Welp, here we are, chapter 4! There was a scene that I wished I would have included (It'll have to be in this chapter) last time. Thanks to WiggleTron9000 for a amazing review!
ALSO! Sometime before the publication of chapter 10, I will be changing my username to GamerWires627. It'll probably happen between 7 and 10, most possibly between 8 and 9.
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(About Deltarune, I'm planning a short story for it soon, be prepped for that)
"You know..." Flowey squinted at Julia. "You remind me of someone." They pointed at her across the table.
Julia shrugged and leaned back in her seat. "Do tell."
Food had been eaten. Secrets been shared. Conversations been had. Puns were made. Groans were sounded. You know, just your regular 13-year-old drama. I heard Sadie and Ashton used to date in sixth grade. I heard from Gabby who heard from Olivia who heard from Hailey who heard from Lindsay who heard from Libby who heard from Audrey who heard from Elana that Tracy dated Ryan once! I heard Betty and MK are more than just friends! What if's and I heard's and That's a rumor's.
Frisk shook her head and leaned against Max with a smile. Guess they picked up on the Sans-Julia connection too.
Grillby's new restaurant had the same comforting atmosphere as the old one. The regulars from the Underground were still there (every single one, at the moment), but nowadays, a few humans also seemed to like the place. Grillby himself was at the bar, just like he usually was. The group had all squeezed into a corner booth, so that there would be enough room for all of them- Frisk, Flowey, Max, Julia, Elliot, Alex, and Bella- making seven in total.
"I just can't put my finger on it," they grumbled. "It's annoying me."
"Sans. She's like Sans," Frisk interjected.
"Yes! Sans!" Flowey slammed a hand down on the table. Then they scrunched up their nose and eyebrows. "Ew. Sans."
Julia snorted. "What's wrong with this Sans guy?"
"Nothing, really. He's just like you. Flowey just..." Frisk shrugged. "Doesn't like him."
Flowey rolled their eyes. "You know exactly why I don't like him, Frisk."
"So..." Alex began. "Not to be rude, but, uh... what's your story, Flowey? Are you like, Frisk's long-lost sister or something?"
"Well... no." Flowey blinked. "I'm not Frisk's sister. If anything, I guess you could call me their sibling. And besides, I'm just a monster who came up from the Underground."
Bella smirked and leaned forward. "Come on. That's an easy-ass lie to see through. For one, you definitely look human. Two, school started a month ago, like, where have you been?" She met their eyes daringly. "You got some secrets in there, don'tcha?"
Flowey returned the gesture confidently, with a straightening of their posture and folding their hands on the table. "Well, you're right about that. But I'm not going to tell just anyone all my secrets."
Bella shrugged. "Fair enough."
Eventually, after some more smalltalk and Max asking for the bill from a passing waittress (yup, Grillby got two waittresses), Frisk laid a hand down on the table. "So... after we pay, we'll all go our seperate ways, right? Because me and Flowey need to go shopping, plus introduce them to the rest of the family..."
Elliot furrowed his eyebrows. "I am... not even going to ask why you have to introduce them."
Paying happened with no fuss, and now Frisk and Flowey were on their way back home so Frisk could get Sans to shortcut them to the mall. To be honest, Frisk was slightly dreading having to re-introduce Flowey and Sans...
But Frisk and Flowey came back quickly, and Sans was no longer on the couch. Instead, he was standing in the kitchen, holding a broken blue pen and glaring at a shotglass. "Hey, kiddo. Who's the new friend?" His tone was frustrated, but he turned away from what he was doing and calmed his expression.
"Um..." Frisk bit her lip.
"Aw, you really don't remember me, Smiley Trashbag?" They stuck their tongue out at him.
Sans chucked the broken pen at Flowey's face in an 'I don't care, you absolute piece of shit' fashion, missing by a long shot. "You are so lucky I'm too tired to kill you," he growled. "What the fuck are you doing here, shit flower? And why are you not a flower?"
