Connected to my story 'History'.
Aliza was afraid, no doubt about it.
She had fallen down a hole that supposedly led to her mother's true home, was fed some drugs that made her hallucinate through a pie that was possibly human, and was killed by Toriel. (Grandmother, why?)
But she really didn't need Flower to tell her in a hysterically cheerfully say that she would come back to life at her moments of greatest fear.
She yanked herself forward, a small smirk appearing at his yelp. "Not just fear." She said, features settling in determination. (Were her mother's features like this?)
Flowey regained his composure. "You really are determined." He commented.
Aliza smiled as she felt time rewind.
For her mother, she would be.
