Flowey:

*Oh! You... Spared me...

*Ok, we need to get to the bottom of this "skeleton genocide" mess...

*There's a slight problem though...

*I travel through the ground, so if he comes by and tries to take your soul...

*Well, it won't be as easy for me to help you since I won't know what's going on

*And then that LUNATIC trashbag will have all of your power...

[An exclamation mark appears above Flowey]

*Hang on... I have an idea!

[Flowey leaps towards Frisk, leaving the ground. Everything goes black for a second until... Flowey is now wrapped onto Frisk's hair!]

Flowey:

*There! This should be good enough.

Frisk:

*(You inform Flowey that you're uncomfortable carrying all his weight)

Flowey:

*HEY! You calling me FAT?

*Okay, well honestly I AM kinda uncomfortable here as well...

*I don't know what I was thinking, to be honest.

*Hang on...

[Flowey attempts to remove himself from Frisk, however finds he can barely move as he is now tangled in the knots of their hair]

*...

*GOD DAMMIT IT FRISK, WOULD IT KILL YOU TO BRUSH YOUR HAIR EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE!?

*Whatever... Guess we'll just have to continue on like this until we find some scissors or something...