Flowey's P.O.V- third person
Flowey woke up crying. He's had a nightmare. Again.
For the past 5 days, he'd been having horrible nightmares, that usually didn't allow him to fall back asleep.
In the nightmares, he'd have to watch Chara die. Watch himself die. Relive being reborn as a flower, with no emotions.
Every. Single. Night.
Flowey was used to nightmares, of course. You can't really not have nightmare when you can't feel happiness, or love, or gratitude.
But that doesn't mean he's ok with them.
Flowey sighed, and looked around Frisk's room, tears still running down his face. There was a time, very long ago, where he used to tell people if he had a nightmare, but that was a long time ago.
He doesn't tell people anymore.
Flowey, terrified of having another nightmare, resolved to stay awake the rest of the night.
And he did.
Needless to say, by the time Frisk woke up, Flowey was having trouble keeping his eyes open. He'd stopped crying about 2 hours ago, but he was still shaken up. That nightmare never gets any less terrifying.
Frisk sat up, rubbed their eyes, and signed hello to Flowey. The said flower yawned.
"Hey Frisk," he said, posture slumped. Frisk knit their eyebrows. This was unlike Flowey, who was usually filled with an alarming amount of energy.
Frisk climbed out of bead, and walked over to Flowey, forcing the flower to look at them. A flicker off irritation showed on Flowey's face.
"What?" he demanded. Frisk started signing, but Flowey was just staring off into space, evidently not paying attention whatsoever. Frisk snapped their fingers in front of Flowey's face, making him jump.
"What?" he asked. Frisk started signing again. Flowey blinked once they'd finished.
"'What's wrong?'" he repeated Frisk's question. "Nothings wrong." Frisk gave him the: are you seriously lying to me right now face. Flowey sighed.
"Frisk, I'm fine." He said, but the shadows under his eyes said otherwise. Frisk narrowed their eyes, and signed something else to Flowey. He blinked, and gave a half-hearted laugh.
"Plants don't need sleep, idiot." Flowey muttered. Frisk frowned, and started signing again.
You obviously do, they signed. Flowey glared at the human, wishing they would just leave him alone.
"I'm fine Frisk," Flowey said, lacing his voice with venom, reminding the human of how dangerous he actually was. Frisk took a step back, looking a little frightened. Flowey smiled triumphantly. He'd accomplished what he wanted: The human had backed off.
Frisk ran downstairs, and Flowey let his 'wide awake' demeanor fall. Frisk was right. The plant was drop dead tired. Of course, if Frisk continued to pry, he'd deny being tired again. Honestly. Did Frisk not know the meaning of: 'stay out of other people's business?' Apparently not.
Flowey quickly shook his head when he felt himself falling asleep, but regretted that action instantaneously when a wave of dizziness hit him, not enough to make the world start spinning, but just enough to make him feel incredibly light-headed. Flowey sighed.
I'll take being dizzy over having that nightmare again, he thought sourly. Flowey jumped when Frisk came back into their room, Toriel with them. Toriel took one look at the flower's slumped posture, the shadows under his eyes, and the fact that he seemed to have trouble keeping his eyes open, and immediately knew that Flowey was sleep-deprived.
"Flowey," she asked, worry evident in her tone. Flowey knit his eyebrows. Worry? Since when did Toriel worry about him? She hated him, didn't she?
"Flowey!" The flower jumped and looked up at Toriel.
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?" he asked, evidently annoyed. Toriel sighed.
"Flowey, when was the last time you slept?" she asked.
"Last night." He said, too tired to come up with a snappy remark. He really wanted to go to sleep, but he was too scared to face the nightmares. Toriel pursed her lips, and Flowey got the feeling she knew he was lying. Toriel turned to Frisk.
"Frisk, child, I've got to go to a meeting at the school, can you try to get Flowey to tell the truth?" she asked. Frisk nodded. Toriel smiled and stood up.
"I won't be very long, call me if you need me." She said as she left. Frisk turned back to Flowey and started signing again, but they was going too fast, and all the hand motions where making Flowey's head hurt.
"Frisk, stop waving your hands around, it's giving me a serious headache," Flowey muttered. If he had hands he'd be rubbing his temples right now. Frisk paused mid-sign and stared at Flowey. Then they ran off and grabbed their notebook, scribbling something in it. They then presented it to Flowey, who tried to read it, but the words blurred together on the paper, doubling his headache.
