It's been three thousand years... a PTA Undertale fanfic!

So yeah I'm back. For today. It's the last day of Fall Break for me, so I knew I needed to write something. I remember someone asking about Flowey calling Toriel and Asgore mom and dad, so this came up. I hope you like it. See you at the bottom of the page.

OH! And fair warning: There are some spoilers for the pacifist route of Undertale, but if you've been reading this, then you probably already know most of this. Still, just warning you.


Chapter 33: Flowey's Secret

Mary put her notebook in her backpack as soon as the final bell of the day rang. She was a girl on a mission. She checked to see if her weapon was still in the smallest pocket of her bag, and nodded when she found it just as it was when she checked after her previous class. Then, she hurried to the teacher's lounge.

She was early, which fit right in with her plan. Flowey, Flowey the head of the PTA, was alone in the room, sitting in his Flowey pot and shiny red wagon, flipping through the folder next to him. He glanced up when she entered the room.

"Oh, hey, Mary," he said, returning his gaze to the folder. Mary took out her weapon in a noticeably loud way, drawing Flowey's attention. He gasped. "I-is that... an Ebott Bar?"

Mary nodded and held up the dark chocolate candy bar, still in its wrapper.

Flowey licked his lips (do flowers have lips?), and reached his leaves in her direction. "I have no qualms about taking candy from children. Gimme."

Mary laughed and waved the bar tantalizingly. "I'll share it with you..."

"Good. Now gimme."

"Buuuut," Mary stopped waving the candy. "I want to know something about you."

Flowey sighed and ruffled his petals. "What's there to know? I'm a morally gray, soulless flower who runs the PTA with the help of president Temmie."

"Actually, that's what I want to talk to you about."

"What, me and Temmie?"

"No, being a soulless flower."

Flowey looked pensive. "I can't help but feel you're a bit young to learn about the nature of souls."

"Frisk learned about it."

"Well, yeah, but... oh, alright, fine. What do you want to know?"

"Well, it's less about you and more about your parents."

Flowey stopped moving for a bit, not quite looking at Mary. Finally, he blinked and focused his gaze. "I probably should have expected this question, but I figured it would be from a parent or teacher, not a student." He closed his folder and gestured for Mary to come closer.

"Why do you call Ms. Toriel and Mr. Dreemurr your mom and dad?" She asked as soon as she was close.

"Where to begin," Flowey pondered aloud. "I suppose I should start with the history of the monster royal family."

"Long ago, two races ruled over Earth: humans and monsters. One day, war broke out between the two races. In the end, the humans were victorious and sealed the monsters under Mt. Ebott with a magical barrier only a soul with the power of a human and monster could pass. Which leads to the story of King Asgore and Queen Toriel."

" King Asgore and Queen Toriel loved each other enough at the time to have a child, Prince Asriel. They lived as a happy family for a little over a decade. Then, one day, a human fell into the Underground. Their name was Chara. Chara and Prince Asriel became fast friends, and the Underground was filled with hope that humans and monsters could live in harmony. That hope didn't last long, though."

"One day, Chara got very sick. I won't tell you how they got sick; that's for when you're older. Don't pout, Mary, it's for your own good. Anyway, Chara got sick, and eventually died. They had one dying request: to see the golden flowers in their town where they were initially from. Since everyone was trapped Underground, their wish couldn't come true. So, Prince Asriel absorbed Chara's soul and took their body to the town with the flowers. When the humans in the town saw them, they thought the monster killed the human, and attacked. The prince simply smiled and took the body back underground, where he turned to dust and died."

Mary sniffled a bit and rubbed away the tears. "That's a sad story," she said.

"Flowey sat there awkwardly. "Well, you wanted to hear the story. We're almost done, though."

"O-okay," Mary wiped away the last tear and smiled at Flowey. "I'm ready."

Flowey nodded. "Okay. So, where was I...? Oh, yeah, the prince died. So, the king and queen, obviously, were very upset, but they handled it in different ways. The king got angry and declared war on humans; basically, any human who fell below would have to be killed, so their soul could be used to break the barrier. The queen, on the other hand, was mad at the king for his anger, so she gave up her crown and ran away to the Ruins, where no one would find her."

"Something important to keep in mind is that the prince had brought some golden flower seeds into the underground, and they eventually grew into actually golden flowers. Some years later, the new Royal Scientist decided to try an experiment with a component of a human soul: DETERMINATION. So, she took the first golden flower from the King's garden, something specifically without a soul, and combined it with DETERMINATION to give it sentience. Uh, basically, it would come to life. What the scientist didn't know, though, is that that flower had dust on it... the prince's dust. So, when she gave the flower determination, the flower came to life, but it had the memories and consciousness of the prince. I'm sure you can figure out the rest."

Mary clapped her hands. "You're the prince! Wowie!"

Flowey shushed her. "I kind of want that to be a secret, okay?"

"But if it's a secret, why do you keep calling Ms. Toriel and Mr. Dreemurr mom and dad?"

"I..." Flowey looked away. "I kind of want them to figure it out on their own, you know? It's complicated."

"Oh... okay!" Mary bounced excitedly. "I'll keep your secret. Ooh, can I tell my diary? It has a lock on it, so no one will be able to read it but me!"

Flowey thought for a moment. Finally, he nodded. "You better be a good secret keeper," he warned, "or else I'll eat you."

"Okay!" Mary giggled. "Oh, I owe you something..." She unwrapped the chocolate bar and snapped it in half, giving Flowey one piece as she shoved the other in her mouth.

Flowey snatched the bar away and held it close. "You should probably sit down, Mary. The other parents and teachers should be here soon."


Head Canon I Don't Actually Think #40: "Ebott Bars" are an old town treat, famous for only selling above the 60% darkness level. Well, technically they're only famous in the Ebott area; it's a local thing.


Sooo, the end! A lot of storytelling in this one; I hope you weren't bored.

I think I originally wanted Gloria to be the one to ask about Flowey's family, but I think Mary is a better fit. What do you think?

Anyway, I have a poll on my profile, so I encourage you to check it out. I won't be posting anything until at least mid-November, when Thanksgiving break occurs, but I might not get a chance until mid-December, when the semester is over.

I'm not having the best time in school, to be honest; classes are harder than ever, and I'm worried about completing homework assignments correctly and on time. Please send some encouragement, if you can!

Anyway, leave me a review and I'll see you later... I hope. Until then!