"It's a little something called a 'mixed SOUL'. Pretty cool, actually, even if it originally hurt like hell," they said. They seemed to think Frisk couldn't tell that they visibly wilted (ha) after the comments. "And I am here because Frisk was such a dear and decided to rescue me from the absolute hellhole that is the Underground."
Sans gave Frisk an annoyed glance. "Undyne, Papyrus, Alphys, and Mettaton will be home soon. Toriel came home half an hour ago. Now, let me get back to throwing my pen into a shotglass."
"...What?" Frisk cocked her head to the side.
"You heard me."
"Actually..." Frisk began, stopping him before he went to go get a new pen. "We were actually hoping you'd give us a shortcut to the mall...?"
Sans turned around to look at the two thirteen-year-olds. He seemed to squint at Flowey for a moment before sighing and nodding. "Alright. Guess you need me to throw you a bone here..."
Frisk giggled, Flowey groaned. Sans outstretched his arms, gesturing for each of them to take a hand. "Come on, you two." Frisk, used to using his shortcuts, grabbed his hand with no hesitation, while Flowey only did so after copious amounts of eye-rolling.
With a zip, a zap, and a little bit of cyan magic, they were there, standing in front of the local mall. Frisk let go of Sans and grabbed Flowey's hand excitedly, dragging them along, unknowingly ripping them away from Sans.
"Hey, Frisk? I need to tell you something real quick," Sans called.
Frisk let go of Flowey hesitantly and headed back. "What is it?" she asked him.
"I don't trust him," Sans said simply. "Are you sure it was a good idea to bring him up?"
"Yeah. They deserve a happy ending, just like the rest of us." Now Frisk was the one rolling her eyes.
Sans and Frisk locked eyes for a moment before Sans backed down, looking away sheepishly. "Well, I ain't about to argue with ya about him." He shoved his hands into the pockets of his blue jacket with fur on the hood, the jacket he always wore. She didn't know why he was so attached to it, but it wasn't the time to ask. "See ya on the flipside, Frisk."
"Bye."
Frisk turned away as Sans used another shortcut, and then she met up with Flowey. Then she realized she'd never mentioned Flowey's pronouns to Sans, and he'd kept using male ones. She took out her cell phone and began to text him.
You: Flowey uses they/them btw
A few moments later, he texted back.
Skelepun: k
Frisk put her phone back in her pocket (yes, her skirt had pockets, that's why she loved that skirt) and met Flowey's eyes. "So, let's go!" She grabbed them by the hand again and dragged them inside. They barely put up a fight.
In no time, the duo were standing inside the main hall of the shopping mall. "So, where do you want to go first?" she asked.
They shrugged. "I think we should go for clothes first. I mean, what else would we be here for?"
"There's other stuff to do at the mall, Flowey," Frisk mentioned. "But, okay. I mean, you can't mooch off my clothes forever..."
Frisk led them to the place she usually went to for her clothes. It was a pretty popular place among the girls and the (admittedly, few in retrospect) boys that didn't dress in only Under Armour or something.
"Hm."
Flowey started gravitating towards the flowier, baggier clothes (noticeably, in the women's section). They fingered a white sweater, then checked the tags. "You think a small would fit?" They looked up at Frisk to see her reaction.
Frisk frowned slightly, sizing them up in her mind. "You might wanna go for extra small."
"'Kay." Flowey found the size they were looking for, then draped it over their arm. Then they looked up at Frisk. "What, are you just going to stare at me while I shop? Go find your own stuff."
Frisk turned sharply on her heel. "Right!" Some of my clothes have been getting small on me, anyway. She glanced over her shoulder to see Flowey hold the sweater up to their chest to try and judge if it would fit.
Hope they find stuff they like...
Frisk crossed her legs. She liked the shortalls she'd picked out, plus the sweaters and shirts, the blue overall dress, and a cute light purple dress with some really cool sleeves- the sleeves were down on her upper arms, and there were thin straps holding the dress up. She was wearing it now.
