He wasn't entirely sure how long it'd been since everybody left. It's not like he really had a way of telling time, stuck in the patch of golden flowers as he was. Sometimes the light from the hole to the surface just above him went away for a few hours. He assumed that was night time. If it was, it had to have been… what, 12 days? It could've been more.

With nothing else to look at, he spent most of his time staring at the flowers among him. It was funny, really. They almost looked just like him, with the exception that he was the only one with a face.

Flowey- that being his name- drooped slightly to the side. God, he was thirsty. It never rained in the underground, except for in Waterfall. And even then, it's not like he could go there like he used to. He'd tried that already. He used to be able to traverse the underground by tunneling through the dirt and springing up wherever he wanted. But now, for some reason, he couldn't.

Why was that? Maybe he was keeping an eye out for Chara? Waiting for them to make Frisk reset?

No… well, not really. Flowey knew Chara was the one behind a lot of what Frisk did, at least when the kid first fell into the underground. The SOULless flower watched them the entire time. And while he didn't notice it at the time, the longer Frisk had spent in the underground, the more it seemed like Chara just let them do whatever they felt like doing.

It was weird. Chara's usually not so quick to let others deviate from whatever plan they had. But if they let Frisk get their happy ending, he doubted they would reset just to do it again.

God, he could just kill someone for some water. That wasn't even an exaggeration. It's not like he hasn't done it before. He didn't even need a reason, honestly.

"Such an idiot." The flower said suddenly, looking down at the bed of flowers, looking past them. He knew what was just below. Talking to them was the only thing he could do to pass the time, other than staring at flowers some more. "I'm beginning to wish they killed me. You know? Anything would be better than this." He waited for a response of some kind. It didn't even need to be words, just a sound to remind him that he existed. That other people might possibly hear him.

But nobody came.

Flowey drooped, lower this time. "I can't… I can't understand." He whispered wistfully. "Why didn't they…?" He choked on the words that wanted to come out from his non-existent throat. Even without a SOUL, he was afraid of dying. A SOUL gave people compassion, and any of the emotions that are tied to that. You didn't need compassion to feel fear.

"I-I mean, it's gotta be better than just w-wilting out here by myself." He sputtered out quickly, as if the person he was talking to could've actually noticed. "They think this is some type of mercy? Leaving me here all by myself? What a joke." He growled a bit.

"Selfish little brat. Stops caring about little ol' Flowey as soon as they get their 'happy ending'." His face contorted unnaturally, rage boiling just under the surface. "What gives them the right to just leave me here?! That hypocritical little punk..! All that talk of making friends and caring about people." His face morphed like clay into an almost perfect replica of Frisk's. "'Oh, look at me! I'm gonna solve ALL my problems by hugging people and being nice!' Sick." He spat the last word out.

"…If they ever come back, I'll kIlL tHeM. I don't care if they can load, I'll just kill them again. Over, and over." The flower grinned sadistically at the thought.

"That's what you would do, right?" Flowey chirped, his smile a bit more genuine as he looked down at the flower bed, waiting for a response from his friend. "…Chara…?" His smile became more strained. He waited seconds. Then minutes. It might've been hours, but he wasn't sure. All that mattered was that nobody ever responded. There was nobody in the entire underground that could give him the response he was craving.

Because everyone was gone.

And he was truly, painfully alone.

"Haha… Giving me the s-silent treatment, huh? You always liked messing with me like that." He replied, refusing to let the crushing silence get to him. "But seriously, just- say something. Please? I'll look for some chocolate for you if you do! I mean, I can't move anymore, but I should be able to uproot myself and hop around or something, right?" He offered, not even realizing how that could potentially be dangerous for him. He didn't even care. "Just… say something? Please…? It doesn't even need to be words. Just a noise, that's all. You can do that for little ol' me, can't you…?" Flowey pleaded quietly. He couldn't take it. He needed some sort of noise, any noise at all. Something to prove that he wasn't all by himself, talking to a grave of someone that got him killed. That he wasn't slowly wilting away in the dark, waiting for something to happen.

"P-please… don't leave me again… I don't think I could-"

"Flowey?"

Flowey froze. He looked down at the bed of flowers.

"…Chara?" He replied experimentally.

"Flowey, over here."

The flower swung his head around so quick he almost broke his stem, looking in the direction of the voice. He scowled a bit when he saw who it was.

"What do you want?" He snapped at the small human child. Frisk seemed unfazed, as usual. They stepped a bit closer, their hands behind their back.

"Are you okay?"

"Oh, of course! Just peachy." He replied sarcastically. "I'm just wilting away in the dark. Alone. You should try it sometime, I'd love to watch." He hissed the words like acid. Once again, Frisk seemed unfazed, though they did look sad about something.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd want to come up with the rest of us."

"I-I don't!" He said too quickly, his face flushing for reasons he wasn't sure of. "I'm just thirsty! Why would I want to go anywhere with you?!" The flower snapped harshly, getting annoyed. This little punk was teasing him, weren't they?

"Oh. So… you don't want to? Because, I was just…" The child removed their hands from behind their back, revealing a flower pot. The sight caused his eyes to widen to the size of saucers. Frisk either didn't notice or just ignored the reaction, as they kept talking. "I mean, I thought you might like to come live with us. It doesn't seem right, leaving you down here."

