*Take the stick ♥

*Leave stick behind

Grabbing the stick you held it up to the flower nestled on your shoulder, wiggling it a bit, "Hey, Flowey, you can hold this right?"

Looking confused he grabbed it with his root, "Sure I can. But for what? It's a stick." Simply scoffing you looked around to be sure you were alone with your companion.

"You told me it's kill or be killed, and you also told me everybody down here hates humans. I'm taking this stick as a last plan resort," you explained as you continued walking. The idea of having to hurt anybody didn't stick well with you (Hah! Punny indeed! You figured you deserve a pat on the shoulder for that one, but since it was taken over by a sentient plant life, you opted to pat Flowey instead, much to his confusion.)

Walking started to get difficult, the snow was deeper then you originally thought. "I hate water," Flowey suddenly piped up, seemeing really stressed, "it drowns you."

You craned your neck to raise a brow at his face. "It's snow, Flowey."

He formed a pout. "SNOW is FROZEN WATER. It's practically almost the same," he reaffirmed as he shook himself a bit. Giggling over his curt reply, you jumped over a rock and patted him once more, much to his dismay.

"Don't flowers like water?" you teased.

Looking at you he shuddered, his voice still very nervous, "In this amount? No, thank you!"

Giggling and discussing the uses of water and snow you two didn't notice the shadow that followed you from behind. Even when it came really close once or twice, the shadow came within a few feet only to back up again. You didn't notice.

"Frisk. Frisk," Flowey began, "I know, humans can swim. And you drink water too!" He was trying to convince you how stupid the idea of too much water was. "But consider what would happen if you didn't have any legs and only two leaves as arms!" He seemed really proud of that point. He didn't seem to realize that no human had leaves as arms. Or roots instead of legs, though, not wanting to destroy his hope of winning, you sighed in defeat dramatically.

"You're probably right," you held your hands up in surrender before picking up a bit of snow. "Too much water COULD be annoying," you smirked before shoving the snow onto the flower's face. "It's snow either way, Flowey."

"ARGH! It'scoldwhywouldyoudothistome?!" Talking way too fast to actually make a sentence you just laughed as the flower squirmed and writhed on your shoulder. It was really cute and he reminded you of a best friend you never really had. It was almost like going hiking with your bestie, if your bestie happened to be a talking flower that didn't like water. Well, he did but not too much water.

"Don't scrub your petals. It'll melt soon anyway," you rolled your eyes, though you gave your shoulder a roll in a subconscious effort to help him out.

"Not with this temperature! It's cooold!" Snickering, you picked up more snow and set it on his leaves, which you assumed would be his hands if he had any? Oh well. If he wanted to he could get some revenge for you snowing him in.

"Come on. Have a go at me," you goaded with a wiggle of your eyebrows.

There was no need to say it twice as in the next moment you coughed as your face was smacked with two dollops of snow. "Ack! Ew, it got in my mouth!!" you sputtered, spitting out ice and snow as the flower laughed as loud as possible for his non-existing lungs.

"Hah! Human, how's that for cold revenge!" He stopped as his expression went blank, "Isn't revenge supposed to be hot...?" He fell into deep thought and that alone was funny.

"I don't think it's really important if it's hot or cold. Revenge is revenge," you hummed, brushing snow off your now frozen face. You supposed that was your own fault. You rubbed your cheeks as you smiled at Flowey's cuteness. But then again he was still a monster. You... could trust him, right?

"Frisk!" he suddenly hissed directly into your ear, startling you.

"Y-Yeah?" Looking to him you noticed that he was looking behind you.

"We're being followed!" he whispered, wrapping tighter around your neck like he usually does when he's nervous. You held back the need to cough as you tensed from his hissed whispering. You barely made it out of the area near the ruins and already someone else was on your heels? That didn't seem to be a good thing.

"Don't turn around! Maybe we can use the element of surprise!" You fastened your step just a bit, trying to follow his idea of acting like you didn't know. However, you weren't very convinced.

"Surprise? Element of surprise for what?" you started to whisper back. What if it was a huge spooky monster that didn't look like frail fragile Flowey at all? The thought made you sweat despite the low temperature of your surroundings.

"For attacking, of course!" He wriggled himself a little bit harder around your neck. "I'm not exactly warmed up to the idea of dying yet, Frisk." You bristled slightly as you wondered whether or not he said that on purpose, but managed to keep your walk casual.

"And I'm still not killing anybody, Flowey," you retorted. There was a snapping of branches behind you, making you both stiffen. You walked faster.

"We don't have a choice! It's kill or be killed, please just believe me!" Looking left and right for any monsters you started becoming just as nervous as Flowey.

"W-well, if the monsters are intelligent maybe we can befriend them?" you offered weakly, still adamant on not fighting anyone. Or killing anyone, for that matter.

