Chapter 5:
Flowey's P.O.V- third person
Flowey was not happy. He was pissed-no, he was livid.
Of all things that could have happened, why did it have to be this?
Flowey had to go to school with Frisk.
He didn't want to, of course, but apparently he hadn't been deemed trustworthy enough to be left at home by himself yet. Then again, it wasn't like anyone was to keen on having Flowey go to the school either, it was just the best solution at hand.
In other words, nobody trusted him enough not to go on a killing spree unattended.
But back to the problem at hand.
Flowey made sure to complain as much as he could while Frisk was getting ready for school. (If he wasn't getting out of having to go to school, he was going to let them know that he damn well didn't want to go.)
"Do I haaaave to go?" Flowey whined. "I don't want go, it's gonna be so boooooooooooring!" Yes, Flowey was aware that he was acting like a child. It was all part of his master plan to annoy the hell out of everyone.
Frisk sighed, and looked up at the flower, irritation clear in their eyes.
Do you ever shut up? Frisk signed. Flowey shook his head and grinned, knowing he was succeeding in pissing off Frisk.
"I'm just gonna sit there all daaaaaaaaaay, and there'll be nothing to dooooooooo!" Flowey ranted. Frisk resorted to hitting their head against the wall, forcefully and repeatedly. Flowey smiled. Mission accomplished.
Sort of.
Flowey continued to complain whilst Frisk was getting ready, succeeding in annoying not only Frisk, but Toriel and Sans as well.
Then things kinda went downhill for Flowey.
Frisk, clearly tired of the flower's complaining, resolved to put tape over the flowers mouth, efficiently shutting him up.
Sort of.
"MHMMMMHMMMMHHMMMHMHMH!" Flowey said through the tape. Please. A covered mouth wasn't going to hinder Flowey in his attempt to annoy the hell outta everyone.
This was how things continued, up until Frisk got to school. At the front doors, they proceed to rip the tape off of Flowey's face, and none to gently either.
"Ouch!" Flowey shrieked. "Frisk, you Blast-Ended Skrewt! That hurt!" Frisk quickly signed sorry, and then stuffed Flowey into their backpack, much to his displeasure.
"Frisk, this is very uncomfortable!" Flowey called. There was a pause, and then Flowey said: "Erm, Frisk, I think I'm a little claustrophobic, can I come out now?" Frisk sighed, and quickened their pacing, desperately trying to make it to class on time.
Thankfully they did, and they quickly took Flowey out of their backpack and set him on their desk.
"Ah, freedom!" Flowey cried, then glared at Frisk. "And you are in so much trouble, for the backpack mishap, and the tape. Watch your back." Frisk simply smiled at the enraged flower, and pulled their sketchbook out of their bag. Flowey leaned over his pot to get a better look at what Frisk was sketching.
It appeared to be a picture of Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, Asgore, Mettaton, Muffet, Toriel, Frisk, and Flowey standing side-by-side. It was actually drawn in very good detail, for Frisk's age.
A shrill whistle suddenly pierced the air, causing Frisk and many other students to put their hands over their ears. Flowey had to settle for shrinking in his pot. All eyes turned to the front, where the whistle had originated from.
A woman who looked to be about 30 smiled at everyone, but it wasn't a sweet smile. It was a smile that Flowey was quite familiar with, as he often gave it to his victims.
It was a smile of hatred, fakeness, and evil.
"Who is this chick?" Flowey whispered to Frisk. Frisk, who had an emotion on their face Flowey associated with fear, quickly signed: Miss Evans.
Miss Evans began to take attendance.
She rattled down the list till she came to: 'Frisk Dreemurr.'
Frisk, instead of saying 'present' like the other kids, simply raised their hand. Miss Evans pretended to look for Frisk, even though she could clearly see that Frisk had their hand up. Flowey snorted. She was a terrible actress.
"Frisk Dreemurr?" She called again. Frisk raised their hand again, and Miss Evans remained oblivious.
She called Frisk's name one more time, and Flowey snapped.
"Are you blind?" he snapped. "Frisk is right in front of you, you idiot!" Miss Evan's jaw dropped. She clearly hadn't thought that the flower on Frisk's desk would talk to her, much less insult her.
Clearly not wanting to lose what respect she had going for her, she striated up to her full height (which actually wasn't that tall) and glared at Flowey. The flower clearly wasn't fazed in the slightest.
"How am I supposed to know if Frisk is here if she doesn't use her words?" Miss Evans asked, unaware she was pissing off a slightly insane flower. Frisk stiffened up at the use of the wrong pronoun.
"'She?'" Flowey repeated in outrage. "Frisk is non-binary, you dumbass." Frisk, who had obviously realized this conversation was spinning in a bad direction, quickly placed another piece of tape across Flowey's mouth.
"MHMMMMHMMMMMMHMMMMMMMM!" Flowey yelled through his gag. Miss Evans smiled sweetly at him.
"Thank you for silencing your pet, Miss Dreemurr." Miss Evans said. Flowey recoiled away from her. Pet? Pet? He was nobody's pet, thank you very much.
First and second period dragged on, Frisk having Miss Demon- sorry, Miss Evans for two consecutive periods. Throughout this time, Flowey made sure to let Frisk, and the whole class know how much he detested being gagged.
