Part two of my AU (that rhymes.) The first part was Frisk gaining Flowey as a new friend and this one is really Flowey accepting it. This dives more into Flowey's head than the first one did with Frisk that I really only noticed while editing.

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An awful chirping sound woke Flowey up. His petals pealed back from his face while he glared forward with tired loathing. Lifting his head from the sweater-pillow, the flower scowled in the direction the birds wouldn't shut up from. He knew what birds were, there had been the odd few in the underground. More must have flown down and – Flowey blinked. Oh right, he wasn't down there anymore.

Glancing around the room, Flowey thought back over what happened last night. He might have agreed, but he still wasn't sure this was a good idea. He was willing to give it a try though. At least for a little while. Much longer on his own and Flowey was sure he would have lost what little left he had of his sanity.

The room was pretty bright now, but the light was still off. It took a moment for Flowey to figure out what it was. Backing out of the sweater, he climbed out of the dirt and scuttled across the floor. Using his vines, the golden blossom pulled himself up onto the bed.

Once up, Flowey gave a quick glance to Frisk's sleeping form, and then turned towards his destination – the window. Making his way to the edge closest to the window sill, Flowey peeked over the side of the bed. He backed up a bit before moving as fast as his little roots would allow him and leapt at the window sill. His two front vines managed to catch the ledge. Digging in with his thorns, the small flower pulled himself up.

Once by the window, Flowey just looked out.

"Wow…" He'd only ever seen the surface world once before, and he'd been …. a little distracted at the time to really appreciate the sights. It was almost too bright outside. Other humans were walking up and down the sidewalk and the occasional one moved passed in a larger version of something that looked like Papyrus's race car bed. Those must have been what that was based on. The real versions.

"Hey, good morning."

Flowey nearly jumped at the sudden voice behind him. Turning around, he found Frisk stretching and sitting up.

"Sleep well?"

Flowey narrowed his eyes. "Why do you care?" He still couldn't understand how this girl could keep being so nice to him. After everything he'd done to her, to her friends, and yet no matter what she continued to treat him with kindness. He couldn't understand and it made him angry. She could still feel things that he couldn't because she still had her soul.

Frisk shrugged. "'Cuz I do. Did you sleep ok?"

"I slept fine!" Flowey spat.

"Good!" She smiled that cheerful smile again.

Flowey's petals lowered as he glared.

Frisk pushed her covers away and swung her legs out of bed, standing up. "Hungry?"

Golden petals somehow lowered even further as his eyes darted away from Frisk. He hadn't eaten anything since hours before Frisk came down to get him.

Rounding the bed, Frisk held her arm out for Flowey. "C'mon, let's get some breakfast first."

Flowey wanted to yell that he could get downstairs himself. But he was hungry. And he'd already used energy getting to the window. He really didn't want to get halfway there and have to ask for help. The plant growled and wrapped his vines around Frisk's wrist, climbing up her arm and perching himself on her shoulder.

Frisk laughed softly as she began heading downstairs. "I think you have a favorite riding spot."

"Shut up," Flowey grumbled under his breath. He didn't deny it though.

In the kitchen, Luna was reading the paper while drinking some coffee. Flowey's eyes shifted to the hollow black with red pupils he'd used last night, but otherwise stayed quiet.

"Morning, Mom!" Frisk greeted.

"Morning, Sweetie," Luna responded with a warm smile. It melted when she spot the flower.

Feeling the rising tension, Frisk quickly asked, "Hey, do we still have bacon?"

"Yeah. Bacon and eggs?"

Frisk nodded. "Yes please!" She sat down at the kitchen table while her mother moved to the fridge and then the stove. She placed her arm on the table, giving her shoulder companion a questioning smile. Flowey glared and stayed where he was.

A sizzling sound caught his attention.

Frisk stifled a snicker as the flower became increasingly interested in whatever Luna was doing by the stove.

Finally a plate was placed in front of the pair.

Flowey stretched his stem down to inspect the yellow mush and brown-ish red sticks that smelled absolutely tantalizing.

"Careful, it's hot," Frisk warned.

Flowey scoffed. He wasn't a baby. Climbing down the human's arm until he could reach the plate, he grabbed one of the sticks with a vine. With a small yelp, he threw it back down and cradled his burnt vine with another.

Standing from the table, Frisk rushed to wet a paper towel with cool water and then held it towards the flower.

He clutched his vine close to himself for a moment before finally holding it out to Frisk, who gently wrapped the wet cloth around it. Flowey winced at the initial touch, but the cold water erased any pain from the burn.

After a few minutes, Frisk sat back down at the table and picked up a piece of bacon. She held it up to Flowey. He backed away from it. "It's alright, it's cooled off enough now."