Flowey weakly punched your cheek with a leaf, though you could sense he was frustrated. "Of course! Ask them for directions while you're at it!" He turned his head in all directions in a frenzy, "Didn't you see Toriel in the ruins before? She didn't seem to care that you're small and innocent!"

Your breath hitched. "T-Toriel? Who's that? The goat lady?"

Your friend nodded. "Yeah, there's a lot to her. At least she left me alone most of the time but I'm telling you that lady has one or two serious issues she needs sorted out!"

There was another snap of branches right behind you. Flowey yelped in surprise and you instinctively started running. "Flowey, what the biscuit is following us!?" You were starting to get as scared as he was, judging from how tight he had coiled around your neck. "I don't see anybody but there aren't any animals down here!" The snapping of branches became louder. "Look between the trees! There's nothing to step on this path!"

*Keep running like an idiot ♥

*Hide for cover like a coward

The crunching of your feet in the snow was the only thing you heard for a while as you continued running. "I still don't see any--" you started only to get cut off as a snowball came at your side from the right, sending you stumbling into the snow from the impact.

"We're under attack!" Flowey pulled himself onto your shoulder with his leaves, scrabbling for your head for leverage. "I don't want to die yet!" he continued, and through his panic his voice was even louder than before.

The snow-covered ground was fluffy and cold, the fall hadn't hurt at all but the thought of a monster wanting to rip out your guts wasn't really soothing. "Nope nope nope, me neither. Don't be so loud!" you chided as you struggled to stand up only to have another snowball lodged directly onto your face.

"Ouch!" you grabbed for your stinging nose, noting the tears creeping past your eyes and realized that snowballs shouldn't hurt THIS bad. There was a stone in that snowball, and whoever threw it was fighting dirty. It seemed to be intelligent enough to make snowballs and throw them like that. "I don't see anything!" you cried out.

Flowey hastily brushed the snow off your face, "You don't need to see to run!" He looked around panicking. "J-just run!"

You were quick to follow and sprinted forward, only to get hit by more snowballs from all sides, your face included. Stumbling and not really fast anymore it was only a matter of time until whoever that douchebag was would come out and attack you.

"STOP WITH THE SNEAK ATTACKS!" Flowey yelled, "SHOW YOURSELF!"

You got back on your feet, everything around you was spinning from the cold and having dozens of snowballs hitting your face and sides. "Yeah, let it kill us up front, why not," you grumbled as you wobbled

on your legs. You took the stick out of Flowey's root and stood with your back in the direction you were planning to go. "This isn't funny anymore," your voice hardened, though it still wavered.

"it's not?" A deep voice chuckled from between the trees. "i- i think it's p-pretty funny."

The sound of crunching snow came from behind you. Turning around your face was met right away with something hard. A fist? It felt cold and hard. Like stone. Staggering backwards you landed ungracefully on your butt. Your eyes widened as you felt the feeling of warm blood running out of your nose and down your chin. Looking down there were already red spots in the white snow. Nice, you winced.

"Frisk!" Flowey checked you momentarily before turning around to face the foe. "How dare you hit my frien-" he started before letting out a squeal. So much for a hero. Looking up you stared at the monster right in front of you. It was a skeleton. It... didn't look like Flowey at all. Not even nice or friendly. It just looked like a monster.

"w-what's u-up?" It was a rather small and bulky skeleton from his outer appearance. He had a wide grin that didn't match his eyes, which seemed more nervous than dangerous. At a second glance, you noticed that he had a golden tooth on the right side of his mouth. If you could call it that.

"ha-haha." He came closer, his black shoes crunching the snow. "s-so much f-f-fun." He really seemed unstable. But you didn't have an idea of HOW unstable he really was. His black jacket and shorts are the only things matching in color. Who would wear such short shorts when it was this cold?

"Don't hurt them!" Flowey weaved himself in front of your face only to be snatched away with another squeal.

"Hey!" You sprang to your feet, ignoring the throbbing in your nose as it bled like a fountain from the sudden jolt. "Let him go!" This was an unpleasant situation.

"l-let who go?" He grabbed one of Flowey's petals. "i-it's just a flo-flower." His voice seemed sluggish, kind of tired. The grin never faltered. He still seemed more nervous than Flowey and you, judging from how he was sweating quite a bit. But then again, so were you.

"Please don't hurt him!" you pleaded, only to have it land on deaf ears, though the monster in front of you never seem to have had any in the first place. His eye twitched as he ripped out the petal. Flowey screamed and wriggled frantically.

"Frisk, run!" the flower shrieked. You held the stick harder.

This was not fair, why would he hurt Flowey? Should you hurt him back? You shouldn't. You told Flowey you weren't going to hurt anybody. You were determined to stick with that (patpat).

*Use the stick to attack the skeleton (It will break afterwards and won't be of any use to you anymore.)

♥ (Consider you're situation)

*Don't use the stick but try to talk it out with the skeleton