Chapter 10:
Flowey's P.O.V- third person
Flowey giggled at the look on the skeletons face. It was so funny!
"What?" he asked, smirking. "Did you really think the prince was gone?" he then laughed. "Please."
Sans was shocked, to say the least. Flowey was once Prince Asriel? That seems like something you'd find in a game. Sans shook his head.
"You'll forgive me if I don't believe you, bud, but that story seems rather far-fetched, don't you think?" Flowey glared at the skeleton.
"You see, this is why I never told anyone," he said in clear annoyance. "They'd either be so overjoyed they'd have a bloody heart attack, or they wouldn't believe me." Sans gazed at the flower. Flowey felt his gaze and looked up.
"What?" he snapped. Sans started.
"If you're telling the truth, which I kinda doubt," Sans said slowly. "Why didn't you tell Toriel or Asgore who you once were?" Flowey huffed in annoyance.
"While I would love to see the two of them in tears when they realize what their 'son' had done," Flowey said, giving his version or air quotes. "Part of me wouldn't be able to stand it if they were disappointed in me." Flowey gave a bitter laugh. "I guess I'm more like Asriel then I thought." Flowey sighed, and looked up at the skeletal monster.
"Do me a favor, smiley trashbag, and play that music box, will you?" he asked, then yawned. "I'm tired." Sans did as he was asked, though he questioned why Flowey needed the music box to sleep. The said flower glared at him.
"Because its not high on my 'to-do-list' to wake up screaming bloody murder every time I fall asleep." he snapped. Sans felt a wave of sympathy wash over him. He could relate to waking up screaming, memories of bad times *cough cough* genocide run *cough cough* running through his head.
The comedic skeleton wound up the music box, and let it play.
Almost immediately, Flowey's posture slumped, and his eyes drooped. Sans raised an eyebrow, or lack thereof. He didn't know the music box knocked out the buttercup out THAT easily. Useful information, useful information.
Flowey woke up thirty minutes later, non-delirious. He noticed Sans staring at him, and felt a wave of panic wash over him. Did he spill any secrets while he was delirious?
"What do you want?" Flowey asked, blinking sleep out of his eyes. Sans leaned forward.
"Nothing, I was just wondering how the sweet fun-loving child of Toriel and Asgore could turn into an evil, murderous flower like you." he said, not missing a beat. Flowey felt his breathing quicken.
"What-what do you mean?" he asked, trying and failing miserably to hide the growing panic in his voice. Sans shrugged.
"Oh, nothing, just the fact that you're Prince Asriel." Sans gave him a pointed glare, and Flowey felt his carefully constructed mask crumble.
"D-don't tell anyone," he warned, more like begged the skeleton. "If- if you do, I'lL kIlL evEyonE YoU LOvE." Flowey began to hyperventilate.
"Calm down, I ain't planning on telling anyone," Sans said, though that did little to settle the flower's growing paranoia. Sans sighed, and quickly played the music box, efficiently calming Flowey down. The said sighed.
"You've got questions, don't you." It wasn't a question, it was more of a statement. Sans shrugged.
"Well I do, tibia honest, though if you don't wanna answer them, I understand." Flowey gazed at him incredulously, and Sans chuckled.
"Hey, you're not the only one with deep dark secrets," he said. "I've had my fair share of keeping secrets." Flowey sighed again.
"What do you want to know?" he asked in a monotone. Sans hesitated.
"I don't get it," he said finally. "The Asriel I was told about always seemed to have such a peaceful way of living. How come you seem perfectly ok with killing?" Flowey kneaded his forehead with his leaves.
"Its because I don't care," he said finally. "I don't have what you people call a conscience, more commonly known as a SOUL. I could kill you all right now and not loose an ounce of sleep over it." Flowey smiled a twisted grin. "i'vE DONe iT bEfoRe, AftEr ALl." Sans shuddered. Flowey sighed suddenly.
"Alphys proved that monsters don't need a SOUL to survive, they can thrive of DETERMINATION instead," he said. "Sadly, the thing that proved that, is me. And while DETERMINATION is life-sustaining, its a SOUL that really makes life worth living. Because without a SOUL-"
"You get no emotions," Sans realized. Flowey nodded.
"Exactly," he said, then sighed. "I guess that's why I reset the timeline so much. Without many emotions, life gets boring after a while. Like I've literally got 4 emotions: anger, sadness, boredom, and fear. Not exactly a plethora." Flowey laughed a bit.
"You know, I think this is the most I've ever talking about my feelings, or lack thereof," he said. "Kinda depressing, really." Sans shrugged.
"Not exactly," he said. "Its not like you really had anyone to talk to before." Flowey shrugged.
"I guess." he said, then cracked a smile. "You know, I actually don't mind talking to you." Sans raised an eyebrow.
"Is that a complement?" he asked. Flowey laughed.
"Trust me," he said. "In my books, that's the biggest complement I can give without lying." Flowey looked at Sans.
"But seriously though, don't tell anyone," he said. "I'll be really mad if you do."
"Don't worry, your secrets safe with me, bud." he said. Flowey groaned.
"For the love of- will you stop with those puns?" The enraged flower asked furiously. "They're driving me up the wall!" Sans smirked.
"Again, so glad we got to the root of the problem." Flowey glared at the skeleton.
"Bite me." he hissed. Sans snickered.
"I would, but I'm not a vegetarian.
"AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Sans burst into laughter just as Papyrus ran into the room. He glared at his older brother.
"SANS!" the taller yet younger skeleton scolded his brother. "WHY MUST YOU PLAGUE MY LIFE WITH YOUR PUNS?!" Flowey stopped his screaming momentarily to look at Papyrus.
"You hate them to?" he asked. Papyrus nodded furiously. Flowey breathed a fake sigh of relief.
"Finally, someone I can relate to!" The smaller flower exclaimed. The two proceed to laugh, though Sans now knew that the golden buttercup was faking it.
Sans wondered how long Flowey had been stuck as a flower, and how he had managed to retain his sanity in that time.
Then Sans realized he hadn't.
Sans looked at the little flower. He couldn't help feeling sorry for him. How long had Flowey been a flower? Sans made a mental note to ask him later.
The peaceful mood was shattered suddenly when Papyrus announced that he was going to go make some spaghetti. The excitable skeleton ran off. Sans chuckled at the look of horror on Flowey's face.
"Do I haaaaaaaaaaaave to eat it?" he asked. Sans shrugged.
"If you can get away with it, then no." he said. A devilish smile came over Flowey's face, and Sans felt a shiver run down his spine.
"Then can I-"
"No Flowey, you cannot turn Papyrus to dust."
"...Oh."
...
Hmm.
That expression...
That's the expression of someone who's read the excuses/sorrys of not updating 6 times already.
That's the number of fingers on a mutant hand.
But soon...
...
I'msorryfornotupdating.
There, I said it.
Moving on...
I've got good news, everyone!
PTA Flowey is coming up! Yay! *throws confetti in the air* Only 1 or 2 more chapters!Are you guys excited?
Again, sorry for the shorter chapter, I was on a time limit to finish this chapter and post it.
Anyways:
Au revoir, little biscuits!