Although hesitating for a moment, the flower finally accepted the offered bacon with another vine. As soon as the bacon entered Flowey's mouth, his eyes snapped open as wide as they would go. It tasted good. He could tell instantly it wasn't made of magic like the food he was used to underground, but it tasted incredible.

Frisk wasn't able to get a single piece of bacon for herself. At least she was able to have some of the eggs.

Once dressed, Frisk took Flowey to go purchase some different fertilizer.

Flowey climbed up onto Frisk's head, trying to take in everything. The sun felt amazing, probably better than anything he'd ever felt. It was so warm and somehow gave him more energy. The small flower could easily grow used to life on the surface if this was something he could experience every day. Light just didn't reach underground. The cars were noisy and left awful smelling smoke. There were the occasional odd looks given to the two.

As Frisk made it further into town, Flowey became aware of just how many people lived here. Flowey's vines curled tighter in Frisk's hair.

"Are you ok?" Frisk asked, glancing up.

Flowey shook the thought out of his head, petals bouncing with the movement, and loosened his vines. "I'm fine."

"Is the crowd too much? We can sit somewhere quieter for a minute."

"I said: I'm. Fine," he practically growled.

Frisk sighed. "Ok, ok, nevermind."

Silence fell between them once more.

Trying his best to ignore the awful car exhaust, and the overwhelming amount of people, Flowey closed his eyes to just enjoy the sun.

Before he knew it, they were entering the garden shop. Opening his eyes and straightening up on Frisk's head, Flowey stayed quiet as Frisk found the fertilizers. Pushing bags aside, Frisk finally picked one up. "Ok, this one's just chemicals and vitamins. We'll get one bag for now, ok?"

Flowey nodded but otherwise stayed quite. He still didn't get why he even needed fertilizer. There was plenty of dirt everywhere! As soon as Frisk paid for the bag, the flower jabbed the human on the side of the head with a vine to get her attention. Frisk winced and looked up at the plant on her head.

"I wanna sit out in the sun before going back to your house."

"Yeah of course – it's your house now too, by the way."

Once they left the store, Frisk made her way to a nearby park in town. There was a section of the park that had similar or even the same type of golden flower that Flowey was. Something about this place made him feel …uneasy. That didn't stop him from climbing down her arm and rooting himself in the ground as soon as Frisk sat down by a tree, however.

Flowey tilted his head in confused annoyance. The dirt felt oddly empty. Turning towards the bag of fertilizer leaning against the tree, Flowey pulled at it for a moment before slashing it open with some thorns. He then climbed into it. It felt kind of like sitting in a vat of rejected chemicals and not as good as what he slept in that night, but it would do. "Move this more into the sun."

Standing, Frisk tugged the bag out from under the tree's shade.

Flowey let out a happy little sigh as the sun hit his petals. Looking around the little park, the sentient flower's eyes soon fell on the other golden flowers. Something bothered him about these flowers. They seemed strangely familiar to him. "Frisk, how close are we to Mt Ebott?"

"We walked home from it just last night." The human moved closer to the flower who didn't seem to notice he was beginning to breathe harder. "Hey, are you ok?"

Flowey shook his head. Shaking, he stumbled out of the fertilizer, but that wasn't it. The chemicals weren't helping but they weren't the problem. The flower was breathing, but it felt like he wasn't getting any air. He barely registered Frisk lifting him from the ground. He could almost hear the angry voices demanding for the death of the beast that killed the child. He could almost see the pitchforks and other weapons. He could almost hear Chara yelling at him to fight back or he was going to die. A loud bang followed by a sharp pain in his furry body. Followed shortly after by sharp things flying into him. Staggering over some flowers, the seeds sticking to his feet and torn clothing as he crawled back underground.

The next thing Flowey registered was a cold cloth on his face. Blinking blurry and unfocused eyes, he finally noticed the blue fuzzy blob in front of him. Her mouth was moving but he couldn't make anything out just yet. Shutting his eyes, the flower focused on trying to steady his breathing.

"….wey, hey, Flowey, you ok?"

Flowey opened his eyes and looked up at the human. Her eyebrows were knit together, face almost radiating concern. He took a few more deep breathes. At least the tremors had stopped. "I-I'm ok, Chara… – Frisk! Frisk, I meant Frisk."

Soft fingers gently stroked his top petals. "Flowey, what happened? I've never seen a panic attack quite like that before."

Flowey's petals lowered, but he didn't say anything. He only shook his head.

Frisk carefully lifted Flowey into a gentle hug. The flower watched her warily the whole time. "I want you to be comfortable living up here. When you're ready please tell me what happened. Or at least what caused it so it doesn't happen again."

