Flowey and Toriel

(!!! BASED ON THE COMIC "YOU CAN'T SEE ME"!!!)
The monsters have been living on the surface for half a week.

Toriel returned to her new home. She now lives in a new apartment with her own room and Frisk and Flowey's room (the two share a room). It was evening. She left her groceries in the kitchen and went into Flowey and Frisk's room. Frisk was currently out for a walk. And Flowey was sitting and drawing something.
T: Are you happy here alone?
F: Yes, I feel good when I'm alone.
T: Oh, are you drawing something? Can I see it?
F: Y-yes, I draw... I crumpled the drawing and threw it in the trash can.
F: What do you want?
T: I'm worried about you. You're always alone...
F: Don't play the saint. What do you really want?
T sigh I would like to ask you... did you know my son Azriel?
F: ..no, I didn't know him.
T: I know it's a lie, young man. Tell me, what's the connection between you?
F: What do you want to hear from me, old woman?! THAT WE WERE CLOSE?! THAT HE SHARED EVERYTHING WITH ME?! THAT'S STUPID!
F: ...You know that you were never born at all.
F: I'm not a person, I'm a thing! Anxious smile. I was created some time after your son died! I couldn't have known him!
T: What is the connection between you now?
F: I-I'm yours... strong trembling n-no..
T: Are you okay?
F: There are no vines . Crazy smile. I'm not okay...
T: !
F: The vines are gone. S-sorry.
F: the face returned to normal . I didn’t want to.
T: I understand.
F: You don't understand! EVEN FRISK, EVEN THOUGH SHE'S CLOSE TO IT, DOESN'T UNDERSTAND IT!
T: Explain it to me! It will get better!
F: It will get worse.
F: Wouldn't you be happy if you forgot about your son?
T: I NEVER FORGOT HIM. AND I WOULD NOT EVEN IF I COULD.
F: Why? It hurts to remember... I would forget if I could.
T: You just have to accept both the good and the bad.
T: STOP. SO YOU KNOW ABOUT MY SON?
F: N-NO!
T: Don't lie! Tell me!
F: Shut up... Shut up, SHUT UP! IT HURTS ME TO SEE YOU!
T: W-what?
F: You're just looking right through me... And it's NOT FAIR! Tears
T: I'm sorry...
F: Go away.
T: took that same piece of paper and left the room
On that piece of paper there's a picture of Asriel, her, Frisk, and Asgore.
T: N-no.