Frisk and Flowey Smoke Weed

*Author's Note: I've never smoked weed, so apologies if its effects on Flowey are inaccurate to what would happen to a magic flower smoking another magic flower in real life.

The car's tired came to halt as Frisk parked their car at an otherwise empty parking lot at the base of the mountain. It had been years since that fateful day when all of Monsterkind was freed from their centuries of captivity, and since then the mountain was granted to Asgore and Monsterkind to do what they wished with it. Unsurprisingly, most monsters viewed their old home as merely a prison, and as such it was decided that Mt. Ebott would be best left abandoned, to serve as an example of how even the bleakest of situations may change.

Well, that and everyone was having the time of their lives reintegrating into Human society.

Being the ambassador of Monsterkind gave Frisk several privileges, one of which being unrestricted access to the mountain, and another being the ability to do whatever they wished, without observation, so long as Asgore deemed it acceptable. Frisk didn't have to say much to get Asgore to agree to the idea. Good 'ol King Fluffybuns.

It was high noon, and Frisk's journey had just begun. They figured they still had half an hour of hiking to do, and the rope that they had slung over their shoulder would shorten the journey considerably. They planned on taking the old route down, but it wasn't going to be a one-way journey this time, assuming they could find something sturdy enough within reach to tie on to.

Frisk began their hike in earnest, trying to retrace the steps they took as a mere child, gallivanting through the woods like a fairy. The fires of youth had dimmed ever so slightly within them, but the innocence of childhood was steadily replaced with the carefree confidence of adulthood and passion to match. The hike steadily became a walk of remembrance as Frisk recounted their bizarre adventure through a hostile and foreign land - Well, it wasn't hostile. In fact it had been their job to argue the contrary ever since they first returned to the surface. The quirks of monster culture were vast, as Frisk had discovered, and it was fascinating.

Eventually Frisk began to recognize the stone of the mountainside as they journeyed deeper into the woods, and soon enough came across an unmistakable cave entrance with a foreboding lack of sunlight in its furthest reaches. Fortunately, a hardy old Cedar tree stood only a few feet away from the entrance, like a stout wooden guardian, and Frisk was more than happy to tie their rope to the trunk. Giving the rope some experimental tugs and finding themselves content with the sturdiness of both the rope and the tree trunk, Frisk ventured into the cave. Cautiously.

No falling down this time.

The sun's rays reached far enough into the cave to make the hole visible. The thick blackness below was intimidating and exciting. In retrospect, Frisk couldn't believe they had ventured so deep into this cave as a child, and that they had survived the fall.

Frisk tossed their bundle of rope into the pit, and listened closely for a response. A few seconds later they were greeted by a soft thump from the rope hitting the cave floor. Maybe the pit wasn't as deep as they remembered it.

Frisk tried to be careful as they descended the rope, moving slowly and bracing themselves with their legs against the widening cave wall to avoid a nasty fall on their back, but the deeper they got the more reckless they felt. The last several seconds of their descent was Frisk merely sliding down the rope like it was a fire pole, letting the warmth of friction build up in their hands while the air quickly changed to the damp warmth of the Ruins.

Finally landing, Frisk checked themselves and their surroundings. They were standing right next the old flower bed they had landed on. The small bundle of golden flowers hadn't expanded at all since Frisk first fell down, it seemed. The greenery of the Ruins was as restricted as ever, with only a slightly broader circle of dark, thick grass surrounding the flowers. Frisk stared closely at the familiar flowers, trying to find any differences among them.

"...Oh my GOD you're an idiot."

Frisk turned their head away from the flower patch, finding themselves staring face to face with just the person they wanted to see.

"Howdy!" Frisk greeted Flowey mockingly. "I'm Frisk, Frisk the ambassador!"

"Ambassador for the mentally disabled?" Flowey retorted, their face betraying their thorough annoyance with the unexpected visit.

"You know I was just thinking you had finally managed to move on, to forget about me and this place. Not a day later, who else would stumble their way into my home than you?" Frisk heard the sound of earth churning at their side, and watched as small vines plotted away at the ground that Frisk had disturbed with their landing.

"That's not a very good way to treat an old friend, y'know." Frisk winked at Flowey, who rolled his eyes in response.