Now she was waiting for Flowey to come out of the dressing room. They'd held enough clothes up to them to know that 'very small' was very similar among the different kinds of clothes they picked. All they had to do now was try on a few outfits.
The door creaked open and out came the blond themself, wearing the white sweater- actually, looking a little closer to cream in this lighting- and faded skinny jeans. Even the very small seemed to be just barely too big in the sweater terms- the jeans looked perfect. They admired themself in the mirror for a moment, and Frisk noticed they'd tied the ribbon into their hair instead, now a bow on the left side of their head.
"Do you like the stuff you got?" she asked.
Without looking at her, Flowey nodded. "Yeah, I like..."
"Well, get changed, and we'll go."
Flowey walked back into the dressing room, and Frisk did the same. It didn't take her long to change back, so she was stuck waiting again.
"Can we hit the makeup store?" asked Frisk. "I have scars I need to cover and I'm running low. Besides, maybe you'll find something for yourself."
"Fine," they muttered, back in their sky-blue sweater, black-leggings combo. She had to say, they actually looked kind of cute like that.
Inside the makeup store, Flowey just let Frisk find her concealer and held the shopping bags (which she was greatful for). But then she heard some sort of commotion coming from the other side of the story.
"Come on!" some girl with bleached blond hair was whining.
A black girl with box braids was rolling her eyes in the background. "Let's just go, Lin," she said, pulling a girl with curly light brown hair along with her out of the store. "Don't wanna be here for Tracy's temper tantrum..."
Flowey was standing by the eyeliner while Frisk tried to block out the sounds of Tracy Dawson, resident basic bitch, throwing a temper tantrum. Tracy was a huge annoyance, bitch, and mean girl. Some entitled rich kid, you know?
"Why don't you have the foundation in my skin tone?!" she was screaming at the poor employee. Libby Knoph, one of her lackeys, didn't seem to care. Instead, she was gazing through the giant store window across the mall at the food court. Libby was thin- a requirement to be in Tracy's group. She was probably hungry. Libby had long, wavy, dark brown hair, freckles, and hot pink highlights in her hair. Pale green eyes complimented with some paler green eyeshadow. Surprisingly, she could pull it off.
Frisk was beginning to get tired of hearing Tracy whine, and her prayers were half-answered when she let out one finally loud one, then started storming towards Frisk. She was going for concealer. Oh, fuck.
Tracy began scanning the colors. Then she saw Frisk's hand, with the chipped blue nail polish she'd insulted just this morning. "Hey, it's you."
Frisk pretended to be deaf.
"What are you? Tranny or a crossdresser? I'm betting on crossdresser, I've never seen you wear makeup a day in your life."
Her words hit Frisk like a brick wall. Oh, please, she really didn't need some asshat misgendering her, but here she was, in the same damn room as Tracy fucking Dawson.
Gabby Chase, another one of Tracy's lackeys, popped up, along with Olivia Last Name Unknown and Anna Kessler. Anna was the only one of note- long black hair straight down her back like a sheet, deep brown eyes, and eyeliner and mascara on fleek, yet the blue eyeshadow ruined it. She wore a pink cropped hoodie and leggings. Sure, Gabby was a ginger (she was allowed for straightening her hair) and Olivia was a natural blond, but it didn't matter. Everyone except for Libby didn't seem to know how to do makeup right.
"Who's bro is this? He's so ugly, he'd never pass for a girl," Olivia snickered.
Libby had a small white purse to go with her white sweater (sleeves reached all the way to her knuckles) tucked into her purple skirt with black transparent tights and ankle boots. She held it to her side, slipping out of the store with just some mascara. Then she made a beeline for the food court.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!" Tracy yelled. Frisk was jolted back into reality. She nearly folded in on herself, after realizing the situation again. "Why do we got a boy buying makeup?"
"Because Frisk isn't a boy," Flowey retorted. "She is my sister." They stepped in between Tracy and Frisk.
Tracy rolled her eyes. "And who the fuck are you? I've never seen you at school."
