Summary~~
You've fallen down.
Dust is scattered around.
From the darkness is a golden flower.
The air is filled with the dead's powder.
Will you listen to the whispers and do what is right?
Or will you give into the blood lust and prepare to fight?
A Flowey x Reader Fanfiction in a slight variation of UNDERFELL.
You had fallen into hell, instead of them. In the mountain, the only beautiful thing you saw were the brilliant golden flowers. When you had woken up at your fall, you smiled in hope that you would be able to find a way out. The shimmering petals scattered away as your positivity did, as you eyed the blood and dust along the hall. The walls were red, but with what you didn't want to know.
"Despite everything...," a sweet whisper filled your senses. The smell of flowers wisped around you. For a second, you felt carefree and complete. "You are still DETERMINED."
And that you were.
Inside the darkness you spotted a small flower. As soon as you came near it, it cried in fear and begged for its life. His large black eyes were filled with dread and his petals were torn and dirty. You spend no time fussing at it, concerned at its physical and mental state, swearing that you would never hurt him as you came near.
You were different, he realised, as you brushed your fingers through his petals. You were kind. He didn't know whether to be shocked or relieved, or even believe that this was happening at all. He had never seen anyone spare before, and he was so very grateful. He introduced himself, (Howdy, I'm Flowey), and explained that you were going to die here. He had tried to put it nicely, but had obviously failed when you started hyperventilating and struggled not to cry.
"H-hey! I'm sorry!" Flowey sighed softly. "We can get through this, alright? Look at me," He touched your chin. "I'm just a little flower! And I'm still alive…" that was a white lie. If it weren't for his ability to reset, he would have been gone long ago.
This seemed to help with your mood, he could help but notice.
With his instruction, you did not die throughout the entire ruins. You seemed very optimistic about your journey, golden stars lighting the way and a motivating voice at your ear. A flower inside of a boot may have not seemed like the best guide, but he knew his way around the puzzles very well. And so you vowed that you would be hopeful the whole way though… And so you tried.
And so you failed.
Toriel, the murder of the ruins, glared at you through the shadows several minutes into your journey. You clung to Flowey, intimidated by her gaze. The goat monster spotted him and sneered. She stepped toward you. You wanted to scream, or ...just do something...anything!..., but you couldn't. She took another step. You were paralyzed.
Flowey had died at the hands of Toriel many times. He was silent and afraid, just as you were. He shook in your grasp. The mysterious calming voice urged you to move. You finally had the sense to take a step back, but she was already upon you. Her massive shadow covered you completely.
"Stay determined. Stay determined."
You did. But you were scared.
A furry claw caressed your face. Her eyes were yellow and red, staring you down like a hawk. "What a deliciously cute child." Her voice was sweet and warm, like one's mother would sound. The dried blood on her muzzle proved that she was anything but that.
"You must be scared and hungry," she crooned. "It's dangerous for you to keep such untrustworthy company," she sent a look at Flowey, and he whimpered. "Come to my house for some pie. It's right at the edge of the ruins. Come by, would you?"
You nodded, making a mental note TO NOT.
Maybe she could read your thoughts, because she grabbed your wrist so tightly you thought you could hear a snap. Your eyes were dinner plates as she shook you roughly. "If you don't come within an hour, I will kill your little friend here." Toriel pointed a sharp claw to Flowey. "You need to think about who you trust." With that she disappeared into the darkness.
Flowey was crying in fear of the monster, and was practically screeching when he realised that he could no longer save. You tried to shush him, not being able to decipher what he was talking about...something about save points and resets…
"Tell him that you can save," the voice again. "Tell him that and he shall be quiet."
You did so, and his crying ceased. He was very relieved, but not very surprised. You seemed fairly determined. You still didn't know what he was talking about, but he seemed very troubled. So you moved on.
You encountered battles with monsters, who only needed nudging in the right direction, you realised. They weren't very evil, and they were shocked that you would not fight back. With Flowey's help, the rest of the puzzles were a breeze. Soon you had reached Toriel's home.
Flowey's breath was shaky. He muttered your name sadly. "_, this is the only exit out of the ruins. You're going to have to stay here awhile in order to find a way out."
"Don't you know the way out?" you asked.
"That's not the issue. The issue is getting past…" he tried to say the goat monster's name, and after mouthing her name wordlessly several times, he muttered weakly, "her…"
You kissed his forehead to comfort him, and he straightened in shock. He blinked several times in bewilderment before his face flushed red. You laughed and knocked at the door.
Your cheerfulness died off instantly. The home reeked of rotting flesh. The air was filled with dust. Toriel smiled at you, a dark shadow crossing her face. Something in the room behind her was burning. "Sit at the table honey, I have some pie for you."