"We're not friends. I thought I had forced that idea through your thick skull before you left."

"I missed you, too." Frisk started to walk towards Flowey, and was greeted with an unfriendly row of vines that rose up to their chest.

"The feeling isn't mutual." Flowey growled. "Now why don't you go back the way you came before I throw you out."


"God damn, I didn't think even you could be so cold." Frisk muttered. They were expecting a cold reception, but not obstinate rejection of this caliber. They were already starting to regret coming down here. It was apparent that Flowey had no intention of catching up with them, and he apparently wasn't keen on letting them stick around, either. They were already considering climbing back up and doing something better with their free time, when Frisk suddenly remembered their ace in the hole.

"Jesus, Flowey, fine. I'll go. Just let me have a smoke first." Frisk reached into their coat pocket and pulled out a small plastic bag crammed with some unusual-looking leaves and buds.

"Smoke? What, like cooking?" Flowey asked, his vines retreating to reveal his thoroughly confused and inquisitive face.

Frisk chuckled, almost dropping the paper they were dabbing their weed onto.

"What, did a pack of cigarettes never fall down here?" Frisk had never considered the possibility that drugs had never been used by anyone in the underground.

"Ciga-whats?" Flowey inched closer, the soft rumbling of earth signaling his movement. Frisk finished rolling the joint and put the rest of their weed back in their pocket, pulling out a lighter.

"Hold on and I'll show you." Frisk lit the tip of the joint and inhaled deeply. A small wave of euphoria washed over them as they felt their lungs fill with the calming bud, and in their new rush of calmness, softly blew the smoke out of their mouth and into Flowey's face.

Flowey hacked and coughed in the unfamiliar smoke. "W-what the hell was THAT about?" Flowey asked, indignation rising in his voice. Frisk shut him up by flipping the joint around and holding it inches from his face.

"Breathe." Frisk instructed. Slowly, Flowey leaned in and took the joint in his mouth. He stared at Frisk incredulously before slowly inhaling, and promptly erupting in a coughing fit as puffs of smoke erupted out of his diminutive frame with each wheeze. Frisk doubled over laughing.

"Oh my god, you take it like a bitch!" Frisk wiped the tears away from their eyes and took the joint off the ground. Flowey growled in response between coughs.

"Is this what humans do for fun?" Flowey asked between coughs. "Try to suffocate yourselves? You're obviously terrible at it." Frisk returned the joint to Flowey's mouth, which he took despite his better judgement.

"Just take it slow, man." Frisk tried to instruct. Flowey inhaled once more, having a much more successful toke on the second attempt. His eyes lit up as the drug kicked in and his pride at succeeding swelled to match. The lights of his eyes were quickly replaced with panic as he realized he was unsure of what to do next. Flowey promptly gagged and released another series of hacking deep coughs as smoke billowed out of his body. Frisk was more impressed that there was enough room for all that smoke to be stored in than anything else. Flowey kept trying to talk, but his voice had almost completely left him. It took the better part of a minute before he could manage a rough, faint shadow of his former voice.

"What even is this stuff? I feel... Funny."

"It's weed, bro." Frisk smiled at Flowey, taking a hit and blowing smoke up into te air. "It's something we use to take the edge off after a long day. Figured you needed some help lightening up."

By all means, Flowey should've felt offended and abused. He had allowed Frisk to trick him into drugging himself, making him vulnerable so he would lower his defenses. At the moment, however, Flowey wasn't feeling much of anything. His momentary rage at the unexpected visit was being replaced by the same feeling of happiness that was radiating out Frisk. Even if Flowey couldn't feel emotions on his own, the pot was a close enough facsimile for him to grasp onto with unashamed eagerness.

'Golly... That's, uh. Nice." Flowey said, unsure of how to proceed with this change of events.

"Yeah. So, how've you been?" Frisk didn't want to waste any time now that the drugs had done their job. They had a few precious hours of high Flowey to have fun with before he sobered up, probably ten times angrier than he was before.

"Oh, same as always, I guess..." Flowey started, bending back on his stem a little. "Just keeping the place together, for the most part. Y'know, since it's just little old me here anymore."

"I thought some of the monsters had stayed behind?" Frisk asked, cautiously advancing towards flowey and taking a seat beside him when he showed no resistance.

