"Vivaldi, we need to do something nice for mom!" Looming over his twin's bed, Verdana frowned. The clock read 6:09 AM, and given that today was a Sunday, their mother wouldn't be up for quite a while. She often slept in while she could, being an ambassador was quite exhausting. She slept like a fugitive, lightly, as if the second too late she takes to react may lead to her untimely demise.
"Five more minutes?" His twin inquired in a sleepy tone, one eye halfway open, but threatening to shut for more than five minutes. "It's the weekend."
"It's also mother's day!" He hissed, trying his hardest not to raise his voice above a whisper. His twin shot up, audible pops heard as she completed the action.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
"Crap, we need to get mom something nice!" Their mother wasn't a materialistic woman, who needed heaps of fabrics, piles of jewels, and a nice pair of shoes in order for her to even be considered satisfied. This would have to come from their hearts, not their wallets (or, technically, their father's). The thought of mom being happy... filled Vivaldi with the DETERMINATION necessary to get out of bed.
"Let's just make her something. Dad changed the alarm passcode again." Vivaldi groaned in response, her eyes fluttering open for a brief moment. She was still struggling to wake up her mind, even if her eyes were as open as a flower blossom. "And you're really good at arts and crafts." This much was true, she remembered praises from an art teacher, proclaiming the colors contrasted one another nicely, or the blend of colors was nice and smooth, an unexpected quality in such a young artist.
"Ah, shucks. Do we have any paper?" She rubbed tiredly at her eyes, still unused to the fact the sun wasn't directing its rays into her eyes at this moment. Usually, she slept in. "Mom really likes those flowers. Y'know, the yellow ones? Buttercups, I think?" Verdanla nodded, going to their shared nightstand and quietly opening drawers, searching for paper. All he found was a pollen yellow sheet of paper, a newsletter from school used to update the parents about what their child's grade level was doing.
"Only this." He held up the yellow sheet, surprisingly straight and not crumpled up in a ball that he would use to play trashball. Vivaldi joined her sibling on the floor, legs swinging over the bed, out from under a blanket embroidered with yellow flower petals surrounding a white circle. She contemplated this dilemma with a thoughtful look, before coming to a conclusion.
"This'll do. Hand it to me, we can make mom little clips. She hates her hair in her face." Smiling at the solution they had stumbled upon, she looked about for a pair of scissors, even crawling from the nightstand to anywhere she may have left a pair of scissors. "We need scissors." The onslaught of problems was troublesome and relentless, but the thought of their mother's face lighting up at a gift made out of love filled the twins with DETERMINATION.
"Found a pair!" Although Verdana used his normal volume when exclaiming the fruits of his labors, Vivaldi made a shushing noise, throwing a cautious glance at their door. "Sorry." He whispered once more,chastened by the possibilities of a surprise ruined. That would truly, and utterly, suck. Handing a pair of green scissors designed for safety and little kids to Vivaldi, he grinned, imagining how his mother would feel when she saw the cooperation in their gift. They fought sometimes, but they were best friends, always there for one another since they could remember one another.
Vivaldi immediately set to work, cutting a section in the shape of a square as best she could, with her tired body refusing to work at one hundred percent. Once she had accomplished this small feat, she began folding it, so many times that Verdana knew he wouldn't be able to replicate the exact motion just by watching her deft hands at work. Finally, the piece of paper was in the shape of a buttercup, petals pointed outward, as if trying to embrace the world. Luckily, she made it so on the inside, there was blankness, on the face of the flower and on the front of the petals. On the back, there was information about an upcoming winter festival, inviting all parents to attend with their beloved child.
Now, came the hardest obstacle in their way, a matter not to be trifled with. Getting the small clips from their mother's bedroom and not having her wake up during this particular endeavor. Vivaldi was the quieter of the two, swift on her feet as well, and so Verdana sent her down for that reason, claiming mom would wake up if he ventured into her room. He had given her the small paper buttercup she made and a bottle of Elmer's glue. Vivaldi, unwilling to risk a creaky door, spat on her hand and rubbed the hinges, hoping that the doors wouldn't creak so much. Her desire was gratified.
Dropping down to her knees, she crawled like a newborn towards the bathroom, where her mother kept the clips. Her hand found cool tile, and her right hand opened a drawer, making a sliding noise as she did so. She found a small, silver clip, about the size of a child's index finger in length, but thinner in width, like a pinky bone. Sparing a glance at the bed where her parents slept, she squeezed a dollop of glue onto the back of the buttercup, carefully applying the glued side to the end of the clip. The result was a homemade buttercup clip, so her mother could be a classy, elegant lady without killing any flowers.
Unwilling to risk a few pops waking her mother up, she crawled back out and to her mother's bedside, clip in her hand. Gently tapping on her mother's shoulder, she grinned, as Verdana arrived to see if she was finished yet, and a swift glance between the two of them was enough to communicate the necessary words needed to explain their gift.
Her mother opened her warm, brown eyes slowly, smiling at her children. Shifting to face her children, she opened her mouth but before she could speak, she was interrupted by their voices simultaneously greeting her.
"Happy mother's day, mom!" And with that collective declaration, one made of love for their mother, Vivaldi pressed the present into her mother's hand. Never had she seen such a happy expression on anyone's face.
Author's Note
I don't own Vivaldi, Verdana, or the flowerfell AU. If we're being totally honest, my Underfell (and by extension, Flowerfell) Frisk is a guy, so if we stay true to human biology, the twins wouldn't exist in my version of Flowerfell. But they're so cute, I just had to make an exception. Anyways, Kazefiend on Ao3 made some pretty cool fics centered around the twins, so if you want more works pertaining to them, definitely read their works.
I'll write more oneshots, and try not to give them such dopey placeholder names in my document list (this one was titled onion rings). But happy mother's day, whether or not it's already passed for you. It's 1:09 in the morning here, so yeah. I'll write a new oneshot tomorrow, if I have the energy.