lot of home."
                          
"Home?" Flowey echoed.
                          
Frisk nodded. "Yep! I grew up most of my life in a big city. Everyone there was pretty... unforgiving. You know, lots of bad things happened. People were mean to each other. Sometimes, when on the road, people would get out of their cars to hit other cars. Sometimes, people with guns would run into a place and steal stuff. Then people also said very unkind things to one another. The kids at my school started off nice. As they got older, they got mean, too. There were even people who captured other people. Sometimes it was noble, like a policeman–that's a type of human guard–catching a bad guy. Sometimes, bad guys would catch good guys. I was never captured, which is good."
                          
"But you just got captured," Flowey pointed out.
                          
"I know. But Papyrus and Sans are good people," Frisk pointed out. "I'm not a bad person. However, I am a human. So, that's reason enough. Humans are a threat, I think? Anyway, the humans on the surface that capture people, the bad ones, do really bad things to people they catch. So, I'm glad it Papyrus and Sans who caught me instead of someone from the surface."
                          
Flowey wheezed, "What can be- what? They let you freeze to death so many times. They put you in a metal cage. You died from sickness and cold six times. Sans was trying to get back at you for something you didn't do by making you feel even worse! That's not to say how Papyrus 'caught you.' You were nearly killed by him. What could a human do that's even worse than that?"