Oh boy, I promised myself I wouldn't write Undertale fanfiction, and yet here we are. This is why I never make , this story takes place post True Pacifist ending, and as such will contain spoilers. If you've you've not played the game yet, I strongly recommend you do so before reading this., seriously, it's like five buck on Steam.
In my story, Frisk is male and Chara is female. That's just how I've always perceived them.
Cover art done by Rattlesire, Frisk/Chara interaction inspired by ChannyDraws. you should check em both out on Deviantart!
Toby Fox owns Undertale and all associated characters. However, The Defiler is mine.
More notes at end of chapter.
Flowey gazed over the golden flowers surrounding him, his roots penetrating deep into the earth. This was the closest he ever felt to being at peace. Though, now that he remembered truly being at peace, it was just another thing cruelly torn away from him.
He was the last being in the Underground. He'd combed over the entire place many times in the months since he… no, since Asriel had shattered the barrier. He wasn't sure if he was hoping to find anyone or not, but there was never anyone there. Nobody ever came.
Was it for the best? Perhaps. There was a part of him that was glad that he didn't have the opportunity to hurt anyone anymore. And as for the rest of him… well, ever since Frisk and Chara had managed to work out their differences and co-exist peacefully in the same body… He couldn't beat them even if he wanted to. They always won.
He gave a little smirk, even as his head drooped down until he was facing the earth again, as if the weight of the world had descended once again upon his stem. It had been a long game, and made even longer by Frisk and Chara's constant wrestle for control. It had been amusing to watch, Chara in control, and wreaking havok upon the monsters one moment, and a tear-stained Frisk preparing a reset, vowing not to let this happen again the next.
Flowey still didn't know how Frisk managed to convince Chara to co-operate with him. He… Asriel… had never been able to sway Chara whenever she made her mind up about something. Then again, that boy had always beaten him at his strongest, and had always showed him mercy. Who knew what that kid was capable of, truly?
Lost in thought, trying to stave off the loneliness that ever gripped his soulless body, Flowey didn't feel the slight tremors that indicated footsteps until whoever it was had almost entered the room he was in. He whipped his head up, his face morphing into a hideous smile as he prepared to berate whoever had disturbed his thoughts.
"Frisk, I told you to-"
And he stopped. It wasn't Frisk.
Towering over him, was a man dressed in jet-black robes lined with blood-red silk that gently brushed the floor, obscuring his feet from sight. In one hand, he held a staff; thin at the bottom, but gradually widening until it curved into a bowl-like shape at the top. Red flames danced intricate patterns around the staff, occasionally winking out of existence before reforming again.
Raising his gaze to the figure's face, Flowey's view of it was obstructed by the golden mask he wore over it. It appeared the mask was molded to the face beneath it, however, so he got an impression of a strong nose, pronounced cheekbones, and thick lips pressed together in a permanent sneer. There were holes in the mask for the figure's eyes, and a menacing orange light shone out from them.
Flowey had to fight from cringing back in fear. This… this was different. Flowey had felt the souls of many others before. Human and Monster alike. Even Frisk, with his incredible Determination and Chara with her twisted, pained soul hadn't given him this feeling. It was as if…
As if he was standing before a god.
The being looked down upon him, and this time, Flowey could not hold himself back as he shrank backwards, his petals wilting as he tried to tear himself away from that piercing gaze.
"Who are you?" he hissed. "What do you want?"
The figure said nothing, continuing to stare at Flowey, who desperately wanted to run, to hide. But he couldn't move. He couldn't even burrow into the ground anymore. Finally the being spoke in a deep booming voice.
"This is where the disturbance began. You started it all, did you not?"
"Started what?" Flowey asked, irritation quickly outmatching his fear. After all, he remembered being a god. He stood up straight, glaring at the figure before him.
There was a chuckle from the dark figure, as if it were amused at the arrogant display before him.
"I can see the cracks, the crude repairs all around us." He continued, seemingly oblivious to the yellow flower's question. "Time and space warped, distorted. And, where necessary… broken. You were a major player in that once, were you not?"
"What's it to you?"
This time it was not a chuckle, but a laugh. A dark, menacing laugh that echoed around the room and reverberated down the corridor. Chills ran up and down Flowey's stem. He could feel the power in that laugh, felt the dark intent behind it. It was all so familiar...
As the laugh died down, the dark being released the staff in his hand, and it slowly hovered away to lean against the wall. Both hands now free, he gestured with his right hand towards Flowey and, before he realized what was happening, a dark tendril of energy had plucked the flower from the ground, pulling him up so he was staring his tormenter in the face.
"Wha- Put me down!" Flowey demanded, thrashing wildly in the grip of magic. He tried to call out to his roots, but he had been completely severed from them. He called upon his magic, and fired a hail of bullets at the gold-masked being, but they disintegrated before they even impacted him.
"I can still see it, clinging to your very being. The power to remake the world. My power. You housed a part of me once, didn't you?"
Flowey stared agape at the cold expression etched into the gold before him. Fear had sunk icy-cold claws into his heart and refused to let go.
"You should not have toyed with powers beyond your ken, little flower. Had you not begun this "game" of yours, I would never have known that a part of my soul resided in this world. And it is still here, I can feel its presence. All I need to do is follow the cracks, and then..."
The orange glow suddenly shone brighter, blazing like an inferno, and Flowey found he could not look away.
"And because of your meddling, those troublesome Hunters cannot follow me here. I can re-take my soul at my leisure, and there is no-one who can stop me."
"Who…. who are you?" Flowey managed to croak out.
"I am the darkness. I am that which has held all of existence under my command. All once bowed before me, and all shall do so once more. Rejoice, little flower. Because of you, The Defiler will be reborn in the blood of this world."
The light of The Defiler's eyes flared, and Flowey was no more.
My good friend Petalthorn made a animatic for this! Go to youtube (slash) watch?v=3V2puXjsYaU (IF it doesn't work then just look for Undertale Souls Entwined Prologue. It should pop up. It's made by Petalthorn, so that might help...