Flowey's P.O.V- third person
Flowey woke up to the smell of cinnamon-butterscotch pie. His imaginary stomach growled. He didn't need food as a flower, obviously, but he loved Toriel's cinnamon-butterscotch pie. Who didn't?
Frisk woke up then, and noticed a piece of the pie on the floor by their bed. Their face split into a huge grin. Flowey felt a flicker off irritation towards the child. How can they let such small things excite them? It's just a pie, get over it.
Frisk jumped down off their bed and scooped up the pie, putting it their inventory. Frisk looked towards Flowey with a wide grin.
"What are you so happy about?" Flowey demanded. Frisk grabbed the notebook that they'd been using to communicate with Flowey, and began to write in it. Flowey sighed in exasperation. Really, it was quite annoying that Frisk had to write everything down for Flowey to read it. In saying that, it wasn't like the flower had any intention to learn sign-language either, so it really was their only method of communication, as of right now.
Frisk placed the notepad underneath Flowey's pot. The flower quickly read it.
The others are coming at 4 to… discuss certain events. Flowey snorted.
"What, like my arrival?" Flowey asked. Frisk hesitated, and then nodded. Flowey sighed.
"What time is it?" he asked. Frisk consulted a watch on their wrist, and then wrote down the time on the pad of paper. Flowey quickly read what Frisk had written.
9:50 it read. Flowey was surprised.
"Wow, I was asleep for that long?" he asked, surprised. Usually he was lucky if he was able to get 2 hours of sleep, with the nightmares that constantly plagued him.
Flowey quickly realized Frisk was writing something else down on the pad of paper. He quickly turned his attention to the said paper.
Can I teach you some sign-language? It read. It would make communicating a lot easier. Flowey sighed.
"I don't know Frisk…." Flowey said. Would they be offended if Flowey said that he didn't want to talk to anyone? Probably. "I don't really have the best memory…" That was a lie, and Flowey suspected Frisk knew it. Flowey had an amazing memory. For stuff in the same timeline, that is.
Frisk gave Flowey the puppy eyed face, evidently wanting to teach him sign language. Flowey shook his head. Frisk suddenly gained a mischievous glint in their eye. Flowey didn't like it at all.
Frisk started signing please please please over and over and over, just to annoy Flowey. Well, needless to say, it did the trick.
"If I agree to learn your freaking hand-language, will you stop?" Flowey spat, evidently pissed-off. Frisk beamed, and nodded. Flowey sighed. He got the feeling he was going to be here for a while.
He was right.
An hour went by, and Frisk was still teaching the flower sign-language. Flowey felt his head start to droop. Man, this was boring.
Flowey was saved when Toriel knocked on Frisk's door. Flowey breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, the torture was over. Toriel ushered Frisk downstairs, and, much to Flowey's surprise, took the slightly insane flower with her. Flowey blinked, wondering what was going on.
Flowey scowled when he realized that Frisk's friends where here. Great. After nearly dying of boredom, this is totally what he needed. Totally.
Frisk nudged Toriel, and quickly signed something to her. Flowey deciphered it as: Why they here? Meeting at 3. Flowey was honestly impressed that he was even able to remember that much. Toriel sighed.
"They all insisted they come early when they realized who the meeting was about." Toriel explained, shooting a sideways glance at Flowey. Flowey glared at her, then turned and sized up the group.
Hmm, we've got the joker skeleton, the pasta skeleton, the crazy fish, the king of great names, and the stupid scientist, Flowey thought, glaring at them all. He didn't want to be here, he'd much rather be off absorbing some sun. Sun is very important to him.
Toriel sat down on her armchair, creating a circle, with Flowey in the middle. Flowey turned 360 degrees. He was surrounded.
His kill or be killed instincts kicked in, and he almost engaged in battle with them. He didn't though, his fear of actually dying now having a firm grip on him.
Flowey looked each one of them in the eye, not talking.
It was the short skeleton who broke the silence. Flowey's gaze flickered over to him, still holding the murderous glare and twisted smile.
"Welp," he said. "What are you doing here?" Flowey smirked; oh he was going to have fun pissing them off. He'd have to make sure he didn't go as far as to enlist in battle though, because if he died, he wouldn't be able to come back.
"Well, I could ask the same of you, couldn't I?" Flowey asked, still smirking. The short skeleton- Flowey was pretty sure his name was Sans- glared at Flowey, clenching his fists at his sides. Flowey figured he didn't have much patience. Well, maybe he did, but he just really hated Flowey. Toriel placed her hand on top of Sans's hand, and gaze softened. Hmm. Seems like Toriel and Asgore had separated. Whatever.
Flowey was shaken out of his stupor when the fish lady stuck her spear right under his head, nearly decapitating him. Flowey only smiled though. He had the feeling Frisk would go mental if he died- why, he wasn't too sure of.
"Answer the question," she growled, pushing the spear against Flowey. It was rather uncomfortable, having the spear right underneath his head, but, it could be worse.
