Flowey liked Cal. Just about everyone did. He had become fast friends with every monster he met. It reminded him of when bothe Chara then later Frisk fell. Just like them, he was so kind with everyone even when they weren't so kind in return. He knew how to make them laugh too. His jokes made everyone laugh harder than they had ever laughed before, which seemed to bother both of the Underground's resident comedians.
That didn't mean Flowey didn't notice what he was doing.
He saw the way Cal always seemed to find a way to physically insert himself between Sans and Frisk. He saw how he took every excuse to touch Frisk. He never touched her in a way that could be deemed 'sexual' but it was definitely more than was necessary. Sans was growing more and more aggravated by the human by the day, and more importantly, Frisk more and more uncomfortable.
Flowey had seen the way Cal looked at Frisk almost immediately and tried to nip it the bud with his speech about soul mates. Unfortunately, it looked like it was a waste of breath. Frisk wouldn't - couldn't- speak up and Cal didn't stop no matter how many times Sans snapped at him, usually accompanied by a flashing eye and dark joke. Cal just wasn't getting it, either that or he didn't care.
That was why Flowey had asked to speak to the human alone and away front prying ears. Asgore had invited everyone for dinner. Flowey was pretty sure the entire thing was an excuse to see Toriel again. Flowey was happy to see them in the same room. As Toriel's sanity slowly came back to her, their relationship was steadily getting better. It was a painfully slow process and Flowey wasn't a fool. He knew they may never truly be 'together' again. But he hoped they were at least able to be on friendly terms.
"What's up, Flowey?" Cal asked when they were alone. "It's something wrong?"
"No… well yes, actually. Look, I like you. But you need to back off a bit when it comes to Frisk," Flowey said.
"Did bonehead ask you to do this?" Cal asked.
"No. He doesn't know anything about this. I get you like her. I don't blame you. Everyone likes her on some level. There's gotta be something wrong with you if you don't. But she already has someone, and you need to respect that."
"Yeah, that lazy skeleton. Do you really think he deserves someone like her?" Cal asked. "I know I'm not the only one who thinks like that. The only one who seems to approve of their relationship is Asgore, and that's obit so he can use their relationship to his advantage. For all we know, Frisk could be unhappy and want out but can't say anything."
"She is happy with him, even if no one else wants to see it," Flowey said.
"How do you know? Did she tell you?"
"She doesn't have to. And Sans would never do anything to hurt her. If she were unhappy, he'd be the first to walk away," Flowey said. "But she isn't. I know it might be hard for you to understand. You don't know what it's like to have a soul mate."
"And you do?" Cal asked.
"Yes," Flowey said with a sad smile. "That bond… it is impossible to describe it with words. Frisk loves him. She wants to be with him. In the end, that's all that matters. You need to respect that."
Cal considered him for a moment.
"You know what? You're right. I'm sorry," Cal said. "Thank you. I'm… I'm gonna go apologize to them."
Flowey smiled worth relief.
"I am sorry. I know none of this is easy," Flowey said.
Cal nodded. Neither said another word as Cal went to rejoin the others. Flowey took a deep breath to calm himself. God, he promised himself he wouldn't cry.
"I miss you, Chara," he whispered. He felt a presence beside him. He looked, but no one was there. He jumped slightly when he felt something envelope him. He closed his eyes and smiled softly.
"You're here, aren't you Chara?" he said softly. Tears fell freely done his face. "Don't worry. I won't let them end up like us."
Flowey felt more than heard the words that followed and sent chills through his soul.
She is in danger. The human did not fall. He came for her.
There was a loud sound followed by angry screams. Flowey sunk into the ground and emerged in the dining hall almost in an instant. What he saw sent his mind reeling. Sans stood in a defensive position. His entire face was twisted in fury. Cal say only a couple of yards away. His back was against the wall and just above his head was a scorch mark that was no doubt caused by the Gaster Blaster that floated between the two.
Behind Sans was Frisk. She was curled up on the floor with her knees tucked under her chins. Flowey went to get side immediately. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped. She was shaking so violently her teeth chattered. Her eyes were wide from since unseen terror.
What the hell happened?