Flowey was still staring wide-eyed at the flower pot in the child's hands. It took several moments for everything Frisk had said to click together coherently in his mind, and when they did, he felt… nothing. He was expecting that, of course. He wasn't expecting the crashing wave of despair that came with it, though.

It was absolutely suffocating. He wanted to feel something. Anger, frustration, happiness, gratitude, he didn't care. Just an emotion, a reaction of some kind, but… there was nothing. Just a hollow nothingness, choking him as he tried desperately to force himself to act. He had to swallow the lump in his non-existent throat before finally shoving words through his mouth in the correct order.

"W…why..?!" He whispered, trying to contain what emotions he could still feel to a degree. None of them were good. "Why are you being so NICE to me? Don't you have anything better to do? I tried to kill you! Twice! Don't you realize how stupid it is to trust me?" He practically shouted. There was a long, awkward pause before the flower chuckled quietly. It wasn't a happy or an amused sound. It sounded broken. "No. No, you don't, do you? You always try to see the best in people, even when there's nothing in them at all." He gave them a pained smile. "You really are an idiot. I'd feel bad for you, if I could even feel that."

Frisk took it all in stride, it seemed, kneeling down next to him. Flowey did his best to ignore them, but it was hard when he finally saw the streams of tears running down their face, revealed in the small bout of light from the hole above. "Wha…?!" He didn't get it. Why were they crying? Sure, he said some nasty things, but Frisk had never been brought to tears by it before. "What heck are you crying abou—ach!"

He was cut off harshly when he was suddenly pulled into a hug. It was uncomfortable, being tugged forward the way he was, but he refrained from saying anything. He wasn't sure he could say something even if he wanted to, this was just so bizarre. He just let the other hug him, feeling the tremors that shook Frisk's tiny frame.

"I'm s-sorry… I'm so so so-orry…!" They managed to say between tiny, quiet sobs. They were always so quiet about everything. "I-I want to help you so much… just please… please let me try. I don't care if… if takes me the rest of my life. I'll help you f-feel again. And you'll never have to be alone again… I promise." Frisk finally uttered, their words constantly cut off or garbled by their hiccups and quiet cries of regret, and… guilt?

Flowey was… he wasn't sure what he was. Dumbstruck? That seemed right, he thought. It was just incredulous to him, that this child could value someone like him this much. He couldn't understand. Flowey wanted nothing more than to comprehend why anyone could place any amount of value in him. He also noted that the tears that managed to hit the ground next to him were enough to make his thirst less mind-numbingly awful, but other than that, he wasn't sure what to do. He wasn't sure what to even think, or feel, or anything. He just… sat there, numbly letting Frisk begin to contain themself.

Said child sniffled quietly, pulling away reluctantly from the flower as they wiped the wetness off of their face. "S-sorry. I just couldn't stop thinking about how I just… left you here. I know you didn't want to come, but I just felt awful about it…"

"Just stick me in the stupid pot already."

Frisk blinked dumbly and looked up at the flustered flower, who looked annoyed about all the fuss. "What? If it means you're going to turn off the water works, I don't care what you do." He growled in frustration, but the bite from his words was noticeably gone. Or at least reduced.

Slowly, a smile crept up on the kid's face before giving Flowey a sweet little kiss on one of his petals. The small gesture made him growl again, though it lacked any real anger in it. Almost immediately after that, Frisk pulled out a small, worn dagger, and began to very carefully use it to dig up the little flower.

Flowey felt just a teensy tiny bit scared during the whole thing. The sight of Frisk holding a knife was oddly… creepy. The kid was a little ball of Determination. He knew that, if Frisk wanted to, they could easily slaughter him then and there.

Frisk had so much wasted potential.

Still, the kid was almost incredibly gentle and careful, having avoided cutting any of his larger roots, which definitely would've hurt. He watched with a strange sort of amazement before gasping as he was gently lifted up out of the ground and placed into the pot, then again watched as Frisk filled up the pot with soil and patted it down softly, making the flower feel particularly snug in the new space. It would've been flattering, if Flowey could feel flattered. Frisk handled his little plant body with a care Flowey hadn't seen out of anyone but his mo- Toriel. He completely expected to child to mess up somehow, maybe cut a bigger root, or pull him out of the ground just a bit too hard, but they didn't. He barely felt a thing. Toriel must've been teaching them to care for plants.

Flowey remembered how careful she had been with him in one of the first timelines during his resets. Her hands were soft and gentle… like she was handling a child.

In a way, she had been.

He paused and shook his head abruptly, trying to ignore those memories as best he could, choosing instead to just wriggle a bit in the pot and get more comfortable. He wasn't… that person, anymore. Toriel hated Flowey, he was sure.

It took him a few more seconds to realize that Frisk had been watching him making weird faces for the past minute or so.

"What?!" Flowey snapped, glaring defensively. God, he had to have looked like a moron just now.

"Thank you." …It took a moment for Flowey to put that together. Frisk just… thanked them? He hadn't heard those two words in a long time. It was… comforting, in a way. It seemed to wash away a tension in his stem that he didn't know was there.

"Whatever." He huffed. "Let's just get out of here."

Edited to fix some grammar mistakes and add more to it. It honestly felt too rushed for me, so I'm surprised that a couple actually liked it. :D

With that said, if you DO like it, please, leave a review! It really helps me when I hear your thoughts!