"WHY- ARE- YOU- HERE?" the fish lady- Flowey later learned that her name was Undyne- practically yelled at him. Flowey laughed.
"Why should I tell you?" he asked, evidently pissing her off. She pushed her spear further into Flowey's stem, allowing chlorophyll to run down said stem. Frisk, seeing the danger that the fish lady posed to Flowey, pushed her aside, and inspected the broken stem. Flowey blushed.
"It's ok, it's not that bad," he muttered. That was a lie. It actually really hurt, but Flowey wasn't about to let anyone know that. Frisk ran off- presumably to get some bandages- and Flowey faced the group again. Toriel sighed.
"Flowey, why are you here?" she asked. Flowey sighed. He didn't really want to tell them about his lack of a SOUL. That would just lead to questions and they might find out about Asriel.
"Frisk brought me up," he admitted. "I didn't want to, but the little brat stuffed me in a plant pot." That was a lie. Flowey only came for a SOUL. He was tired of having no good emotions. That was the only reason he came.
Right?
Right.
Frisk walked back into the living room, with them a very small piece of sterile white cloth. They walked over to Flowey and gently wrapped it around the cut on the plants stem. Flowey squirmed.
"Believe it or not, that's actually really unpleasant and annoying." Flowey muttered. He resolved to remove the cloth as soon as possible. Toriel suddenly spoke, scaring the crap out of Flowey.
"Frisk, child, is it true that you willingly brought Flowey to the surface?" she asked. Frisk nodded.
"WHY HUMAN?" The tall skeleton asked- Flowey was pretty sure his name was Papyrus. "DIDN'T HE TRY TO KILL US ALL MULTIPLE TIMES?" Frisk bit their lip, and looked at Flowey. Flowey shot them a look that said: Tell one thing about my lack of a SOUL and you'll wish you'd left me underground.
Frisk started signing, to fast for Flowey to catch, and he felt a flicker of panic. Where they telling them about his need for a SOUL? Or worse, about his previous condition as Asriel? The flower doubted so, but he was still nervous.
When Frisk had finished signing, Toriel bit her lip, evidently unsure. Flowey suddenly felt very worried. What had Frisk told them?
"That is… Very sweet of you, not wanting to leave anyone behind," Toriel said. "But…" she trailed of, evidently unsure of how to phrase her question. Sans did it for her.
"Are you sure he's safe to keep around?" he asked bluntly. Flowey shot him a glare. The skeleton noticed and shrugged.
"What?" he asked. "I'm just stating the obvious." Frisk signed something to him. The skeleton's eyes widened in surprise, and he grinned.
"Really?" he asked, the glee evident on his face. Frisk nodded. The skeleton then turned to Flowey, still grinning. Flowey shuddered. What had Frisk told Sans about him?
Sadly, Sans didn't tell what he was so happy about, much to the flowers annoyance.
"I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, THINK THAT THE FLOWER SHOULD STAY," Papyrus said, or rather yelled. "I CAN TEACH HIM HOW TO COOK SPAGHETTI, AND WE CAN SOLVE PUZZLES TOGETHER!" Flowey rolled his eyes. He was not going to do any of these things, thank you very much. He only came up here for a SOUL.
The meeting came to a close, and everyone went about their daily business. Frisk picked up Flowey's pot and brought it back to their room. They set it on the dresser, and grabbed their notebook, scribbling something in it. They presented it to Flowey. It read:
Well, that went pretty well, didn't it?
"I guess," Flowey said, a bit uncomfortable. "Is this the part where I'm supposed to be happy?" Frisk frowned, and scribbled something else in their notebook.
We'll get you s SOUL eventually Flowey, it read. In the meantime, try to stay positive. Flowey sighed. No one ever got it, did they?
"Frisk, as I've told you before, there is no 'positive' for me," Flowey said tiredly. "I don't have emotions. Well, any good ones at least." Frisk frowned, and then smiled deviously. Flowey narrowed his eyes.
"I don't like that look," he said as Frisk ran off. "It makes me think something bad is going to-" Frisk ran back in with a gigantic book in their arms. They dropped it on the table, and let Flowey read the title. He felt his imaginary stomach sink once he's gotten an eyeful of the book.
It's a book on sign language.
Flowey got the feeling he was going to have a long day.
BAM! Chapter done!
Ok, be honest with me, how many of you thought I'd abandoned this story? C'mon, be honest.
Thought in all honesty, I really am sorry about the slow update. I had no intention of leaving this story for so long, but schoolwork started piling up, and when you add that to a blooming cold- ugh. You get the idea.
But yeah, I didn't use Sans as much as I thought I would in this chapter, but thanks to everyone who left a review with a pun in it anyways.
I'll try to update more often in the future, doesn't mean I'll be able to; the WIFI is pretty dodgy where I live. Honestly. So annoying.
Au revoir, little biscuits!