Chapter 7:
Flowey's P.O.V- third person
The rest of the school day passed uneventfully, much to Flowey's dismay. He was practically dying of boredom.
Needless to say, the flower was more then relieved when the bell finally rang, signaling the end of the school day.
"Never take me back here again," Flowey begged as Frisk packed their bag. "It was so boring!" Frisk gave an apologetic glance at Flowey.
Sorry, they signed. Flowey huffed.
"Whatever," he said. "Keep me away from this torture chamber, and you're forgiven." Frisk cracked as smile as they swung their bag over their shoulders. They picked up Flowey and began making their way towards the doors. The said flower smiled. He was finally getting out of here.
Frisk made their way outside and began looking for someone.
"Who are you looking for?" Flowey asked.
Sans, Frisk sighed, not looking at the flower. He's usually here to pick me up. Or Papyrus. Flowey sighed, and began to look for the skeleton as well. He couldn't help but feel a little jealous of how much everyone seemed to care for Frisk.
Frisk suddenly spotted the comedic skeleton, as they made a beeline towards him, successfully shaking Flowey out of his stupor. Flowey shook his head. He needed to stop dwelling on things.
Hi Sans! Frisk signed. Sans didn't reply. Frisk frowned.
Sans? They sighed. He said skeleton sighed.
"C'mon Frisk, we've got a meeting with the principal," he said. Frisk frowned.
Why? They asked. Sans scowled.
"Because that little flower engaged in battle with some students," Sans said, and looked at Flowey. The said flower shrank back a little in his pot. Sans sighed, and started walking, Frisk following him.
This is gonna end badly, isn't it? Frisk asked. Sans gave a half-hearted smile.
"Nah, I'm pretty sure once we get everything sorted out, everything will move along bone-tivly." Sans said. Frisk laughed at the pun, whilst Flowey settled for hitting his head against his pot. Frisk chuckled, and gently grabbed a hold of the plants head, stopping him from injuring himself.
The trio walked back into the school, down countless corridors, till they came to a door labeled OFFICE. Sans sighed, opened the door, and stepped inside.
A secretary looked up when Sans entered, and her eyes widened when she realized that there was a skeleton in the office. She gulped.
"H-Hello, how can I help you?" she asked, shaking a bit. Sans dug around in his pockets, evidently looking for something.
"I've got a meeting with Mr- Averypot?" the end of the skeleton's sentence turned into a question. The secretary nodded, and pointed towards a door.
"H-he should be i-in there." she said. Sans thanked her for her help, and headed towards the door that she pointed towards. He opened it, and stepped inside.
Flowey wished he hadn't.
Immediately, the smell of cigarette smoke hit the flower's nose. He gagged.
"Eww, what is that smell?" he asked. Sans sighed.
"Cigarette smoke." he said. A man that Flowey somehow hadn't noticed turned around when he heard Flowey speak. His eyes widened when he noticed the skeleton.
"Wh-what do you want?" the man asked, nearly dropping his cigarette. Flowey rolled his eyes.
"I've got a meeting with Mr Averypot." Sans said. The man suddenly snapped his fingers.
"Oh!" he said. "You must be Sans!" Sans nodded. The man took a drag on his cigarette.
"Sit down, sit down!" he said, motioning to the two seats in front of his desk. Sans and Frisk complied, sitting down on the chairs. Flowey felt his stomach churn when the cigarette smoke got to close to his face. He was beginning to feel really nauseous. The man sat down on the chair behind the desk.
"As you may already know, I am Mr Averypot." Flowey was unable to hold in a snicker at the mention of his name. Averypot? Seriously? Mr Averypot glared at Flowey.
"I take it you're the flower who scared the crap outta 3 of my pupils." he said. Flowey beamed.
"Yep, that's me!" he chirped. "I'm Flowey, Flowey the flower!" Mr Averypot rolled his eyes.
"No duh." he said, then turned to Sans. "Why did Miss Dreemurr bring this flower to school." Frisk stiffened up at the use of the wrong pronoun. Sans glared at Mr Averypot.
