What will you do now?
First things first:
English is not my first language and it's been a while since I've written anything in english...so right here's my request:
I'm looking for a trusted beta-reader to correct my spelling mistakes and fix my stilted and strange way of writing. Since I have to look up some words it's more than just possible that I'll mix things up or will use unusual words BUT I won't get this idea out of my head and since the Undertale fanbase is so much more evolved in english I'd rather write this story in english.
So please: If you're a native speaker and good with grammar, please contact me. :)
Summary:
Flowey is tired of losing again and again but with a bit help of the good Papyrus he might get his revenge on a certain skeleton... and the rest of the Underground.
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A huge blast of energy hit the little flower and scattered its petals all over the place.
"don't come back."
These were the last words Flowey heard before everything went black... and then... he was back at the ruins... again. A deep growl escaped his mouth.
"Why...? Why can't I just kill this stupid smiling trashbag of a skeleton?! Every fucking time when my plan runs so smoothly and so nice he just comes around AND DESTROYS EVERYTHING!"
His voice bounced of the cave walls and lost itself in the dark.
He was fuming, he was literally shaking with anger. Why couldn't he succeed? Why couldn't he get past this damn skeleton, rip him into pieces and go on to Asgore to retrieve the human souls? This was his single goal in - well, for lack of a better word – life. If he would just be able to get the human souls then he would be unstoppable. He would leave this stinking pit and rise high into the sunlight... and then he would execute the plan Chara had made so long ago and kill all humans. With six human souls and nearly all monster souls of the underground it should be easy but...
But he tried seven times, eight if you counted an attempt that lasted only half an hour until he was found out. Every time Sans, the annoying skeleton, found out his plan and attacked him viciously until Flowey was nothing more than a smoldering patch of burned weed.
Growling again he tucked his leaves close and sunk in deep thoughts.
He just couldn't understand why he would also end up here, back at the very start of his journey, when Sans killed him. It was like the skeleton had managed not only to destroy him but also his save points. His entire plan was erased and all that was left was... him and his anger. But was was that even possible? How could a mere monster have such powers? Flowey didn't understand it at all. Luckily Sans didn't remember that he had fought Flowey over and over again. For him every fight was the first fight...not that Flowey would have had any chance to study his fighting pattern. It was too confusing to even look at his movements, his little teleports and the crazy way he used these huge blasters. If his dumb brother would fight this way, too, Flowey wouldn't be able to reach Hotland. But he had. He'd reached Hotland exactly seven times.
Papyrus was a though opponent but Flowey could see right through his movements and predict every single move. It wasn't a challenge. Also this braindead giant always tried to spare him even when he was close to death himself. How could anyone be this...stupid?
"NYEH HE HE HE!"
Flowey let his head hit the ground.
Why... why wasn't he allowed to sulk alone and in peace?
"HELLO MY FRIEND! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, THOUGHT OF YOU TODAY AND SO I DECIDED TO COME BY AND VISIT YOU SO YOU WON'T BE LONELY!"
Flowey raised his head and plastered a fake smile on his face. This company might be better than no company at all.
"Hello Papyrus. Thank you, my dear friend. It's such a wonderful day to spent with you. Did something amazing happen to you again? Please tell me, I'm soooooo curious."
The dimwit blushed a bit and rubbed his head before he stuttered.
"OH, WELL...TODAY IS A RATHER NICE DAY AND IT'S REALLY PEACEFUL..."
Like Flowey didn't know. It was exactly the same day as always. Nothing happened. Papyrus woke up this morning, had breakfast, ushered Sans out of the house and to his sentry post and then he walked through the forest and decided to visit the nice little flower at the end of the ruins and have a little chat with him. Flowey didn't even listen to him while he scratched up all the halfway important things that had happened the entire week. Snowdin was just too peaceful...as long as Flowey didn't attack. And boy... when he attacked he did it full force!
Well... by full force he ment that he would sneak up at unobserving monsters and strangle them. Most of his victims were asleep when Flowe got to them. After that he would feed of their remaining energy. His vines would grow thicker and stronger, he could move in near lightning speed. He always needed to kill a dozen monsters before he could fight Papyrus and even more when he faced Undine since she would never ever treat him softly.
He sighed.
"OH, DON'T BE DOWN, FLOWEY. YOU CAN COME WITH ME WHEN WE GO ICE SKATING AGAIN." Ah, it was this story again... "I COULD SHOW YOU HOW IT'S DONE SINCE I'M A MASTER AT ICE SKATING... BUT... EH... I THINK... LEGS... WOULD BE REQUIRED FOR THIS TASK..."