"Oh yeah, Gyftrot was just being a hard-ass. He didn't stick around for more than a week. Everyone else that stuck around had left before him, too. Everyone was so excited about the surface, like it's supposed to be heaven on earth or something." Flowey rolled his eyes at the thought.

Frisk looked at Flowey, and noticed a marked change in his expression. It looked like he was trying to form a question that he couldn't quite figure out how to word. Finally, Flowey blurted it out.

"Frisk... Why are you here?" Flowey stared blankly at Frisk. Frisk returned his gaze with a raised eyebrow.

"Like, it's been years, right? Like, you've been gone with everyone so long." Flowey was starting to understand what he wanted to ask the more he talked. Frisk wasn't sure where this was going, and maintained their silence.

"You've probably gotten to know everyone so well since then, like they're family now. Why are you coming back to visit me? We barely even learned eachother's names, and for like 99% of the time we were enemies." Frisk moved a finger to their bottom lip. They'd never actually questioned their motives before. It just seemed like the right thing to do, for some reason. They hated to admit it, but Flowey had a point.

"Like, I've been nothing but mean to you and everyone you love, and you act like we're best friends, like better than all the other friends you made down here. You're acting like, like..." Flowey chose his next words carefully. "Like we grew up together or something."

Flowey cocked his head slightly, maintaining his gaze at Frisk. All traces of malice in his voice were gone. He was genuinely curious. Frisk figured this must've been a thought that was stirring in the back of his mind for a long time. They hoped they could come up with an answer that would suffice.

"Well, we kinda bonded over the whole... Reset thing, right?" Frisk waved their hand in a circle, hoping to make that topic brief. The more they looked back on them, the more and more ashamed they were about abusing their power, even if it was in ultimately innocent ways. "Like, we're the only two who have ever been able to do stuff like that, and we're the only two who know what that's... Like, you know?" Frisk looked into Flowey's eyes, hoping for understanding. Flowey's gaze had calmed, either from the drug or the conversation, and Frisk's half-response seemed to be sufficient to him.

"Yeah..." Flowey began, before smacking his lips a few times, inquisitively at first, then becoming louder and more frantic. "Oh my god..."

"What's the matter, Flowey?" Frisk watched the flower start to spasm in panic.

"Oh my GOD!" Flowey searched around frantically before promptly darting off towards the Ruins proper, leaving a trail of dirt behind in his wake.

"Flowey, wait!" Frisk followed after him, standing up clumsily and chasing after their pal.

"You poisoned me, Frisk! I should've known you were trying to kill me! It's the only reason you'd bother to show up after all this time!" Flowey spoke as he darted into the ruins, worming his way up dirt paths on the old steps and between the cracks of the floor, small flurries of vines and roots protruding briefly in his stride.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Frisk could barely keep up with the agile plant. It was impressive how fast he could move when his life apparently depended on it.

"My mouth feels like sand! That drug is some sort of plant killer, isn't it?!" Flowey screamed, making his way into the next room. Frisk didn't have the chance to respond before they heard a splash.

Frisk ran into the next room and saw Flowey, face down in a small stream of water. They stopped in their tracks and held a hand up to their mouth, suppressing a new fit of giggles. They had forgotten about the side effects of smoking.

In this case, cotton mouth.

After half a minute of drinking, Flowey emerged from the stream with a gasp, water dripping off his petals. He stared at Frisk angrily, waiting for an explanation.

"Heh, sorry, man. I forgot that shit makes your mouth dry." Frisk shrugged as flowey narrowed his eyes. "Is there anything else I should be informed about?" Flowey asked.

"Uh... munchies?" Frisk shrugged. Flowey was about to ask what they meant when suddenly he jerked his head down at his stem, feeling a pang of hunger in his stomach.

"Oh..." Flowey giggled. "That's so silly."

Frisk was amazed at how quickly the pot was affecting him. They guessed it made since, seeing as how small he was.

"Ugh, Frisk, we gotta find something to eat." Flowey tapped a lower petal with a vine, thinking. Suddenly they pointed at Frisk, an idea forming in his head.

"Alright, you pick me up. We'll go to Snowdin and get some bicycles." Frisk walked forward, about to pick up their friend when they suddenly realized what they were doing.

