A girl with closed eyes and yellow skin was staring at a woman with white hair and black and red demonic eyes, wrapped around the girls arm was a green vibe with a smiling flower attacked to it.
Frisk sighed, she opened her eyes, a slight Golden light momentarily appeared, her eyes were the colors of molten gold. "Salem, you're plans are... strange, you want to summon the gods of your world and destroy it just because you wish to die."
Salem tapped the throne she was sitting on, she yawned, glancing at the child in front of her. "Yes, that is what I want, to gather all the relics and destroy this world, it doesn't concern you does it?. You are looking for the completion of your goals aren't you and we are just helping each other aren't we?."
Frisk sighed slightly, she stayed silent and then closed her eyes, a resolve burned deep within her, her DETERMINATION was unwavering. "You're right...but, it feels strange committing genocide...once again."
She whispered the last words to herself.
Salem smiled. "Does it matter, you are just Killing humans and Faunus, it won't matter if they die, death is a mercy to them, this world... it's not worth it."
Frisk sighed and she stayed silent. Flowey seeing her expression sighed. "Kiddo, cheer up, at least our plans will come to fruitation."
"Yeah." Her hands gently went towards her chest and clutched the heart shaped necklace. "It's just a small inconvenience on our part."
Flowey smiled as he shifted slightly. "Yes and it seems we may have gotten rid of a few more plans, I sense 'him' in this world "
Frisk muttered something under her breath. She then glanced towards Salem. "I Will empower your Grimm, make them cause fear and panic,the more the fear, the better."
Salem smiled darkly. "See you're starting to get it little invader."
Frisk did not reply, she sighed and walked out of the room and outside the desolate wasteland filled with dark pools of negative emotions. "Fear...huh, Flowey , you spoke to him.. didn't you.
Flowey clicked his tongue. "Yes I found him and I did."
Frisk smiled, it was radiant and warm. "Maybe he can stop us, who knows, but I am glad he is alright."
"Even though he left us all alone?. You forgive him?." Flowey asked confused by her reasoning.
Frisk brought a hand to her mouth and chuckled. "I don't hate him, but I still don't Forgive him. He may have manipulated me in the past...but he was the only one to truly tell me the nature of our world., how we are nothing but characters in a game, but now we are here, we have escaped that world and now we will destroy this one to fulfill a goal, isn't that poetic."
Flowey scoffed. "Think what you think, if you meet him, he will definitely try to stop you....or just kill you, it really depends on how he sees you at that, If you're a human that looks like a monster, he won't hesitate and if you're a monster that acts like a human, he would question you."
"He won't kill me." She said with a smile.
Flowey frowned. "But what if he did."
Frisk opened her eyes slightly. "I would be very sad...and we would have to restart again, you know what they say, only by failing the trial you will discover the errors and if we do start over again and fail, we will just keep doing it till every inconceivable error is 'edited'."
Flowey laughed, though there was no real joy in it—more like a wheeze caught between amusement and exhaustion. "Heh... you really haven't changed, huh? Still thinking life's just one big save file."
Frisk's gaze remained forward, scanning the horizon where black clouds churned like a dying storm. "Because it is. To us, at least. We can keep going... keep trying... keep breaking everything until it bends into the shape we want. It's cruel. But it's true."
A soft wind moved through the barren wasteland, carrying the bitter scent of ash and the cries of some distant battle. Grimm shrieked in the background—Salem's army growing stronger by the moment. Fear was spreading. Just as promised.
Frisk took another step forward. Her shadow elongated unnaturally in the warped light, dancing like a second self behind her. Flowey trailed behind, his vine brushing the earth lazily.
"You're starting to sound like him," Flowey said, his voice quiet now. "You know… before he stopped caring."
Frisk glanced over her shoulder. "Maybe. Or maybe I just understand now. You can't be merciful forever. Mercy without resolve becomes regret."
Flowey narrowed his eyes. "And what about kindness?"
Frisk didn't answer.
Instead, she knelt by the edge of a dark pool—its surface writhing with red streaks of pain, suffering, and despair. She dipped her fingers into it, and immediately, images flashed in her mind, memories that weren't hers, screams that didn't belong to her, but felt so real.
She welcomed them. "It will only take you so far before you get tired of people taking advantage of it, Kindness is temporary."
She brought her finger close to her lips and then pressed it softly against them, as if tasting the bitterness of her own words. "Kindness is an illusion," she murmured. "It's a crutch, something we cling to when we don't want to face the harsh truth of what we are... what this world really is."
Flowey stayed silent, watching her, his eyes sharp and calculating. He could sense something was different in the way she spoke—an edge, a coldness to her voice that hadn't been there before.
"I thought you were all about second chances," Flowey said, his voice tinged with confusion. "But now it sounds like you're just ready to watch the world burn."
Frisk stood up and brushed the dirt off her knees, looking at the dark pool again. The reflection of her own molten gold eyes stared back at her, burning with an intensity that made her feel like she was gazing at something alien.
"I am giving them second chances," she replied, her voice low but unwavering. "But they have to take them. No one gets mercy if they don't try. You can only hand out so many chances before you realize the world won't change just because you want it to."
Flowey scoffed, his vines rustling in frustration. "What a joke. You're the one who used to believe in redemption... and now you're just like them. Cold and ruthless."
Frisk chuckled. "I am his reflection I guess, this just a cruel type of kindness."
Flowey scoffed then glanced at the pendant. "Are you going to use one of 'their' skills, their souls are still in there...well the human souls are missing though."
Frisk shrugged. "Not a problem. and not yet, it consumes too much soul power" A bar of chocolate appeared on her hand. "Now, do you want some."