WARNING: UNDERTALE does not belong to me, though honestly, I wish it was. :( Also, this fanfiction may be extremely cringey as it is my first ever piece of work, so...I hope you guys can deal with that. And finally, there might be a few swearwords here and there, so just a disclaimer guys. Okay, on to the fic!
While monster children and human children were tucked in a bed, or having a nice dinner cooked by their monster mothers and human mother, winds whistled past and through the forest, upon Mount Ebott. The hole to the Underground was long forgotten after months of freedom and happiness. Frisk was redeemed a hero, monsters were at peace with humans, and everyone was happy. Well, almost everyone.
Flowey sighed, peering up at the gray skies above. It was going to be a very cold day. He could already feel his spine tingling- if he had one, that was. It had been a while after Frisk had bought the monsters away from the underground, breaking the barrier. After he turned into Asriel, he found out that he had lost his teleportation powers (which was REALLY annoying, judging that he lived right under the hole, where eight humans had once fallen down. He could only see the sky from there, and it was awfully boring just sitting there all day, waiting for his time to wilter and die. He remembered Frisk coming by once, and saying hi. Back then, he was grumbling about not wanting their company, just wishing that the naive child would be run over by a truck or struck by lightning and now, he'd do anything to see them again. Funny how time changes your perspective on a lot of things. It wasn't like he deserved to be visited though, Flowey knew the impact his actions had on people, and he wouldn't blame them for distrusting him. But still, even though he would never, ever admit it-it was lonely. It became depressing not being able to feel emotions day after day, and not being able to communicate or fight with anyone at all.
There was nothing to do all day, so as usual, Flowey started dozing off, or at least tried to, with the gusts of strong wind blowing by, rustling his petals. "UGH! Can't a flower get some rest?" He groaned. There was not way he was sleeping with winds like this. But then, there was a rustling of leaves. Probably just the wind, he thought, before shaking off the sound. And the rustling started again. Okay, probably still the wind. Wait-are those shoe noises? This caught Flowey's attention. "F-Frisk?" Maybe he was getting his hopes up, but honestly, who else would have the nerve to come down into the Underground a second time? "Frisk, is that...you?" There was no reply for a while, so he continued talking."Wh-What brings you here, eh? Nothing much has changed. Frisk?" Silence. "I...I...really didn't expect you to come back. It's actually...been a while, hasn't it, Frisk?" Still no reply except the constant ripple of leaves. "Well, it's great to see you again. I-It's been kinda quiet lately." And there they were- Frisk, with brown hair cut short into a bob, and a purple and blue striped sweater, along with scratches and bruises all over their knees and arms, and a single bandage covering a partiularly big cut. Flowey didn't know what he was expecting. He was so starved with loneliness, that he didn't actually expect to see Frisk, even though he was talking to them in his head. Highly embarressed that they had heard him at such a weak, sentimental state, he looked away, scoffing. The human had an annoying smirk on their face, knelt down and started scratching some letters on the dirt with their index "What? What are you doing?" Flowey twisted his head a bit to see the writing. It said: 'Are you okay Flowey? Why so nice today? :)'.
Flowey groaned, desperately trying to hide the red that was threatening to brood on his face. "Nothing, nitwit. What brings you here?" With a swipe of the hand, Frisk covered up their past message, and started writing away: 'I actually felt guilty leaving you behind, so I decided to bring you back up!' Stupid, naive Frisk. Did the child really think that he was going to leave the Underground to live with people he tried to kill? "Nice try, but no. Why would I ever want to live with the people who hate me?" Flowey was unnerved by the fact that Frisk had a smirk on their face. Frisk started writing again. 'Well, when you heard me coming, you literally said out loud that is was great to see me again, so why not?' "Look, that's bullshit. I didn't mean anything I just said, in fact, I meant exactly the opposite." Flowey declared stubbornly. Frisk rolled their eye, and started writing again. 'Look Flowey, winter is coming (GOT reference anyone? No? Okay, carrying on), and if you live right under the hole, where snow is likely to fall through and cover you. If you keep being stubborn, that attitude will literally kill you.
Flowey was starting to consider his options. They were right. He could die any second, with skies like that. It was necessary for flowers to get sunlight, and living here for the rest of winter? He might as well throw friendliness pellets at himself. "Okay, FINE. But it's only for the winter. And I can't promise that I won't kill every single one of you when I'M DONE WITH IT." An evil, bone chilling grin crept onto his face, hoping to frighten Frisk, but they seemed unfazed. Frisk pulled out something from their inventory- a shovel, and a- "No. No, Frisk, you are NOT putting me in a goddamn flower pot. N-no. NOOOOO!" Frisk started digging up the dirt Flowey was on, and he silently prayed that Frisk wouldn't touch his roots. But that didn't happen, which relieved Flowey instantly. "Okay, I have a couple of rules. Number one, don't tell Toriel or Asgore or ANYONE that I am...Asriel. Got it? And number Two, try not to tell anyone that I'm with you for the meanwhile. I don't think your friends will take it very well. Expeicially the short skeleton and the fish woman." Frisk nodded, and perched the flowerpot inside their backpack and went back up, climbing a rope, slowly leaving the underground.