"Wait, wait, wait... Pick you up? Why can't you move yourself?" Frisk asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I tired myself out sprinting here. C'mon, just this once? Please?" Flowey begged, looking up at Frisk with a smile. Frisk couldn't help but notice how absolutely silly he was being. This was definitely a good idea.

Frisk bent down and gently plucked the flower from the ground. Flowey wrapped his vines around their arm, forming a half-sleeve with his head hovering slightly above Frisk's hand. "Alright, let's get a move on! I'm starving!"

Frisk made their way through the Ruins, reminiscing their first trip down and their mini-lessons with Toriel. So much had changed in the world since then, but the Ruins were still exactly the same. Flowey really had kept himself busy with maintaining the underground, probably to keep his sanity more than anything.

Navigating old traps and cautiously stepping over old spikes, Frisk made their way to their old new home.

"Wait, why don't we just get something out of the cupboard?" Frisk realized that Toriel had a nicely stocked kitchen when they were down here so many years ago.

"She took all the good stuff with her. All that's left are some canned snails." Flowey made a disgusted face, prompting Frisk to giggle. "Alright, and what makes you think the shopkeep left any of her food behind?" Frisk asked Flowey, who apparently hadn't considered that question based on the look he was giving them.

"Well... She's an idiot." Flowey started. Frisk was about to challenge him further when they were interrupted by Flowey. "WAIT! ALPHYS!"

Frisk raised their eyebrow again. "What about her?"

"She's got a vending machine in her lab! There's no way that freak took it with her!" Flowey was grinning broadly at the idea of snacking on chisps. Frisk figured he'd be the one to know since he'd been down here so long.

Off they went, first downstairs and through the familiar freezing cold of Snowdin, then the muggy depths of the Waterfall. Apparently Flowey was dumping the garbage of his maintenance at the old dump, because entire new piles of old materials were strewn about. Aside from that, nothing had changed as far as they could tell. The errie silence of the empty underground was the only change.

Finally crossing the bridge into Hotland, Frisk made their way into the Lab. Apparently the power was still on, because the sliding doors slid open on their own as if they were just visiting for the first time. Stopping at the "Bathroom", Frisk took the elevator down to the depths of the True Lab. Flowey was eagerly awaiting his snacks while Frisk grimaced slightly at the memory of what all had transpired down there. Apparently they stewed on their thoughts too long, as Flowey ended up breaking their train of thought with an impatient vine to the face.

"Hey, slowpoke, let's go! I need sustenance!" Flowey waited for Frisk to move before placing their vine back on their arm. Frisk made their way to the vending machine to find that it was still fully stocked and operational. Unfortunately they had forgotten that this machine only took Gold, and they didn't have any Monster currency on them.

"Uh, Flowey, I don't have any mo-" Frisk was interrupted by the sound of shattering glass as Flowey rammed a thick vine into the machine, breaking into it and stealing several bags of chips all wrapped around his vines.

"Oh my god you're wild." Frisk remarked.

"Don't worry, I'll clean it up later. Now let's eat!" Flowey dropped a bag onto Frisk's other hand as he popped open a bag of his own and began dumping the magic junk food into his mouth. Frisk wasn't actually feeling very hungry yet, so they opted to hold onto it until later.

"So, Flowey, there was some fucked up stuff that happened down here, yeah?" Frisk ventured to ask, waiting for Flowey to swallow his most recent mouthful.

"Yeah, that amalgamate stuff was pretty freaky. And..." Flowey trailed off, his previously chipper mood starting to die out as he was reminded of the Determination experiments.

"Uh... Frisk? I think we got what we came here for. Could we, like... Leave? Now?" Flowey wrapped himself tightly around Frisk's arm. They had no problem with that idea. Frisk promptly made their way back to the elevator, taking it back up straight to New Home.

"Hey wait, Frisk, where are we going?" Flowey asked, noticing the elevator taking an unusually long time to get back to the lab.

"Somewhere." Frisk smiled down at Flowey as he tried to make an annoyed face. He was surprisingly passive at the moment.

Frisk walked up the path to their destination, recalling the last time they'd made a journey like this. It was a fond memory, ultimately, even if the implications were rather dire on their last trip. Eventually Frisk made their way into the Home of New Home, and promptly made their way downstairs towards the throne room before Flowey could realize what was going on.

