[A dog slides his first drabble towards you, nervously. Will you read it?]
Word Gets Out
Flowey was the only person who knew about Chara's crush on Frisk. They didn't intentionally tell him; there's no way they'd trust Flowey of all people with their deepest, darkest secret. The entire thing was a stupid accident.
Chara had a habit of musing out loud and their brother just so happened to pop in at the least opportune moment, which had backed Chara into a corner. God, what were they supposed to say? "I meant passionately make out in a platonic way?" Flowey would be able to see right through their lies.
Ever since the accidental crush revelation, though, the flower was surprisingly keeping quiet about it. Sure, he'd tease Chara whenever they forgot how to breath because Fris at them, but he never exposed the secret to anyone. Which was unusual for Flowey. He didn't claim spot as the worst cohort when it came to stealing from Mom's chocolate chip jar for no reason. Their traitorous brother had ratted them out so many times that Mom had the kitchen cabinets professionally refurbished with locks. So, the fact that their big-mouthed brother had not told a single soul, not even Frisk, about Chara's crush was way too suspicious. Way too suspicious.
Chara had to get to the bottom of it.
One afternoon, the undead teen placed their brother's flower pot on the living room desk and turned out the lights. They flipped on their desk lamp, pointing it straight at Flowey's face. His eyes squinted under the harsh shine. Interrogation START!
"Alright, Flowey. Why haven't you told Frisk about my crush, yet? What are you planning here? Blackmail? Extortion?" Chara asked. Flowey's golden petals raised as if they were eyebrows. He patted his stem innocently with one of his leafy arms.
"Golly, Chara! Can't you trust me to keep a precious secret for you?" He chimed angelically. Chara stared pointedly at him. Flowey's 'innocent' charade dropped almost instantaneously as his stem sulked, eyes rolling. "Fine. I get it. I haven't been the most trustworthy when it comes to secrets," he groans, "but I promise I'm not going to tell anyone about your stupid crush. I already swore off on meddling with the romantic lives of other people." This made Chara's brows raise curiously. They leaned forward, silently urging Flowey to continue. He let out a weird bark of laughter. "You don't have to know why, do you?" Of course, they had to know why.
They were locked in a staring competition for a few minutes before Flowey finally caved and looked away. With eyes cast downwards, he muttered vaguely, "there was an incident during one of my previous timelines." Whatever that 'incident' was, Chara could not, for the life of them (or death of them, rather), get him to spill it.
They ended up shrugging the whole conversation off as they went to sit on the couch. They didn't fully believe Flowey wouldn't rat on them, just yet. "Even if you do tell Frisk about it, there's no way they'd believe you," they said, somewhat defensively. Flowey just rolled his eyes and smirked.
"Think what you must!" He chirped in a sing-song voice, which had Chara scrambling over the back of the couch in order to look him straight in his beady, floral eyes.
"Was that supposed to insinuate something?" They pressed with a wide, intimidating grin. Flowey grinned back mischievously but Chara still caught him shivering, so they backed off a bit. They slid off the couch and made their way back to their previous spot before the desk.
"You're acting as if your crush on them isn't the most obvious thing in the world?" Their brother hummed. Chara went slack-jawed, stunned by the insinuation. It was obvious? No. No way. He had to be fronting. How could it possibly be obvious? They're the one who hated humans. (Except Frisk.)
"How is it obvious?" Chara voiced their thoughts, genuinely confused. Flowey blinked thoughtfully, his petals fluttering slightly beneath the air conditioning.
"Do you remember when we invited Asgore over for family dinner?" He asked. Of course they remembered.
It was a special occasion; Mom rarely ever invited Dad over. They spent the entire day helping Mom prepare a feast- even Flowey helped. Asgore had shown up later that night, with big, beautiful bouquets for everyone (Mom's had since made its home in the trash, however.). Although, Chara had noticed some of their own aster mixed into one of the bouquets which made their brows furrow irritably at the time. They raised those flowers themself so it didn't exactly put them in the greatest of moods to see that their Dad had harvested them without their permission. Chara forgave him, though, because the bouquet was for them.
