AUTHOR'S NOTES
This fic was a collab with flowers-without-pots on tumblr. A series of loosely connected one-offs about Flowey, from before Frisk's arrival. But told from the perspective of a post-pacifist Flowey. The idea's origins can be traced back to a discussion about Flowey-based OCs, before eventually evolving into this project.
We have a few other chapters planned. Papyrus for one, and genocide run for another. And a few others. We expect this series to become (pregame) canon for both the Flowey in my own fics and also for his Flowey-inspired OC.
These chapters might not be in chronological order, as some may be added based on providing context to either of our Floweys' actions. Or simply because we feel like doing something with a specific character, setting, or situation that wouldn't fit in our main works at that time.
This may be hard to believe. But there actually was one monster I refused to kill, even back when I used to constantly reset for fun. Maybe it is since they reminded me of myself and Chara. Or perhaps it was out of respect for introducing me to the joys of killing. I'm not entirely sure about the why anymore. It all happened such a long time ago.
No, it was not Papyrus. Papyrus was my favorite toy back then, no question about that. But I'd still "play" with him and hurt him. Sometimes even "break" him by murder if I was bored enough. No, the one monster safe from my wrath is, surprisingly, Monster Kid.
Back when I was still a young and foolish flower trying to "be good," the little scamp would follow me around everywhere. Apparently, they decided I had joined their stupid little "No Hands Club" or something. But it was fun to little old me at the time, so I didn't mind. We would play all over Snowdin and Waterfall, getting into all kinds of mischief. Nothing too serious, of course. Just some bored kids, either out exploring or pulling a few pranks. Normal kid stuff, right?
At first, we'd get caught. A lot. But on later resets I devised ways to avoid detection. Kid began to look up to and admire me. I suppose the relationship was almost like them and Undyne. Or Undyne and Gerson. Or… myself and Chara. Funny, isn't it? I was clinging so hard to staying "Asriel" back then, and yet in this tale, I had somehow become their Chara.
One time, when I was in the lead of our two creature expedition party, they accidentally tripped and bit one of my petals. Not enough to tear it off. Not even enough to deal "permanent" damage until the next reset, either. But it was still enough to sting. I felt SOMETHING come out from me. The next thing I knew, Monster Kid was trying to hold back tears.
Moments later, I saw why. Though it barely pierced their skin, the cut still drew blood. That was when I first found out about my "pellets." Something inside me clicked. A smirk shone across my face despite my mind insisting "this is wrong" and "I didn't want to do this!" But, all I felt was a perverse glee, and I liked it.
"That's so cool, Azzy!" I'm not sure if they truly thought my pellets were that impressive, or they were trying to make me feel better. And yeah, that's right. They called me Azzy. I actually told them my old nickname every run for the past few resets before this. And, even though I never told them the truth about how I got this body, I did sometimes tell them little bits and pieces about Chara.
Anyways, later in that very cycle, we were exploring Watefall like we usually do. We were almost at Hotlands, and then we were going to go back home using the Hotlands ferry. But, Kid, in the lead to prevent another biting accident, tripped while crossing the bridge. By the time I could reach out to grab them, I was too late. They were already falling.
Eventually I reached the bottom of the cliff. Kid was hurting. Bad. Their voice was weak; their body horribly battered. They were unable to do much, other then turn their head enough to look me in the eyes. I was too shocked to consider the possibility of resetting at the time.
I was against their plan at first. But they were insistent on two points. First, that I not blame myself for any of this. As for their other request? Well, let's just say, contrary to popular belief, I wasn't the one who coined the term "friendliness pellets." I... don't need to explain the rest, do I?
(The talking flower goes silent)