"Frisk I cant read that." Flowey muttered, head drooping. He was so tired.
Flowey's eyes began to close, and he stubbornly snapped them open, only to have them close again.
"Hey Frisk," Flowey muttered. "Do me a favor and get me the sustenance they call 'coffee'." Flowey had never had coffee, nor did he know what it was, he only knew that adults drank it to keep them awake.
Frisk bit their lip and shook their head, saying no. Flowey felt his patience break.
"Frisk, go get me the damn coffee, or you will be so, so, so, sorry you brought me aboveground." Flowey snapped, his temper getting the better of him. Frisk gave a frightened squeak, nodded, and ran off, leaving the tired flower to himself.
Which actually probably wasn't a good idea.
When Frisk returned, they found the golden flower fast asleep. They smiled, happy that Flowey would finally get some rest.
Little did they know how much Flowey wanted to avoid it.
Not ten minutes later, Flowey woke up screaming. Hmm. That was new.
"CHARA! CHARA!" he cried. He then looked around, realizing where he was. Frisk's room.
The little flower sagged in his pot, tears still running down his face. Holy crap. That nightmare was intense.
Flowey jumped when Frisk entered the room, a look of alarm in their eyes. Flowey bit his lip, fighting back more tears. Frisk looked so much like Chara. The resemblance was scary.
Frisk ran towards Flowey, signing: What's wrong? Over and over again. Flowey opened his mouth, about to tell them: Its nothing, I'm fine, buzz off, when the dam broke.
He found himself sobbing, telling Frisk every aspect of their dream. They where a good listener. They didn't interrupt, they didn't ask any questions, they just acted as a listening ear, something Flowey had lacked for a very long time.
Once Flowey had finished recounting his nightmare (and using up several boxes of tissues along the way) Frisk left. Flowey waited a moment, tears still dripping down his face.
When Frisk returned, they had with them a music box. Flowey took one look at it, and tears welled up in his eyes again. He recognized that music box. Heck, he made that music box.
No, Flowey corrected himself. You didn't make that music box, Asrieldid.
"Wh-whats that for?" Flowey asked, hating the way his voice wavered. Frisk began signing again.
It's a music box, they said- or rather signed. Toriel plays it whenever I have a nightmare, it always helps me, maybe it can help you.
"Hey, where is Toriel anyways?" Flowey asked, hoping to draw the conversation away from the state of his well-being.
It didn't work.
At a meeting, Frisk signed. Flowey why didn't you tell anyone about your nightmares? Flowey stared at Frisk. He was legitimately confused. Hmm. Frisk wasn't as smart as he thought.
"Heh… You're not as smart as I thought you were." Flowey muttered. Frisk gave them a confused look. Flowey sighed.
"Frisk I didn't tell anyone about my nightmares because those memories are very personal. Besides," Flowey felt a sadistic grin slide onto his face. "Who would listen to an insane flower that wants to kill everyone anyways?" Frisk frowned, and began signing again.
"Yeah, you are the only one that knows about any of my past, besides Alphys, but she doesn't know a whole lot," Flowey realized. He glared at Frisk. "So don't tell anyone. Like I said, those memories are personal." Frisk nodded, and turned on the music box.
Tears immediately sprang to Flowey's eyes. That melody…
Frisk noticed the tears in the flower's eyes and asked what was wrong. Flowey sighed.
"Just lost in memories…" he said as he drifted off to sleep.
And ba-ba-BOOM! Chapter done!
So, if any of you can't tell, the song that was played is called 'Memory'. It's actually a really good melody; I listen to it a lot when I write this. (Actually, I listen to anyUndertale song when I write; it's like my go-to music)
But, in reality: I am SO sorry I haven't been updating! The guilt has been eating at me. Like, literally, for the past 2, 3 days, I'll be sat at my computer thinking: 'I should really update this story… Naw, it can wait. I'll update it later.'
Yep.
Procrastination.
I know a certain brown haired brown eyed youtuber that would be proud. (Hint hint, nudge, nudge.)
Fun fact about this chapter: Did you know that this was actually originally going to be two separate chapters? I was going to upload them on the same day, but they were both to short to stand on their own, so I smashed the two of them together to make a slightly longer chapter.
Au revoir, little biscuits!