"He wasn't expecting Frisk and their brothers to be there," Chara muttered, recalling Dad's face after his first bite of Papyrus's spaghetti with a small smile tugging on their lips, "but that's just because he doesn't attend our family dinners very often." They looked back at Flowey, eyes narrowing quizzically. "What does this have to do with anything?"
"Asgore pulled me aside later that night and asked me if you and Frisk were dating."
"WHAT?" The teen slapped their hands down on either side of Flowey's pot, digging their fingernails into the wood. Their brother doubled over laughing at their rapidly reddening face. Chara glared at him, cheeks burning. "Is it because Frisk was just there? That doesn't make any sense. Sans and Papyrus were there, too! And we have others over all the time!"
"It was the flower thing," Flowey gasped out between chuckles. Chara went dead silent.
After their pounding heart began to slow, they finally began to mumble in a quiet, faltering voice. "T...That's a normal thing that good close friends do for each other." Their entire face was searing, it probably looked as red as their soul.
Okay. Sure. Back when their Dad had arrived to the family dinner, he wasn't expecting for there to be more than just Mom, Flowey, and themself. So, of course, he had only made three bouquets. So it was totally normal that Chara plucked all of the asters out from their own and wrapped them up into a pseudo-bouquet for Frisk- purely because they didn't want them to feel left out and absolutely NOT because there was hidden symbolism behind aster flowers.
They did not research that shit.
Wait.
…
Flowey stared curiously as Chara opened their phone and swiped right on the button labeled "clear history."
To repeat, they did not research that shit.
"You also put one of the flowers behind their ear and stared at them…for so long..." Their brother trailed off and Chara could only place their face in their hands and groan loudly. "And then you two sat on the porch alone and stargazed." They groaned again. "You also talk about them. So. Much." Chara warily peeked through their fingers only to see him grinning at them like a bastard.
"Is it really that much?"
"Yup-" Flowey paused as he shifted in his pot, leaves brushing against the ceramic sides. "The fact that you thought you could talk fondly about this one person all the time and not expect us to assume that you're gay for them, Chara, is kind of hilarious." Chara threw up their hands in defeat.
"Okay, fine! So maybe my crush is obvious. They're just so cute, Flowey, I can't help it."
"Ughhhh." The yellow flower rolled his eyes. With that, Chara picked up his pot and moved back to the couch, because the investigation was pretty much over, and they were already missing all the best cartoons.
"So, you're not going to tell?" Chara asked once more as they settled his pot to their left, snug between their thigh and the arm of the sofa. They stared at the television as Flowey flipped through channel after channel. He finally settled on a relatively new cartoon show. Upbeat music filled the room as Chara's eyes drifted away from the colorful animations.
"I won't meddle," Flowey replied. Chara still found themself silently wondering if he'd keep that promise. Their eyes drifted back to the screen just in time to see a familiar-looking cartoon character appear. It looked like a goth cow, to put it simply, with black, feathered wings and long horns. As it started talking in a stereotypical villainous voice, it finally dawned on Chara why the character was so familiar. This cartoon must've been one of the many pieces of media that had been inspired by Frisk's journey through the Underground. Chara playfully elbowed their brother and pointed at the screen with a snort.
"That's you, God of Hyperdeath!" At the exact same moment, the cartoon character burst into an explosion of rainbows and stars and Chara erupted into laughter. Flowey blinked in shock, before putting his face in his leafy hands. He shook his head, embarrassed.
"I know I said I won't meddle, but you really make me want to, sometimes," the flower muttered into his leaves. Chara didn't hear him.
[The dog thanks you for reading his drabble. You learn that he wants to improve himself and get into the rhythm of writing because he has some plans for a future fic. He decided the perfect way to do that would be through writing some drabbles. And charisk. This dog seems to like charisk. He hopes you enjoyed the first chapter!]