Frisk walked back home with quite a speed, that Flowey thought that he was going to throw up. Not that he could, but it was getting close to it. Frisk finally stopped, and entered a door. From outside the backpack, he could hear Toriel's greeting to Frisk. "Hello, my child. Why are you so late? You had me worried sick. That's it, you're grounded for tonight! I'll bring you your dinner and pie later." Frisk walked back to their room and locked the zipped the bag open, and Flowey was finally free, and was perched on the nightstand. The sun had already set, and the sky was a shade of deep violet. Frisk's bedroom was a cheery one-bookshelves on a wall to the west, with a comfy looking bed in the corner, and a stack of unfinished homework in another corner. Spiders had made a home there, along with a few dustmites. The floor was covered with a yellow carpet, along with dirty clothes, and Frisk's signature stick. On the table was pencils lying around everywhere, and on the nightstand was a nightlight, and a leather journal, bearing the name 'Frisk's Diary' proudly. Flowey tried to get his hands on it, but Frisk was glaring at him, and he didn't dare to go near it.
Frisk started to crawl into bed, taking out two books from the bookshelves- a notebook and a thin storybook for children. Flowey wasn't amused as they pulled out a pen and started writing: 'Hey, do you mind reading this to me? I kinda need it to sleep, and Toriel says I'm grounded, so...' "Hell no, Frisk. I came with you to escape the Underground, not become your babysitter." Frisk seemed to pout, before putting down their notebook and storybook (it had a picture of a rabbit on it), and turning off the bedside light, facing the wall, ignoring Flowey. Flowey felt an emotion somewhat close to guilt. He was certain this emotion was the closet to guilt he would ever have, judging as he didn't have a SOUL. He had remembered Toriel reading that storybook to him when he was a kid, when he was still Asriel. Toriel had been so caring, and back when he had a soul, he loved the story. But now, without one, the book meant nothing to him. He wondered if Toriel treated Frisk like he treated him once, and the thought of Toriel treating Frisk and taking after them made Flowey bitter. But hey, Asriel was dead. There was no Asriel anymore. The window was rattling, due to the strong winds from the outside. Yeah, Flowey definetly didn't regret accepting Frisk's offer.
"Hey. Hey Frisk. I'm going to kill your family and friends and everyone you care about."
"I'm going to do it, Frisk."
No reply. Flowey groaned. He didn't feel like sleeping, and Frisk already appeared to be sleeping. It was going to be a very long night.
The next morning, Flowey woke up in sweat, trying not to cry from the nightmare he just had. It had felt so...so real. Chara. He remembered scenes of Chara. God, he missed them so much. Frisk was already awake, judging by the unfolded messy covers. There was a note on the table, which wrote: 'At dinner. Stay here.' As if he could go anywhere without teleportation, which he didn't have. The sky was still a gray, but the winds had quieted down from last night. But now that Frisk wasn't here... Flowey sent a vine towards the diary on the nightstand and started rummaging through the lined pages, and started reading.
"Dear Diary, My Birthday. I didn't see much to celebrate in, as I'm not very proud of my birth, or of my parents, but my friends insisted. Toriel baked my a pie and gave me a book on snails, and this leather journal. Papyrus gave me a dish of his self acclaimed 'best spaghetti'. The sauce was raw, but I ate it anyways. Sans just pranked me, Asgore gave me this bundle of yellow flowers (which I will treasure dearly), Undyne gave me a weird spear and Alphys gave me a set of DVDS called Carcaptor Sapurra, which is about a magical cat girl of some sort. Life has been so much more better after freeing the Underworld and breaking the barrier. I'm happy the fall didn't take my life-how else would I have made friends?"
"Dear Diary, School starts a few days later. I'm going to have to face my peers again, and be accused as a girl."
"Dear Diary, I visited Undyne's place, along with Alphys, and we watched a bit of anime that I did not understand."
Flowey started to yawn by the amount of boring diary entries and began flipping a few pages, scanning the words as quickly as he could, until he saw a drawing of...of a yellow daffodil with six petals and a mean face. It was him. Flowey. Curiousity grew in his nonexistant chest, as he started reading the entry properly.
"Dear Diary, I visited Flowey today. I was hoping he wouldn't be so bitter, after transforming as Asriel, but no such luck. He's still as soulless as he used to be. I can't help but feel sorry for him. It must be tiring staying in the same spot every single day for the rest of your life-"
By the mention of the name Asriel, Flowey immediately shut the journal and placed it back where he found it with the help of a little vine magic. He didn't want anyone pitying him-he didn't NEED anyone pitying him, expeicially not Frisk. Footstep sounds were approaching the bedroom door, as Frisk entered the room, giving Flowey a warm smile. They picked up their notebook and started writing. 'Good morning, Flowey. Awake already?' Flowey rolled his eyes. "Duh, what time is it, 8:53 AM?" Frisk scribbled into their notebook. 'Well, do you want anything for breakfast? Toriel made pancakes, I could bring some for you if you want. Well, if you even eat those.' Flowey's nonexistant stomach rumbled. He'd recalled that when he were a small, goat with emotions and a SOUL and whatnot, Toriel would make chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast once in a while. Oh, Chara had loved those pancakes. Chara always loved anything chocolate. The thought of chocolate chip pancakes and Chara made Flowey bitter again. "I'll pass thanks. I don't want your mom's stupid disgusting pancakes." Frisk seemed a little upset at this comment, before writing their response. 'You didn't have to be so rude about it. I was just asking.' "Rudeness is my specialty, Frisk. Get over it." Snapped Flowey, causing Frisk to sob a little before exiting the room once more. Stupid, emotional, perfect Frisk. Always trying to live up to people's expectations and thinking about the best in everyone. The world didn't work that way.
And he was going to prove it.
Aand that's the end of chapter one~! Sorry, I know, it's super short, but I'll try to make longer chapters next time. I hope you enjoyed this, even though it's really similar to other Flowey and Frisk fics. That's all for now!
-EmeraldSprite.