Frisk immediately shook the thought of doing a RESET away and focused at the moment. Sans slid the pot Flowey was held captive in down the counter, a shadow covering his face. A slight moment of silence filtered the room as everyone quieted down very rapidly.

               And with ironic timing, Napstablook floated into the room gloomily. He didn't seem to take notice of the pot Flowey was in; could've very well assumed it was dead. He only looked at Frisk before floating outside and towards the little white dog bouncing around in the yard. Everyone was awkwardly staring at each other, looking slightly confused.  Forgetting about the current dilemma, Frisk followed Napstablook outside, as the white, small dog yapped continuously and ran towards them. It attempted to jump on its hind legs to greet Napstablook, however to its surprise, it fell directly through him and fell to the ground with a thump. Still, it continued to try and try again, until it gave up with a sigh and leaped up on Frisk as she tried to sit on her knees in the moderately short grass.

        They didn't have any toys for the dog yet, but that didn't matter. There was an old rose tree towards the center of the yard. A shriveled up remain of a rose was on the floor. It was floppy and could very well possibly break. However, Frisk picked it up and waved it in front of the dog anyways.

As the dog jumped up onto her knees, she chucked the stick across the yard, and the top of it whizzed through Napstablook. The dog excitedly chased the stick across  yard, racing straight through Napstablook.

Was that a smile on his face?

Frisk approached Napstablook as the dog decided to not turn around and return the stick, but rather play around with it. Even though he was a ghost and she couldn't feel him, and he couldn't feel her, they watched the dog play in the yard. Frisk held her arm around him and Napstablook leaned on her shoulder. Well, as if they could, anyway.

As for Flowey, they decided to keep him in a pot in the kitchen, where everyone could see him, and hope one day he would stop being such an asshole. Sans and Papyrus opened up a really, really bad joke shop, and nobody knows what the hell happened to Metatton.

((AAAAAAAAAAim sorry for the long wait shit is insane. Im sorry for the shitty ending but I can't do this book anymore. I know i gave it a rushed end, but think of it this way, leave it up to your imagination! ^o^ I know this is a dick move of mine but I really don't have time to keep updating this, judging by the several month wait.

TL;DR: Shitty book, shitty ending!