Papyrus smile fell for a second but was immediately replaced with an even bigger grin.
"I KNOW HOW TO SOLVE THIS GRUESOME PROBLEM! I'LL JUST PLACE YOU ON MY SHOULDER. THIS WAY YOU CAN COME WITH ME AND HAVE A LOT OF FUN!"
Flowey's eyebrow twitched with annoyance but he caught himself.
"That would be a wonderful idea, my friend. I don't mind leaving the soil for a couple of hours and with you carrying me I could see the whole Underground."
While he spoke a new and curious thought awoke in his brain.
Papyrus could carry him but... maybe... Flowey could decide where they would go...
"Papyrus, my friend, could we try that right now? I'm so excited!"
"WOWIE! YOU SURE ARE EXCITED.", he grinned back. And holding his hand down he added: "HOP ONTO MY HAND SO I CAN PUT YOU ON MY SHOULDER."
"I will. This is awesome!"
I took – as always – some effort to pull his roots out of the ground but after this is was easy to crawl onto the offered hand and let himself be raised up high. Flowey felt a bit shaky as he was placed on Papyrus' shoulder. It had been a long time since he'd been that high above the ground. Only years ago when Asgore had put Asriel on his shoulders and... He shook his head. Dumb memories. They weren't his anymore. He wasn't Asriel. He was Flowey. And crawling towards Papyrus' neck he decided that now was the time to try a new plan... With this he let himself slip into the neckline of the armor and fall between Papyrus' ribs.
"AH! FLOWEY! YOU NEED TO HOLD ON! WHERE ARE YOU, MY FRIEND? RAISE A PETAL SO I CAN PULL YOU OUT."
"...no...I think I like it in here..."
It was dark, a bit damp but kind of nice. After some moments Flowey's eyes had adjusted well enough to see the warm gloving of Papyrus' heart next to him.
Skeletons were strange monsters. They inherit their very own magic that let them walk, speak and eat without muscles or organs. Only their heart, the very embodyment of their entire soul and being was visible to the naked eye. This might be the real reason why Sans and Papyrus wore clothes. It must have been awkward to show it to the whole world. This way they were so vunerable... and right now Flowey used this for his plan.
"HA HA... YOU CAN'T STAY IN THERE FOREVER, FLOWEY."
Papyrus sounded a bit nervous as he stuck a hand beneath his armor to pull Flowey out but the flower shied away and crawled nearer to the heart.
"I can...and I think, I will."
"WHAT DO YOU -AAAAAAAAAAARGH!"
Papyrus scream echoed through the ruins as Flowey wraped his roots tightly around the skeleton's heart. The ends poked little holes in the soft fabric and made Papyrus scream even louder.
"Hold still, you idiot. I have to figure out how this works."
But Papyrus didn't stop shaking and whimpering and thrashing around on the ground where he had fallen.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! PLEASE! PLEASE STOP THAT! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? PLEASE, FLOWEY, I DON'T LIKE THIS. THIS ISN'T FUNNY ANYMORE!"
Flowey growled impatiently. Why wouldn't he shut up? Papyrus had lost the control over his soul so why could he still talk and move on his own? His pleas were annoying and Flowey had to fight the urge to simply crumble the heart into pieces so Papyrus would just. Shut. Up!
In a moment of desperation he shot a vine up along the neck and into Papyrus' skull where it rammed itself into his brain. Papyrus instantly stopped struggling and went silent. Flowey sighed. Had he killed the idiot? ...no. The heart was still intact, the chest moved in a mockery of breathing. Why did he breath in first place? He didn't have lungs and... well, he obviously had a brain. Otherwise Flowey didn't want to know what he had hit.
So what now?
Was he really able to move this body? Flowey let more vines creep up into Papyrus skull and nestle around the brain, poke it to see what would happen. He raised his head out of the armor to observe his tests. Randomly legs and arms twitched, the fingers clenched and the jaw opened to let out a shriek. He was a puppeteer with a brand new and rather complex puppet. He would find out how this could work and it would work just wonderful... if... if he could get Papyrus to stand up, make him move and speak normally before his scumbag brother came lookeing for him.
Sans.
That was someone Flowey wouldn't want to meet this soon. But he would love to later. A terrifying smile appeared on his face. Oh, the world was a sweet place. Not only that Flowey had a new toy and a new plan but he could also revenge himself on that lazy sack of bones for every single time he had died.
This was a wonderful idea.