Hey, it's me again. Don't expect daily updates, because I don't really plan on doing them, especially now that spring break is over. This story is longer than yesterdays, and more detailed, considering I literally made this up as I went. I hope you enjoy.
Shout out to Aranaagf for giving me a virtual cookie and stating that I made her laugh. That made feel good. Also shout out to Starryskys102, who asked for more, which is appreciated (Also, "skies" is spelled wrong in your name, but I think you know that). Lastly, shout out to "Lol Guest Name". Yes, yes, the summary is to the tune of Midnight Crew. I made it up on the spot, like this story today. Thank you all for reading this. Now, if only I could get this kind of action for my not humorous stories... (Hint hint nudge nudge wonk wonk).
Lethal Irony
Gloria was waiting outside of the monster x human school that her daughter was attending. Gosh dang was she not feeling well. Despite her pledge to not go out to that new monster restaurant, Grillby's Up Top, for a nightly drink, she still had a headache about as bad as good old fashioned hangover. It might have had something to do with that flaming bartender with the amazing mopping skills...
"Mom. Mom. Hey, mom. Mom?" Gloria blinked her droopy brown eyes and looked down at her kid, Mary, who she was picking up from art club before the PTA meeting.
"What. What. What is it. What?" Gloria responded in a voice that revealed how sick she felt.
Mary held up a small paper box for Gloria to see, oblivious to her mother's predicament. "When you go to the meeting today, can you give this to the head of the PTA? I heard he was a flower, so I thought he might like this..."
"Yeah, sure. That's fine." Gloria took the box and cradled it absently in one hand.
Mary grinned, "Thanks, mom." She turned away from Gloria and skipped inside towards the cafeteria, where the meeting was going to be held that day. Gloria sighed, rubbed her head with her free hand and followed her daughter slowly.
The two of them were close, really, but Gloria got tired very easily of the shenanigans that went on in her life ever since her husband left the state to go back to college. A little drink now and then helped to keep her sane, she told others when they asked. Mary herself, though a bit naive on occasion, was responsible and kept her mother under control, making sure to slowly decrease her mother's dependency. It was a sweet story, but it's not the one you came for.
They entered the cafeteria just in time for the meeting to start, though there was a slight delay because a monster, an angry doll the size of a small child, was causing a ruckus at the snack table.
"These lemon bars are awful!" It shrieked.
"Hey!" said Helen, the maker of said lemon bars.
Sans the skeleton, who was accompanied again by his kid, Frisk, was gently pulling the other monster away from the snacks. "Yes, Mad Dummy, everyone knows the bars are awful."
"I'm right here!" Helen whined.
"But you don't have to eat them if you don't like them. Just be chill."
The monster, dubbed Mad Dummy, grumbled angrily and hovered towards his seat at the meeting table next to the quiet ghost that always came to the meetings. Always.
"Okay, people, settle down," called Flowey, the head of the PTA. Today, his PTA pot consisted of a light blue tie sticker and a cartoony name tag that read, "Howdy. I'm Flowey. Flowey the Head of the PTA." He picked up the remote control for the red wagon toy he liked to travel in and revved the engine a bit for attention. Gloria sat next to Mary, who had sat next to Frisk and Sans. Mary nudged her mom with her shoulder and pointed to the box she was still holding.
"Oh, excuse me, Mr. Flowey," Gloria called, raising her hand. "My daughter brought something for you." Mary shrunk in her seat.
Flowey narrowed his eyes and nyoomed over to Gloria. "What is it?" he asked warily. Gloria shrugged and set the box in front of him, used to this behavior after weeks of meetings.
Flowey lifted the lid of the box and peeked inside. "Bzzz! Bzzz! BZZZ!" said the bee that came out of the box.
Flowey screamed bloody murder and toppled off of the wagon, dropping the controls so hard that the reverse switch activated and made the wagon ram into Helen's chest. The ghost who always came to meetings quietly moaned, "oh, nooo..." and floated into the ceiling while his cousin shouted at him to get his idiot-self back here this instant or no ghost desert.
"OH, GOLLY. OH, GEEZUMS. I'M ALLERGIC! GET IT AWAY!" Flowey shrieked, scrambling as well as he could in his pot with his vines, spilling dirt all over the table.
"Bzzz..." said the bee.
"EEEEYOOWW!" IT STUNG ME! IT STUNG MY VINE! IS IT PUFFY? DO I LOOK PUFFY?" Flowey wrapped the injured vine around Frisk's head to make sure they could see the wound properly, lifted them into the air, and started shaking them by the head. "DO I LOOK PUFFY?"
Sans grabbed the plant and the human and yelled, "For Pete's sake, could someone call a doctor already?!" Pete ran to the nearest landline.
"I'm sorry," Mary blubbered through her tears. "I thought... because he was a flower—"
"Don't cry," Frisk signed. "It was an honest mistake."
Mary continued to cry, Gloria doing her best to comfort her while she recaptured the bee in the box. It was going to take a lot of nice cream and cold beverages to fix the mental state of those involved.
Head canon I don't actually think #3: Asriel was allergic to bee stings, and the allergy remained when he became Flowey. Oh, cruel irony.
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