"Hey wait, this is... And we're heading..." Frisk felt Flowey suddenly trying to untangle himself. Frisk dropped their bag of chips and grabbed at Flowey's vines, wincing as some thorns grazed the palm of their hands.

"Flowey, no! C'mon man! This'll be fun!" Frisk pleaded with Flowey while trying to hold him down, keeping him from leaping out of their arm and burrowing into the ground.

"No, Frisk! When I told you I was staying down here I meant it!" Flowey gave Frisk a hard look. Even in his baked state he wasn't going to be talked out of it. After a few seconds of hard staring, Frisk looked away and Flowey's look softened.

"Just... For a minute?" Frisk asked, barely audible. Flowey normally would've rebuked them right then and there, but the drugs were still inhibiting his rational side.

"Fine." Flowey huffed.

Frisk hadn't expected a positive response. They practically yelped with joy, racing past the throne room and out the barrier, shaking Flowey all the way.

"Jeez, Frisk, what's the hurry? It's not like I'm-" Flowey was cut short by the feeling of warmth and fresh air on his face as Frisk finally made their way past where the Barrier used to be. They were standing in the same cliff that Frisk and their friends had all left the Underground from all those years ago. The sun was already setting, and the whole valley was bathed in an amber glow. Frisk looked down at Flowey, watching as he stared unblinking at the landscape before him. His attention remained undivided as Frisk took a few more steps forward, reaching the edge of the cliff and sitting, dangling their feet over the edge.

"Like the view?" Frisk asked cautiously, waiting for Flowey to come around.

"I... I forgot how pretty the sun was." Flowey said slowly, his eyes peering around at the world around him.

"Yeah, it is pretty beautiful." Frisk stared out at the landscape for a while, until they noticed Flowey's head resting against their hand, along with an unmistakable moistness building on their wrist.

"Uh, Flowey?" Frisk petitioned, raising their arm slightly. Flowey looked back up at them, small teardrops streaming form his eyes.

"Frisk," Flowey sniffled. "Y-you're so nice to me... Even after everything..." Flowey's mouth trembled, barely able to make out his final words. "W-why?"

Frisk felt their eyes get misty as soon as they saw Flowey crying. His pleading wasn't making matters much better. They weren't sure how to respond, so they let their drug-induced heart do the talking. "Because I love you."

Flowey shook, as if his body was unable to comprehend how he was acting. By all means it probably wasn't, but the pot was still having a remarkable effect on him.

"I..." Flowey started, before promptly leaping forward from Frisk's arm and burying his head in Frisk's chest.

"I love you, too."

Frisk's arms had already moved to embrace the small flower, vines and all, as he openly sobbed onto Frisk's jacket. Hard, shuddering sobs like the kind that he had been wracked with during their emotional climax with Asriel's hyperdeath form. Frisk didn't want to do anything to ruin the moment, so they merely embraced him until slowly the sobbing stopped. Frisk and Flowey sat there for several minutes until Frisk finally moved their arms, expecting Flowey to move. He stayed put.

Frisk cautiously moved Flowey softly with their hand, causing him to lean back into their palm. He was fast asleep.

The little bitch had cried himself to sleep.

Frisk smiled softly, using one hand to cup their best friend and the other to scoot themselves back so they could get up. The sun was almost entirely under the horizon now, and the wind was getting cold. Frisk cupped the sleeping Flowey in both of their hands as they made their way back inside. They were planning on taking him back to the Ruins and leaving him at the flowers before making their way back to their car, but they changed their mind as they made their way back upstairs into New Home. Looking to their left, Frisk slowly and cautiously opened the door to the first room in the hallway and peered their head inside. The room was spotless and clean, like it had been when they entered it the first time. Frisk set the sleeping Flowey down on one of the beds, letting his head rest gently on the pillow before moving the blanket back and tucking him in. Frisk knew he would be absolutely livid when his senses returned, so they decided they wouldn't stay the night. It was about half an hour from the New Home exit from Mt. Ebott to the parking lot anyway, so no time was lost. Making their way to the door frame, Frisk stopped to look back at the peacefully slumbering Flower.

"Good night, Asriel."