Frisk: Yeah, Rocky! We're fine!

Adrian: Yeah, even the demi-dogs didn't do too much damage!

Rocky: I-I even sent out m-my demi-dogs?? 

Pastel: Uh, T-That's not the part of that s-sentence you want to focus on!

Frisk: L-Look, I think we should go home...  *Eliver picks up Flowey, and Adrian picks up Sans, everyone walks home in silence, Flowey is set on the living room table, Sans is set on the living room chair and Rocky sits on the living room couch*

Flowey: Rocky, I know we don't get along the best but... When I say this, it's true... It's not your fault... It may seem like it... It may still seem like it in 20 years... But, it's not your fault... Me and Sans have both done things like this too... and i'm sorry, okay... If... If you need someone to talk to... you can talk to me... Just don't end up like me and Sans, we keep everything in our minds, and feel horrible about it everyday... end up like Frisk and Eliver... They told everyone everything that they did... And I know that it's kinda big to tell everyone... so just tell one person, and it doesn't have to be me... Just... someone that you trust... Alright? *Flowey looks at Rocky but then looks at the front door as it's slammed open... by Chara, Chara is crying, her head hung downwards, she's covered in bruises and cuts, there's a briefcase in her hand, she tightens her fists and runs upstairs, she doesn't even say a word*