(AN: Credit for this idea goes to the guy in the following link threa "forums .spacebattles posts/19815629/" me and my co-writer just decided to roll with it since I'm UT trash and he's a fan of both. If you want to see the link just remove the spaces, bloody site software.)
It was dark, cramped, pads sticking to her along with her own vomit, making it even more rank than it was. Her throat was hoarse, from the acid of her stomach coating the inside of her windpipe and from her screaming for help from inside the locker. Nothing but slime, waste and the smell of her own vomit meeting her with a reply, a reminder that all those that had once cared stopped a long time ago. Taylor raised her hands up once more to try and force the locker open again, ignoring the fact that she and her small frame couldn't hope to budge it, desperation driving any type of rational thought from her brain.
Except her hands met nothing this time, the confines of her locker suddenly gone as if it had simply disappeared from existence. She fell to the ground, the unexpected impact combined with her screaming for help leaving her gasping for air, so glad to be free of the locker that Emma had shoved her into. Groping around on the ground she felt grass, a slight tingle of the sun on her skin and the slimy crap now collecting onto the ground around her.
She didn't notice the yellow flower just ahead of her, too busy hugging herself in a fetal position on the ground. So it decided to talk first. "Well howdy there Miss!" That startled Taylor up off the ground and in a flail of limbs she was sitting and staring at the flower that had just talked, entire body tense and seeming ready to bolt, eyes wide and pupils dilated. "Golly are you okay, you seem hurt." The flower's smiling face grew more concerned as its eyes wandered up and down her body.
She stared at it for a few moments before whispering with a finger raised accusingly, not sure what to make of the sight in front of her eyes. "You-you're a talking flower."
It nodded, bouncing up and down in its spot slightly. "I'm Flowey THE talking flower, the one and only. Why are you covered in all that stuff?" It waved one of the leafs it had at its side like it would a hand, pointing at the rancid stuff on her.
"S-some bullies at my school." She stammered, still not sure what to make of the situation, her eyes darting around the 'room' they were in reminding her of a cavern with the only lit spot being the patch of grass she was on under a hole in the ceiling of the cavern. Everything else was black, pitch black so she couldn't see past the lighted spot just around her.
Flowey tutted its tongue. "Well shucks, that's not good. At least you didn't fall down from up there," It pointed its leaf up at the light in the roof. "You just kind of appeared down here, so no broken limbs at least right?" It smiled before frowning slightly, craning its stem back so it could look up at the hole.. "You don't know how you got down here do you?"
Rocking back and forth slightly in her sitting position she curled her arms around her knees, reminded of the fact she had no idea where she was. "I-I don't know. I was hoping you could tell me."
Its right leaf tapped the equivalent of its chin. "Well I suppose some type of magic I haven't seen before, though I don't see who's left around to use any magic though. Everybody kind of left a few days ago."
That comment caught her attention, it had said magic. Something that a lot of people called various parahuman powers was magic, which meant this flower could be some weird case of one. "Are you a cape?"
It raised an eyebrow and half-smiled. "No, I'm a flower, silly."
"A cape is a hero or, a villain. Somebody with powers that makes them stand out." She hurriedly explained.
"Well I guess I'm a cape then." It shrugged it's leafs and shook its head with a slight laugh. "First time I've heard of that term though." It leaned forward, eyes narrowing, mouth becoming a tight line as if it was thinking intensely.
"What are you doing?" She whimpered, hugging herself tighter, a feeling of unease washing over her as it begun to smile, little fangs becoming apparent in its smile.
Leaning back Flowey toned down its smile slightly so it was just grinning and thought out loud to itself. "You strike me as a nice girl. But vulnerable and weak. What if I could offer you a way to become strong, save whoever you want, even take revenge on those bullies of yours?"
She stared at the little flower as he bounced his head back and forth with eagerness written across its face. "H-how?"
"Well Miss if you could move your legs and arms out of the way for a second." He said, nodding towards her.
Slowly obliging the flower's request she looked down and saw the glowing yellow heart on her chest, floating in front of them both. Flowey pointed at the heart. "That is your soul, the very culmination of your being. Humans have the strongest souls, able to do things beyond imagining but can't truly unlock their potential." It pointed back at itself. "Then there are the Monsters, such weak souls but are able to use it to their full potential and can beat humans in many things thanks to their magic." It smiled, fangs and all. "I propose you let our souls fuse. You will get the power to protect yourself from the bullies. Even the power to save everyone in the world if you want."
"I- I don't know." She stuttered out, immensely uncomfortable. That heart there was supposedly her soul. In almost every piece of media, messing with your soul is never a good idea.
"Come on, don't you want to be a HERO?" Flowey asked in a sickeningly sweet voice. "You could get the power to do whatever you want. And if my guess is correct about what's going on with you, it would hardly make things WORSE by taking this deal. What can you lose that you haven't already given up on?"
She froze. How did he know? After a moment of panic, she pushed it aside, DETERMINED to become a HERO. "What do I need to do."
"It's really quite simple. All you have to do is take mine, and press it against yours. Here you go!" With a happy chirp, another heart appeared, inverted, cracked, and seemingly made of glass. "I know it's not much to look at, but things have been kinda rough."
After a slight moment, she unfolded her arms from around herself, reached forward, and grasped it, a shiver visibly passing through Flowey when she did so. It felt cold, fragile, and hollow, though there seemed to still be a slight trace of warmth, slowly bleeding out. "Come on, you can do it. Simply bring the two together."
With his prompting, she drew it towards her chest, and towards her Soul. When the two met, her soul seemed to engulf his. And then, she felt a rush of power, of emotions, of memories. She panicked, as she felt another person's entire being became part of hers. She felt Flowey's impatience, fear, anxiety, loneliness, hatred, she felt it all.
Slowly, the world around them faded to black, and she was back, trapped in The Locker. Her thoughts merged with his, and she panicked, and drawing upon an old cherished memory, she summoned flames, blasting outwards, to free her, to get her out of The Locker. With a loud bang, the door flew forward and she stumbled out, barely noticing the burning pile of trash she left behind in her locker, nor her furred hands transforming back to normal as she passed out.