Alone, lonliness, sadness, agony.

All words that could be used to describe Flowey's predicament. One would feel bad, except for the fact that he chose this fate. He chose to stay behind while Frisk and even his own parents left him. That last hug that Frisk gave him was the last genuine feeling of love he had ever felt. However love meant nothing to someone who couldn't feel it. It had been nearly a month since Frisk had left with all the monsters in the underground. All except for him.

This had been Asriel's worst fear. Dying alone. With no friends or family. He couldn't even keep track of the days anymore. Most nights he couldn't even sleep. The lonliness at away at him every time he even dared to close his eyes. Whenever he somehow managed to fall asleep, it was always the same type of dream. Being loved, being cared for, being... happy. Being around Chara, his one true friend, besides the brief friend that Frisk was to him.

He suddenly felt angry. Frisk. In some ways Flowey felt that Frisk had stolen something from him. Why did he have to become a flower and live forever in the agony of lonliness? Why? Why?! He angrily grabbed a boulder from the rock wall and used his vines to try and snap it in half. "WHY?!" He angrily screamed "WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY?!" He threw out every attack he had in his arsenal. The friendliness pellets, the vines, Everything. Each of them exploding into the rock walls. He felt tears running down his face. "WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE ME?!" He screamed. He felt angry at the entire world. He also felt compeletley worthless. He also felt like he deserved this. He sobbed the hardest he ever had. Even as Asriel this type of sadness was foreign to him. He cried and wailed, fully knowing no one would ever hear his pain.

The only bliss that life threw at him during this month was his few moments of sleep. Even silent black empty dreams were better than the reality he had face. If only there was some way to make that bliss forever. He wished he would just die already. He already knew he would never be Asriel ever again. He already knew he would never be able to live the life that he had been robbed of. If he had no reason to live, then why live?

(I know this first chapter is incredibly sad, but trust me it will get better for poor little Flowey)