Flowey's P.O.V- third person
Flowey was alone. They'd all left. This was ok by his standards, of course. He was much happier this way. No one would bother him. Things where better this way, he assured himself.
Except, Flowey realized, without his ability to teleport (He'd lost that ability after turning into Asriel again- how annoying) he was slightly screwed for the upcoming winter.
Actually, speaking of winter, if Flowey's calculations where correct, winter was on its way. That was kind of obvious though, with the temperature steadily growing colder.
Flowey sighed in annoyance, looking up at the sky. That was one of the perks of being stuck right underneath the hole that the human fell through. He could see the sky. And, he got a bit of sun, which, as a flower, was very important to him.
A cold gust of wind suddenly blew through the underground, making Flowey shiver. He glared at the sky. Stupid winter. Stupid Underground. Stupid human for leaving him there. Flowey shook his head.
No, he thought. If you were up there, you'd surly have to put up with the obnoxious skeleton, his brother, the crazy fish lady, and the stupid scientist that turned you into this despicable form! Flowey glared at himself. If only that stupid scientist hadn't injected that one flower with stupid determination, Flowey wouldn't be in this state right now.
Suddenly, Flowey froze. He didn't move a muscle- err, plant fiber. He could feel someone else nearby. Flowey quickly put on the cheeriest face he could muster, saving the slightly insane smile for later. He turned around to meet this new person.
"Howdy!" he called, already thinking of several plans to torment this new person with. Oh, how he had missed this. "I'm Flowey, Flowey the flow-" he stopped talking when he realized who it was. Flowey narrowed his eyes and glared at the intruder. How dare they come back?
The human was here.
Frisk, as they were called, slowly made their way towards Flowey. He reacted instantaneously, bringing up several 'friendliness pellets' from seemingly nowhere.
"Take one more step, and I'll obliterate you." The flower warned, glaring at Frisk. The human merely smiled, and took another step. Like he promised, Flowey sent the 'friendliness pellets' at them. Flowey watched in dismay as the human dodged them all. He frowned. Man, he was really out of practice.
Well, that's what happens when you're left down here all by yourself, with no one to FIGHT, Flowey thought. He glared at Frisk.
"What do you want?" Flowey asked, red-hot fury dancing behind his eyes. Frisk started signing, but Flowey cut them off.
"I can't understand you when you do those weird hand motions," Flowey spat. Frisk's mouth formed a silent 'o'. Flowey smirked, sure that if the human couldn't find a way to convey the message, they'd leave.
No such luck.
The human simply wrote what they wanted to say on the ground. Flowey had to twist his stem around to read it properly. He laughed out loud one he'd finished reading it.
"Haha, very funny Frisk." He said sarcastically. Frisk had said- or rather wrote- that they wanted Flowey to come back to the surface with them, and that they were sorry that they'd left him underground. Please. Flowey was insane, not stupid. Learn the difference. Frisk sighed, and scribbled out what they'd just written, putting something else down in its place. Flowey practically killed himself laughing once he'd finished reading it.
"You- you actually bought a flower pot for me?" he asked, gasping for air. "That's the funniest thing I've ever heard." Frowning slightly, Frisk wrote something new in the earth. Still chuckling, Flowey read what the human had written.
He stopped laughing.
Frisk had told him that Alphys thinks that she has discovered a way to create SOULS. Flowey felt his breathing quicken. Did the scientist actually figure out how to create a SOUL? Was it now possible for Flowey to finally have a SOUL again?
Flowey quickly shook his head, dismissing the idea. No, no, that's impossible. Flowey knew that he couldn't get a SOUL again.
How does he know?
Simple.
Because he's already tried.
In the beginning, before Flowey started killing everyone, Flowey actually asked Dr. Alphys to try and make a SOUL for him. She agreed, of course, but it never worked. The SOUL that she would try to create would always melt. Eventually Flowey gave up on that idea, and tried to absorb pre-made SOULS.
That didn't work either. Monster SOULS disappeared too quickly for Flowey to absorb them, and he could never get to the human SOULS to absorb them. Oh, he did the one time, but they rebelled against him.
So, long story short, Flowey knew that there was no way for him to get a SOUL and keep it.
Flowey was shaken out of his stupor when Frisk snapped his fingers in front of the flowers face. Flowey glared at Frisk, irritated and slightly hurt.
"Haha, very funny Frisk, tell the soulless flower that SOULS can be made," he said sarcastically. Frisk frowned, and started to write something in the dirt again. Flowey craned his neck- err, stem to read it.
No, seriously, Alphys is seriously close to creating a SOUL. She's just missing one crucial piece of information. Frisk wrote. Flowey laughed.
"Are you actually trying to piss me off, or are you just stupid?" Flowey asked, still chortling with laughter. "Because if you value the lives of your friends and yourself, you'll quit talking about SOULS in front of me. Or better yet, you'll leave. Because if you don't, believe me, I won't hesitate to kill you and absorb your SOUL." Flowey smiled a twisted grin. "And then I'll go and kill your friends." Frisk sighed, and looked at Flowey with sad eyes. Flowey impatiently waited for an answer. Frisk doesn't respond. Flowey grinned, and proceeds to engage in a battle with Frisk. Oh man how he'd missed this.
"Well, can't say it was nice knowing you Frisk." Flowey said as he chose the FIGHT option. Several 'friendliness pellets' appearing, and throwing themselves at Frisk's SOUL, with varying levels of accuracy. Of course, the human dodged them all, but that doesn't matter. Frisk of course, selected the MERCY option. Flowey glared at the human. Of course they would go with mercy.