Well, fuck.
You sat down on a wooden stool. It creaked and you thought that it was going to break at any moment. You kept your weight on your feet. Toriel sauntered into the room that you guessed was the kitchen and returned with a black, dusty figure that resembled the shape of a pie. She sawed of a piece, and put it on a plate. The pie clattered as she did so. You felt so very dead inside.
She gave you a dusty, cobweb ridden fork and laced her fingers, ready to stare you down as you ate. You sat frozen, unsure of what to do. You doubted that it was edible. She looked at you expectantly. A vine curled around your waist; Flowey was trying to reassure you that everything would be all right.
"Distract her," the whisper was heaven to this hell. "Ask her about the pie. About her. Talk about yourself. Try to not eat the pie. Crumble pieces of it off and let it become indecipherable from the dust on the floor. You may have to eat a bit of it, though. Don't try to eat more than eight bites of it. You'll get sick."
"You sure are specific about that," you thought to the voice. To your amazement they answered.
"Yes. Experiences. Experiences." What a strange response.
"Who are you...?"
Toriel interrupted your thoughts. "My child," there was something dangerous behind her warm voice. "What's the matter? Why aren't you eating?" Flowey's grip tightened.
"I was just wondering-"
"EAT THE PIE."
"I was just-"
"EAT IT."
You wanted to run away. You eyed the pie nervously, tapping the fork against it. It was hard. You managed to scrape a bit of the crumbly pie on the fork. You glanced at Toriel. ...There was no way to distract her. And so, hesitantly, you opened your mouth and brought the fork in close.
You swallowed.
…
…
"Indescribable," went the voice, several octaves higher than usual.
Indescribable indeed. Without meaning to, you had fallen out of the chair and started coughing loudly. It was so bad, your eyes watered and your face twisted; the taste would not leave your mouth. Flowey swung out of the way as you started dry heaving.
"_!" he brushed the hair away from your face, in case you threw up. You whimpered and cried. You already felt so sick…
Toriel's chair screeched against the floor, as she rose. "YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BRAT!" She struck you with her claw, barely missing Flowey's head. Her claw dug into your shoulder and you screamed in shock. Blood dribbled onto the floor. "I SPEND THE TIME TO MAKE THIS FOR YOU, AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?!" She grabbed you by the scruff of the neck and dragged you to a small dusty room. You dropped the boot your flower was in, though he was already latched on to you. It fell with a thump on the floor. You whimpered, tears starting to prickle in the corners of your eyes. Flowey opened his mouth to defend you, but she hissed threats at him. You willed him to be silent, and he did.
She shoved you inside the room, kicking at you as you fell on your stomach. You looked behind you to come eye to eye to the savage monster. From the folds of her black, bloodstained dress she produced a key.
"You may come out, once you have learned to be a LOVING daughter."
She slammed the door and you could here the handle rustling as she locked it.
…
You wrapped your hands around the flower, shaking. Vines curled around you as you started to sob. "There...there…" he whispered. "It's going to be alright…" You stumbled over to the bed behind you. You felt dirty and worn out. The wound on your shoulder was small but deep. It was still bleeding...
"Are you hungry?" Flowey asked you as you curled up into a little ball.
"No…"
"Are you okay?"
"No…"
He sighed and butted his head against your cheek. You smiled faintly. He smelled of honey, and his petals were soft. You nuzzled his forehead, and he blushed and pulled away. You smiled. How adorable.
"_," he mumbled curiously. "What's the surface like?"
You thought about it for a while. "It certainly is way more dangerous down here than on the surface, if that's what you mean. But people do hurt each other…" you whispered.
"What are people like?"
"Most people are polite and kind. Some are rude…"
"Has anyone ever tried to hurt you on the surface? Physically?"
"No…"
He beamed. "That sounds...that sounds amazing. What do the stars look like?"
Your voice became edgy as you began to get annoyed. "It's not that great, y'know. The stars are just tiny lights that gleam in pitch dark. The people may not hit you and all that, but they can lie...cheat...manipulate..." Your shoulders slumped. "Yeah...it's all about that…"
He noticed your discomfort. "..._, what's wrong?"
You started to shake. The day's incidents came crashing down on you. What was wrong with everyone, and why were they so dangerous? How far away was the exit? Would Flowey die? "W-what going to happen to me?" A day here, and you already felt like you were losing hope.
"Hang in there," he whispered, cradling your face with a vine. "It's going to be hard, but we're gonna make it through, alright?" He buried his face in your neck. "I will never leave you, alright? It's going to be okay."
You believed him.
You were filled with DETERMINATION.