"Howdy! My name is Flowey. Flowey Dreemurr," they said, extending a hand with a fake smile. "I'm Frisk's sibling, but I'm homeschooled. I'm thinking about tranferring to your school, though."
Tracy rolled her eyes exaggeratedly. "Whatever. I don't care. So why is your tranny brother buying makeup, then? Can't he just use yours?"
"Uh... no. She can't." Flowey blinked. "First of all, I don't have any. Second of all, we have veeeeery different skin tones..." That was true. Flowey was quite pale.
Gabby laughed. "What kind of girl doesn't have makeup?" she laughed.
Flowey kept smiling. "Well, I'm not a girl. And we're not here for me, anyway."
Anna turned up her nose. "So you're the crossdresser?"
"I'm not a boy, either," they stated.
"So you're a special snowflake?" Gabby stated.
"Nope!" They folded their hands behind them. "I'm nonbinary. I use they/them pronouns." Frisk could tell they were getting tired of the nice act.
Tracy rolled her eyes again and jabbed Flowey in the chest with a long, manicured nail. "Listen here, weirdo. You look like a girl, you are, like, a fucking girl. So you're his sister."
By now, Frisk had found her concealer and picked up a mascara. When no one was looking, she grabbed that eyeliner Flowey had been looking at, and then went to go buy it while they settled the situation. The cashier said nothing, all he did was nod sadly in the direction of the popular girls. When Frisk got back, the situation had gone to absolute shit.
"You are gonna be sorry tomorrow at school!" Tracy screamed, pointing at Flowey aggressively.
"Sorry, I don't attend clown school like you four," they retorted. "Just look at the shit all over your faces," they hissed.
Frisk grabbed the bags and then, with her free hand, took Flowey's hand. "Let's go," she murmured.
And then they were off, out of the store in one fell swoop. She hoped they didn't see the tears welling in her eyes as she texted Sans to come pick them up.
Coming back, Frisk let go of Sans's hand a lot faster than normally. She set down her bags by the door and went straight upstairs, leaving Flowey and Sans in the kitchen.
Of course, Sans's first instinct was to turn to Flowey. "What did you do?"
Flowey put their hands up in an 'I surrender' position. "I didn't do anything! Some bitches at the makeup store did, though."
Sans frowned. "What did they say?" He shoved his hands into the pockets of his black basketball shorts, a habit he seemed to never have broken...
"They misgendered Frisk and called her a slur," they responded. "I swear, I didn't do anything. In fact, I defended her!"
Sans looked away from them. "Listen," he sighed. "I still don't trust you. So what I'm gonna do, is I'm gonna introduce you to Toriel. And I'm gonna tell her the truth."
Beat.
"What do you mean... 'the truth?'" Flowey asked cautiously.
"That you're really a flower and you've done bad things," Sans answered. "I'm gonna tell her you need a place to be. That you're 'looking for redemption' or some shit."
Beat.
He doesn't know.
"Hey, what's with that face?" Sans asked. "Come on, don't wilt on me now."
He doesn't know who I really am, Flowey thought. He doesn't remember me.
"While that sounds lovely," they said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "I think I should go upstairs and comfort Frisk." They held their arm, almost like they were hurt, and then began to go up the stairs like they said they would. "You can tell Toriel whatever you want about me."
Flowey didn't bother to stick around and see Sans's reaction, they only knew that he probably left to go find Toriel and tell her all about them. When they reached the top of the stairs, they turned right to go into Frisk's room. The door was just barely cracked open, so they quietly let themself in.
"Frisk?"
She was laying on her stomach on the bed, face pressed into a fluffy purple pillow. Her entire bed was purple, except for the small, light brown stuffed bunny on the white regular pillows. She turned her head when she heard their voice. She didn't speak. Instead, she lifted her hands for sign language, signing something shakily.
'Hi. What's up?'
Flowey frowned at her, sitting on the side of the bed and kicking their shoes off. "Frisk, don't pretend everything is okay. You ran up here crying."
Frisk seemed a bit surprised. 'You understand sign language?' she signed, sitting up.