Finally, Miss Evans, clearly tired of Flowey's antics, slammed her hand down on the desk.
"Frisk!" She cried. "If you cannot keep that pet of yours quiet, it'll have to go!" Flowey raised his eyebrows. Go where? He was very curious.
Sadly, (at least in Flowey's case) the bell rang for lunch before Flowey could annoy Miss Evans enough for him 'to go.' He still didn't know what that meant, or where he would go. He resolved to ask Frisk about it later.
The said child picked up their bag, and, much to Flowey's distain, shoved the flower inside of it and made a beeline for the door, evidently wanting to avoid Miss Evans at all costs.
They were a second too late.
"Miss Dremurr." Miss Evans called them, and Flowey felt Frisk stiffen up, before turning around and heading back to Miss Evans.
"May I please see the sunflower that you brought to school today?" Flowey heard her ask Frisk. He was immediately offended. He was a buttercup, not a sunflower. Learn the difference.
Flowey was shaken out of his stupor when Frisk reached into the bag and brought him out, tape still covering his mouth. Frisk set him on the desk before Miss Evans rather reluctantly. She smiled sweetly at him, almost as if to intimidate Flowey, but needless to say, the flower wasn't fazed. Please. He's faced Sans after he killed his brother. A petty human wasn't going to scare him.
Miss Evans reached across the table, and ripped the tape off of Flowey's face. He scowled at her.
"Could you have been any gentler?" he asked angrily. Miss Evans doesn't reply and simply throws the tape in the waste bin. She then turned to Frisk.
"Miss Dreemurr, please wait outside the classroom while I have, ah, words with your pet." she said. Frisk hesitated, clearly not wanting to leave their teacher alone with Flowey. Miss Evans eyes narrowed at Frisk's hesitance.
"Frisk," she spoke, her voice dangerously calm. "Leave. Now." Frisk shot Flowey an apologetic look and left the classroom.
Almost immediately, Miss Evans 'sweet' attitude disappeared. She turned to Flowey, glaring at him. Flowey settled for the old insane grin.
"Howdy!" he chirped. "I'm Flowey, Flowey the flower!" Miss Evans seemed... taken aback by Flowey's cheerful demeanor, for lack of a better word. She quickly composed herself and glowered at the flower.
"Flowey," she said, her voice dangerously calm. "I wont stand for you're kind of behavior in my class. If you continue to act like this, you will not be allowed back into the school." Flowey snorted.
"Do you think I want to be here?" he asked incredulously. "I would rather be in hell then in your class." Miss Evans narrowed her eyes at him.
"Watch your mouth when you're in my class." She warned. Flowey laughed, clearly unnerving Miss Evans.
"Like hell I will," Flowey said. He then stopped smiling, and gave her a glare that scared the living daylights out of most people.
"Sure its: 'your class,', but when you insult one of my friends, you enter my world," he said, staring into her eyes, not blinking. "And in my world, its KILL OR BE KILLED!" he then started laughing again, using the high, cruel, insane laugh that he used to reserve for unfortunate humans who fell into the underground.
Needless to say, it freaked out Miss Evans, as she went and got Frisk very quickly, and ushered them out of her class with more haste then necessary.
Flowey and Frisk walked in silence, Flowey, for the first time in his life not knowing what to say, and Frisk being unable to talk.
Frisk reached their locker, and, after potting in the correct passcode for the lock, opened it up and placed Flowey on the top shelf. They then started signing, so fast Flowey had to ask them to slow down.
Why did you stick up for me? Frisk asked. I thought you hated me. Flowey snorted.
"I do hate you," he said, looking around. "I just... don't like seeing people get bullied?"
Frisk, seemingly happy with Flowey's answer, took the flower down from the shelf and headed off towards the cafeteria. Flowey breathed a sigh of relief.
He'd lied.
Flowey didn't care if people got bullied. No, the only reason he stood up for Frisk was because they reminded him of... an old friend of his.
Flowey shook his head, successfully shaking himself out of his memories. No. He wouldn't dwell on them anymore.
Because they died a long time ago...
...After an 'accident' with some buttercups.
And BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM! Another chapter done!
Ok, firstly, right of the bat, I am so sorry about my lack of updates. I legit didn't mean for this to happen, and its honestly not even my fault.
My laptop broke.
I know, I know, standard excuse, but I'm honestly telling the truth. Like, I'll open up the screen and it'll just be a big, gigantic blob of white.
So, when I first noticed, I of course had a panic attack, all like: My fanfics! My stories! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! When I realized that there were only two fanfics I actually care about, this one (Which I have on fanfiction, obviously) and a Shadow of the Colossus fanfic that I've saved in an email. And the only original story I care about is on my Google Drive.
So, I think it now stands to say that updates will be less frequent, now that I don't have a computer. (I'm using my mum's laptop to update this story, by the way) Keep in mind that I have no intentions of abandoning this story, since I actually have an idea of where its going.
Oh yeah, and as for the Harry Potter reference, I don't even know. I just typed it in, and it made me laugh, so I decided to leave it in.
So, I'll end this ridiculously long authors note now.
Au revoir, little biscuits!