Flowey's P.O.V- third person
Flowey held his breath as Frisk made their way towards their house. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he was nervous. There actually was a real danger of dying now, and not coming back, since he couldn't reset anymore. And because he didn't have a soul… Where would he go after death?
Thinking about all of this gave Flowey a splitting headache.
Flowey held his breath as Frisk unlocked the front door and stepped inside. Almost immediately, Toriel was there, scolding them, asking them about where they'd gotten their injuries from and where they had disappeared to. Frisk held onto Flowey's pot with one hand, keeping it behind their back, obscuring Flowey from view. They quickly signed something to Toriel. Peeking around Frisk's body, Flowey saw a flicker of concern go across her face.
"You fell?" she asked. Frisk nodded. Flowey heard Toriel gasp.
"You must be more careful, my child," she said, and gently grabbed a hold of Frisk's arm, evidently going to put some antiseptic lotion on the numerous cuts that they had received during the battle with Flowey. Flowey stiffened up immediately, realizing that he was going to get caught.
Flowey held his breath as Toriel navigated Frisk to what he assumed was the bathroom. She had Frisk sit down on the edge of the bathtub. Frisk gently placed Flowey's pot in the said bathtub. Flowey rolled his eyes. There was no way that Toriel wasn't going to see him there, he was just too noticeable. Besides, how do you miss a vibrant yellow flower with the intent to gain a SOUL/kill everyone?
Much to Flowey's surprise however, Toriel did not see him. Flowey quickly realized that it was because she was intent on taking care of Frisk. Flowey felt a pang of jealousy. That was him, at one point, being patched up by his mom, before he died and was reanimated as a soulless flower.
Life sucked sometimes.
Toriel quickly finished patching up Frisk and told them to wash their hands, as dinner was on its way. Frisk nodded, and hopped off the edge of the bathtub, taking care to obscure Flowey from view till Toriel left. Once they were sure that they had left, they grabbed Flowey's pot and ran to their bedroom. Frisk placed on their dresser. They then proceed to grab a notebook and a pencil, writing on it. Frisk handed Flowey the note, and then ran out of the bedroom to wash their hands. Flowey quickly read the note.
Try to stay outta sight, I'll figure out a way to break the news that you're here at dinner. Flowey sighed, sulking in his pot. He was beginning to regret coming to the surface. There were so many flaws in this plan. Someone could find out about his lack of a SOUL. Someone could find out about the timelines, and his (lost) ability to reset. Or, heaven forbid, they could find out about Asriel…
Flowey shook his head, not wanting to dwell on these thoughts anymore. To distract himself, he began looking around Frisk's room. The walls where a light aqua color, decorated with hand-drawn pictures of Frisk and their friends. It actually looked a lot like Flowey's old room, when he was still Asriel. It gave him déjà vu, something he didn't like.
Flowey realized he needed to make a game plan. He was aboveground, but now what? Frisk had said that they were going to tell Toriel about him being here, but what about Frisk's other friends? The tall spaghetti-loving skeleton probably wouldn't mind Flowey that much, and the scientist would probably be scared of him. This was ok with Flowey though. So long as they didn't have the lure to kill him.
The fish lady and the short skeleton though… They probably wouldn't be to enthused about his arrival. The fish lady would probably warm up to him, or at least tolerate Flowey, but the skeleton probably would never. This was also ok with Flowey, as he didn't like the short skeleton in the least.
Well, he didn't think he'd be able to if he had emotions, that is.
Flowey was shaken out of his stupor when he heard people coming up the stairs, most likely Frisk and Toriel. He shrunk back in his pot a bit when the door opened, revealing a slightly pissed-off Toriel. Toriel never got mad much, but when she did, it wasn't pretty. Flowey held his ground, however, not wanting to look like a weakling.
"Howdy!" he exclaimed. "It's me, your old pal Flowey! Flowey the flower." Toriel sighed, evidently unamused.