They scoffed. "'Course I do. I can only fingerspell, though." They scooted a bit closer to Frisk. "Do you... wanna talk about it?"
She took a minute before wiping away tears and signing again. 'No, I'll be fine...'
Flowey gave her a warm smile. "Okay-"
"Hey, shit flower!" Sans hollered up the stairs. "Get down here!"
"Fuckin' Sans..." they grumbled. They stood up, rolled their eyes, and headed out of the room. They paused in the doorway to glance back at Frisk, but only for a moment. Then they started downstairs.
Toriel was standing there, smiling kindly. "Hello, my child. I am Toriel."
"Howdy," they said simply.
She began to walk over to the kitchen table. "I have your forms on the table here. We will need to fill them out before we can register you for school."
Forms?
Frisk seemed to materialize out of thin air next to them on the stairs. 'All the monsters had to fill out basic information forms when they came to the surface,' she signed, seeing the confusion ridden on their face. She led them to the table in the chair closest to the wall, leaving the chair in between herself and Toriel for Flowey.
They sat down, as implied, and Toriel began to explain the papers. Sans was there, watching from a distance, suspicious of anything Flowey did apparently.
"What's your name?" she asked, pointing with the pen to the area on the paper.
"Flowey."
"Last name?"
"...Dreemurr, I guess," they mumbled.
"O-Oh..." She probably thinks I 'already consider myself her child'.
"Um, date of birth?" she asked, putting her current feelings aside.
"...April 15."
"I need the year as well, my child."
"2011."
After doing the math in her head, "You're only seven?!" she exclaimed.
"No, not technically," they said quickly. "My type of monster ages a lot differently than humans and most other monsters do," they lied.
"I see."
"Physically, I'm about 13 in human terms."
The rest of the sheet was filled out, and then they all went down the split-level stairs for the computer in what seemed to be a mix of an office and second living room to register Flowey for school. The blond just sat back and let Toriel do it all, since they were pretty uninterested in school as a whole.
"Flowey?"
"Hm?"
"I need you to pick your electives, and if you'd like to be in any advanced classes." Toriel backed away from the computer, letting Flowey roll up to it in the office chair. They raised their right hand to the mouse and propped their head up with the left, elbow on the desk.
It didn't take them long, and they ended with a schedule that went Computers, Study Hall, Advanced English, Advanced Literature, Lunch and Homeroom, Advanced Science, Algebra, and then finally regular old Social Studies.
"You got some advanced classes..." Frisk murmured, leaning over their shoulder. "Except for Social Studies with Mr. Anderson. Hey, I'm in that class too..."
"Huh. Anyway, I'm beat." They jumped out of the chair, ignoring Toriel, Sans, and Frisk's odd looks at them. "I think I'm gonna go settle in upstairs. Later Trashbag, Frisk, Tori."
Once they were heading up the stairs to the room Flowey guessed they shared with Frisk now, they cringed at realizing they had just called their mother 'Tori'.
When Flowey reached the bedroom, they picked up their drawstring bag and set it on the bed. As they opened it, Frisk came in and laid on her stomach on the bed, head resting on the fluffy purple pillow.
The first thing they took out was the Miku Hatsune figurine. That went on the dresser. Then, the knife. Flowey and Frisk locked eyes before Flowey just decided to put it back in the bag. Next was the locket. Flowey quickly put it on and tucked it under their sweater, so that it was not visible.
The last thing was the light yellow baby blanket. "Was that... Asriel's?" Frisk asked.
Flowey looked over at her. "Yeah... It was actually the first thing I went to go find after I got the human form thing." They balled it up and tossed it at her head. "It's comforting, I guess."
Then they joined her laying on the bed, flopping onto their back just after tossing the bag with the knife in it across the room. She put the baby blanket on their face playfully.
"Rude."
She snickered, and then it was silent again.
Silent until her soft voice came again. "What was that thing earlier? The thing that chased us?"
"Nothing you need to worry about. It can't leave the Underground," they assured her. At least, it shouldn't be able to...
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