Flowey let himself be held, but he glared at Frisk's shoulder. He couldn't feel anything other than the physical hug. He couldn't understand why she was hugging him. "Why? Why do you have to be so …nice to me? Don't you have anything better to do?"

"You're my friend, Flowey. There doesn't need to be a reason to be there for your friends."

Flowey fell silent, letting Frisk hug him for another moment before squirming up and onto her head. "I don't wanna go back to that park."

"There's another on the other side of town," Frisk offered.

Flowey perked up at that, his petals lifting again finally.

Frisk smiled up at the flower. "It's a bit of a walk, but we can take a bus there today if you want." Flowey nodded. "Oh! Wait here for a bit." Reaching up, the girl lifted the blossom from her head. She held him carefully. "I left your new fertilizer there, lemme-"

"Leave it. I didn't like it," Flowey grimaced. "The chemicals made me kinda sick." He looked away and Frisk could've sworn he looked embarrassed. His little white cheeks were even slightly pink. "I'll stick to the stuff you made me sleep in last night."

Frisk's lips curled up in a grin that soon became a string of giggles. "You've changed your mind on it." It wasn't even a question.

Flowey's petals flattened but his cheeks only became pinker. "Shut up, idiot."

"Want me to bring some to the park across town? I couldn't help but notice you reject the regular dirt." Bubbly giggles still left her.

Flowey nodded while glaring icy daggers at the human.

Sprinting upstairs, Frisk filled one of the flowerpots with fertilizer. And mere moments after, Flowey climbed into it.

"You make one comment or giggle and you're getting a pellet to the face."

Frisk held up a hand defensively, though she was still grinning. "Easy. I'm just glad I got something you like."

Flowey huffed as Frisk carried the flowerpot downstairs and out to the nearest bus stop.

The bus ride was silent, something the flower needed. Raising a vine out of the fertilizer, he rested his head on it as someone would their arm. It was only a matter of time before the others found out he was on the surface as well. Flowey didn't know which way he'd prefer: meeting up with them in small groups, or all at once – like ripping off a band aide. Just get it over with.

Frisk finally stepped off the bus. Flowey straightened his stem, and lowered his vine back into the soil. More trees and flowers adorned this park, but none of them were golden. Finding a sunny spot, the human sat down and placed the pot down next to her.

Flowey stretched his stem up towards the light. He blamed his floral-body for craving it like this but gosh darn did it feel nice. And now, without queasiness from the chemical fertilizer or that other park triggering memories he never wanted again, Flowey closed his eyes, fully relaxing.

Frisk broke the silence. "So what does sunlight feel like to a flower?"

Flowey opened his eyes, turning to the human. She had at some point shifted to laying on her stomach, leaning her head on her hands while facing the flower. She looked like a child waiting for 'storytime.' Her face showed pure curiosity. He knew that expression well. Looking away, Flowey tried to find the right words. "It's kinda…. It's kinda like being surrounded by the warm tingly buzz of healing magic but better. It feels like it's soaking in through my petals and stem, going all the way down to my roots. Like a full body massage of warmth and energy."

"Wow! No wonder photosynthesis is so good for plants!"

The flower raised his eyebrows. "There's a name for it?"

Frisk nodded. "Yeah! It's actually why I asked if you ate food because normally that's how plants 'eat.'"

Flowey cringed. "I'll stick to eating by actually tasting things." Sighing, he turned his attention back upward. "The sun will help when meeting the others again."

Frisk pushed herself up to her knees. "Yeah?" She was grinning again. Flowey didn't even have to look to know, he could hear it in her voice.

Flowey raised two vines out of his fertilizer in what looked like a shrug. "It's only a matter of time anyway if I'm living with you now." He dipped his vines back down into the soil. "I won't attack them, but make sure they don't attack me. Some of them might remember me stealing everyone's souls a month ago."

The human beamed. "Don't worry!"

"You keep smiling like that you're gunna break your teeth."

Chuckling, the girl moved to lay on her back next to the flowerpot, folding her arms under her head.

Sighing, Flowey relaxed in the warmth of the sun. This and that bacon from earlier made up for the annoyances that came with becoming this human's roommate. The fertilizer as well. Maybe. He still wasn't fond of what it was actually made from – yuck – but it sure made his roots feel nice.

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The reason Frisk didn't remember why a patch of golden flowers might be triggering for Flowey is because honestly at the time, she didn't remember that story. It was a month ago and she was about to face someone she'd been told was both nice but also who would kill her. She was listening to it but at the moment she really didn't remember it.

On a side note: Flowey x Bacon is the true OTP