"I know who you are, Flowey," she said in a strained voice. "Why are you here?" Flowey grinned.
"Frisk brought me!" he said with fake happiness. Flowey had long since forgotten what real happiness felt like. Toriel rounded on Frisk.
"Frisk, dear, does the flower tell the truth?" she asked. Frisk shot a look at Flowey, which he interpreted as: I'll get you for that. Frisk turned their attention back to Toriel, and nodded. Toriel sighed.
"Why, may I ask?" she inquired. "If I remember correctly, didn't he try to kill you and others numerous times?" Frisk winced; that was a serious flaw in their plan. Why would Frisk bring a slightly insane flower up to the surface that had tried to kill them multiple times? Flowey, on the other hand, didn't seem bothered by the question. Well, he supposed he should be worried, but in all honesty, who cared? Frisk bit their lip, evidently uncomfortable. Flowey gave them a look that said: Keep that tidbit about Asriel to yourself, buddy. Frisk gave an almost unnoticeable nod, and turned to Toriel, signing. She frowned once they'd finished signing.
"You've- you've been sworn to secrecy?" she asked. Frisk nodded.
"Why?" Toriel questioned, evidently concerned. IF Flowey had hands he would've palm-smacked himself in the face right then and there. Of course Frisk wouldn't think to lie and instead acknowledge that it's a secret. Of course.
"Well, I can honor your wish to keep it a secret," She said. "But I will request you tell me someday." Frisk signed something else to her. Toriel sighed.
"Well, I guess you could keep him here…" she trailed off evidently unsure. "But you'd have to get his permission first. And we'll need to talk with the others." Frisk nodded, and Toriel gave them a stern look.
"Please consult with me before doing this sort of thing again, Frisk." She said. Frisk nodded, and Toriel rounded on Flowey.
"If I found out you've tried to hurt Frisk in any way…" she trailed off, leaving the threat hanging in the air. "Well, as Sans would say, you'd have a 'bad time'." Then, she left. Frisk looked at Flowey. The said flower sighed.
"Well, this is great!" the flower said, evidently pissed off. "You couldn't keep me hidden for one day!" Frisk sighed, and reached for their notepad again. They quickly wrote something down, and passed it to Flowey. He quickly read it, and laughed.
"'Look on the bright side?'" he repeated what Frisk had written. "Frisk, I can't. I can't feel happiness, or optimism, or love. I can't. There is no bright side for me." Flowey's tone became depressed at the end of his sentence. He was so freaking tired of only being able to feel hate, sadness, and boredom. He was just so freaking tired of it.
Flowey stiffened up when Frisk gently gave the flower a hug, being mindful of his delicate structure. Flowey tried to hide his blush when the human pulled away.
"Don't touch me." Flowey muttered, though his tone didn't seem to be that mean. Frisk gave a slight smile, and scribbled something else in his notebook. When Flowey read it, he felt his whole face flush.
Frisk had told him that they loved him.
As a friend, obviously, but it still gave Flowey a sense of nostalgia and slight sadness. Nobody had told the flower that they loved him in a long time.
Frisk smiled Flowey, before turning around and heading back downstairs, just as a tear traced its way down Flowey's face.
Flowey missed being told somebody loved him.
And BAM! Another chapter done!
Sorry for the slow update, the WIFI was knocked out at my house. Grrr. I hate it when that happens.
Also, my explanation for Flowey being afraid of dying: For most (if not all) of Flowey's life, he's never had to worry about death, because he could always reset if something goes wrong.
But now, Flowey's lost that ability, and is going to meet Frisk's friends, who probably aren't going to be too thrilled to see him, and some of them *cough*Undyne*cough* are probably going to want to kill him on sight.
So yeah, that's my reasoning.
I've a favor to ask of you guys, by the way.
Sans is going to be in the next chapter, and I can't think of any puns. If you have an idea for a pun, feel free to leave a review telling me about it. It's optional, you don't have to do it, but it would really help me out if you did.
Au revoir, little biscuits!