"We haven't learned anything, have we?" Flowey asked, his voice going up and down in octaves a little bit. "In the Underground, it's KILL OR BE KILLED!" Flowey unleashed a tidal wave of 'friendliness pellets', sending them at Frisk's SOUL. This time, Frisk wasn't able to dodge them all, and as a result, their HP went down to 16. Flowey frowned. Last time he checked, his attacks did more damage than that. Whatever.
Frisk chose MERCY again, and Flowey chose FIGHT again. This continued like this for about 3 more rounds, with Frisk getting more and more battered each round.
Finally, Frisk fled
Frisk and Flowey exited the battle, Frisk still looking beat up. Flowey glared at the human, wanting to FIGHT more. Oh man, he'd missed that. Frisk sighed, almost as if they were about to do something they'd regret.
"Asriel…" Frisk whispered. A tidal wave of emotions hit Flowey all at once. First, shock that Frisk could talk. Second, numbness. Then…
Anger.
Fury.
Pissed off-ness.
Oh no. They did not just do that. Flowey's breathing quickened.
"You- you-" he stuttered, unable to get the words out. Frisk backed up slightly, realized they may have just made a grave mistake.
They did.
In less than two minutes, Flowey was shouting his (imaginary) lungs out, yelling at Frisk, calling them an idiot, sending 'friendliness pellets' at them, shouting the whole 'kill or be killed' thing, ect, ect. Flowey was so caught up in his own anger; he didn't even notice the tears running down his face till Frisk wiped one of them away for him. Flowey looked up at Frisk with sad eyes.
"Why?" he asked softly, voice hoarse from yelling so much. "Why Frisk? Why didn't you kill me? It would've been better than this miserable existence I've got for myself." Frisk sighed, and massaged they're throat slightly before speaking again. Flowey dimly registered that it must hurt for Frisk to talk, but he honestly didn't care.
"Because-" Frisk broke into a coughing fit that lasted about 5 minutes. When they'd finally stopped coughing, they finished they're sentence. "It wasn't right." Flowey frowned.
"And letting me live in this miserable existence is?" Flowey demanded. Frisk held up a hand, shutting off Flowey's rant.
Then, they explained why they'd come.
Part of it, was out of guilt of leaving Flowey behind, but another part of it was that Frisk wanted to give Flowey the opportunity to have a SOUL. It wasn't fair, they said, that everyone else had a SOUL and Flowey didn't. The said flower snorted. Or course Frisk would see the good in everyone.
Flowey listened intently. As much as he didn't want to admit it, it was actually kind of tempting. There weren't really that many downsides. He might get a SOUL, and if that didn't work out, he could always kill them all! Of course, the fish lady and the short skeleton where pretty tough, so that might hinder the latter plan.
Flowey quickly realized Frisk had abandoned talking and had started writing in the ground again. Shaking his head, he quickly read what Frisk had written.
You don't have to come if you don't want to, but if you'd like to try to see if you could possibly get a SOUL, you are more than welcome to come.
Flowey was hesitant to accept Frisk's offer, and for a good reason. For one, there was the fish lady. She would certainly skewer him if she had the chance. Then, there was the tall skeleton. Childish and slightly naive, but not stupid. He would certainly be suspicious of Flowey. And then there was the short skeleton. Flowey gave an involuntary shudder. Dammit, that guy could be scary. As far as Flowey could tell, he has some knowledge for the whole SAVE and RESET thing. Whether Frisk told them, or they just found out on their own, Flowey wasn't too sure of, but he sure as hell didn't trust the skeleton.
But in the end, the ever-burning desire for a SOUL wins out, and Flowey agrees to go with Frisk to the surface, warning them not to speak about his moment of insecurity and vulnerability. He had a reputation to keep, after all.
But most of all, Flowey warned- or rather begged- Frisk not to tell anyone that he was once Asriel. That was something he'd like to tell them on his own merits.
Frisk, evidently overjoyed with the plants cooperation, immediately agreed. They ran over to the entrance to the surface, coming back with a gigantic flower pot and a spade. Flowey held his breath as Frisk began to dig into the earth around him, silently praying that they wouldn't cut their roots by mistake.
Thankfully, they didn't, and Flowey was soon standing upright in his pot. Frisk began making his way out of the underground, taking Flowey with him. Flowey really tried not to look back, he really did, but in the end, he couldn't help himself.
He looked back.
And BAM! Beginning chapter done!
I've actually been wanting to write something like this for a while now, as I felt really sad about how Flowey was left in the Underground whilst everyone else got to go to the surface. I didn't think it was fair.
Oh, and also: I know some of you are going to ask why I made Flowey slightly insane, and here's my answer: Flowey has been left by himself for god knows how long, dealing with painful memories that most likely resurfaced when he turned back into Asriel. Plus, before everyone left the Underground, he had someone to talk to, even if he was taunting them. Now, Flowey is all alone, with haunting thoughts. So yeah, that's why I think Flowey was driven a little insane. I dunno, just my perspective on things.
Also: I personally think Flowey teleports because he seems to disappear if you ever backtrack in Snowdin and see him, so please don't flay me alive if you don't share my opinion.
Ok, well, I think I've talked (Or written?) long enough, so…
Au revoir, little biscuits!