literally an ooc fic with frisk and flowey bein cute bc fml
also asl is written in bold, just so u know
(personally i do not know sign language, but i would like to someday)
They had fallen, and the bed of golden flowers had broken their fall.
Frisk blinked in confusion, climbing to their feet and wobbling a bit. They could feel pain in their back, and once they rubbed the sore area, they knew there was going to be a bruise there.
They frowned a bit, and looked around. It was rather dark, and Frisk had no idea where they were. Noticing a door up ahead, they deciding to trek further into the mysterious place hidden in Mt. Ebott.
"Howdy!" a voice suddenly chirped, causing Frisk to flinch in surprise. They looked down at the ground, where a golden flower sprouted up from the ground. And it was smiling at them. "I'm Flowey! Flowey the Flower!"
Frisk tilted their head to the side, staring at the talking flower oddly.
"...You're a quiet one, aren't you?" the flower said, almost to itself, and Frisk mentally slapped themselves when they realized they hadn't introduced themselves back.
I'm F-R-I-S-K, they signed with a slight smile. They expected the flower to say something back, but it was just staring at them with a confused expression. Frisk frowned a bit, realizing that the flower most likely didn't understand him. They tried signing again, but to no avail.
"You must be so confused," the flower said uncertainly. "I guess someone should tell you how things work around here!"
Where am I? Frisk tried, but the flower definitely did not understand. They huffed, sat down in front of the flower, and wrote their name down in the dirt. Flowey stared at them, and then looked down at the writing.
"...Frisk. Your name is Frisk," the flower repeated, looking slightly annoyed at being interrupted.
Frisk nodded excitedly.
"...Why are you doing that with your hands?"
They wrote it down in the dirt. I can't speak.
Flowey read the slightly garbled words, and leaned back a bit. He looked up at Frisk with a strange expression. There was something in his eyes Frisk couldn't decipher. It was almost threatening, but mixed with something else...they couldn't figure out. Almost as if he were reminiscing something—reliving a happy memory through his eyes, or maybe something sad.
Frisk hadn't realized that they had spaced out until Flowey poked them with one of his vines.
"Do another one of those hand things," he demanded, his mouth set into an annoyed pout (if flowers could pout). When Frisk only stared at him, he poked them again, only a bit rougher. "I wanna see!"
He was acting like a child. Frisk smiled to themselves a little and moved their hands to form the phrase, I like your petals.
"What did you say?"
Frisk wrote down their phrase in the dirt, and was proud to note the slight blush on Flowey's cheeks...? Could flowers even blush? What a strange creature this was.
"Oh, uh," Flowey said, unsure. "Thanks, I suppose?"
It was quiet for a while, and Frisk took the time to massage their lower back, immediately regretting it when pain shot through their back. They groaned, shifting in their seat a little and pouting. Falling down the hole had hurt surprisingly less than they first thought, but the pain was still there.
"I suppose I don't have to kill you this time around," Frisk thought they heard Flowey mumble, but then the flower quickly said, "How did you get down here? Did you fall?"
Frisk felt their throat tighten. Should they tell the truth, or lie? They weren't too keen on lying, but telling the truth would be a whole lot harder... Frisk hesitantly lifted their hands.
I fell.
Flowey stared at them suspiciously, and then narrowed his eyes. "You're lying. Even if I don't know what you said, I can tell you're lying."
The child bit their lip. Why would they tell the truth to a talking flower they had just met not even five minutes ago? Man, they were really too trusting...
Frisk wrote it in the dirt, their arms shaking and stinging with the pain of fresh bruises. Dropped.
Flowey stared at the single word for a long, hard minute. It seemed like forever, and then Flowey finally lifted his head to stare at Frisk in the eyes. He could see the fear in them, though from what they were afraid of, he wasn't sure. Was it himself? Was it whoever dropped them down here?
Flowey knew one thing, however. This child reminded him of Chara. They had the same looks, same clothing style...same color soul...
He was reminded of the time he and Chara messed around with the dirt, writing their names down and giggling while writing inappropriate words, until they were caught by their mother and grounded for the rest of the day. He was reminded of the time he and Chara played charades, each trying to guess what or who the other was (although it ended mostly in himself behaving rather erratically and Chara laughing at him).
But he wasn't Asriel anymore. He was Flowey. He had no soul. He shouldn't be talking with this child like they were friends. They should be dead by now. And yet, Flowey found himself asking more questions.
"Who dropped you down here?"
Their answer was hesitant and written with trembling fingers.
Parents.
"Why?"
Frisk didn't respond. They kept their hands clenched into tightly-balled fists at their sides, staring down at the word "Parents" written into the dirt.
Flowey tried again. "Why did they drop you down here?"
They didn't answer.
It was silent. Flowey frowned, finding himself growing more and more curious. He had never heard of parents dropping their children down into the pit in Mt. Ebott. Legends said that those who went up there never returned. He supposed that was the point—to get rid of the child.
"...Frisk. Why did your parents drop you down here?" The child's name settled oddly on his tongue. He had almost called them Chara.
They finally answered.
But Flowey hadn't been able to read their response, for a sudden ball of fire knocked him over and sent him flying. He growled as he watched Toriel speak softly to the child, observing them and asking if they were okay. She called him a horrible creature. A horrible creature for "torturing a poor, innocent soul". Was the woman blind!? He hadn't been hurting them in any way...
...yet.
The child looked back, seemingly trying to find Flowey, but he had gone underground, hidden away from the world as he tried to reset.
But he couldn't.
"My child, what is that writing in the dirt?"
Frisk looked down at the last answer they gave Flowey.
Because I was born.
They bit their lip, and shook their head at Toriel, dismissing it as nothing.
this is so b ad im sorry-
this is supposed to be a oneshot but i could add more maybe probably idk
review please!