"Frisk is non-binary," he said. Mr Averypot took another drag of his cigarette.
"Yeah, that's great," he said flippantly. "Why did Frisk bring this abomination to school." Flowey frowned. Those words hurt. Sans glared at Mr Averypot.
"No one could babysit Flowey, so he had to go to school with Frisk." he said. Mr Averypot frowned.
"Why do you need someone to babysit a flower?" He asked.
"That's none of your business." Sans said. Flowey desperately wanted to say: 'They didn't trust me not to go on a killing spree unattended,' but he had the feeling Sans would be pissed at him if he did. Mr Averypot sighed.
"Ok, whatever," he said. "Then can you explain why Flowey attacked three students for no reason?"
"Because I'm an insane psychopath who needs help?" Flowey supplied before he could help himself. Mr Averypot stared at him in shock. Flowey giggled.
"Just kidding." he said. Mr Averypot shook his head, and asked Sans the same question again. Sans sighed.
"I don't know," he admitted. "Flowey's just like that sometimes." This is where Frisk started signing, going to fast for Flowey to understand. A flicker of surprise flashed across Sans's face.
"Really?" he asked. Frisk nodded. Sans turned to Mr Averypot.
"Frisk said that Flowey stuck up for them when some kids bullied them." he said. Mr Averypot huffed.
"Their lying, or course." he said angrily. A look of confusion flitted across the skeleton's face.
"Why would Frisk lie?" he asked. Mr Averypot threw his hands in the air.
"Because their best friends!" he huffed. "They obviously don't want to get their best friend into trouble, so they lie!" Flowey glared at him.
"No," Flowey said. "Frisk and I aren't best friends. Its kinda difficult to be best friends with someone you've tried to kill 100 times." Mr Averypot's jaw dropped.
"But don't worry," Flowey continued, oblivious to Mr Averypot's shocked expression. "I'm a little bored of killing people. Eating gummy worms is much more exciting." Mr Averypot shook his head, and looked at Sans again.
"I-uh-" he cleared his throat, regaining his composure. "I'll let this incident slide so long as Flowey never comes to school again." Sans chuckled.
"Deal." he said, and stood up. Mr Averypot did the same.
"It was nice meeting you," Sans said, though it was obviously a lie. Mr Averypot forced a smile onto his face.
"Likewise." he said. Frisk picked up Flowey's pot. The said flower groaned, feeling his nausea return.
"Hey Frisk?' The flower asked. "Can you throw me out the window? I think I'm gonna be sick." Frisk's eyes widened, and they quickly ran out of the office, into the yard, and set Flowey down behind some bushes just as the flower expelled his feast of gummy worms from earlier.
"Ugh," the flower groaned. "Frisk, if you ever take me back into that office, I will personally twist your head off your shoulders and use it as a ball." Frisk nodded, eyes wide.
"Frisk! Frisk!" A voice called. Its Sans. Frisk waved at the skeleton. Sans walked over to them.
"Why'd you bolt kid?" he asked. Frisk pointed at Flowey, who was busy puking his guts up again. Sans winced in sympathy.
"Oh," he said. "Cigarette smoke get to you bud?" Flowey stopped vomiting long enough to glare at the skeleton.
"What do you think?" he asked, shaking. "Go away." Sans grinned.
"Oh, you want us to leaf you alone bud?" he asked. Flowey groaned, and hit his head against his pot.
"Ugh, just reset already Frisk." the flower said. Frisk shook their head.
Ok, this is officially the worst day of my life, Flowey thought sourly.
"Hey, Flowey?" Sans asked. Flowey glared at the skeleton.
"What?" he spat. Sans picked at his metacarpals.
"Thanks for sticking up for Frisk," he said. Flowey gazed at the skeleton disbelievingly. Did Sans just thank Flowey? He must've hit his head harder then he thought.
"You're welcome." The flower said suspiciously. Sans nodded, and looked at Frisk.
"Why didn't you tell anyone you were being bullied kid?" he asked. Frisk bit their lip, and started signing again.
It was just less trouble if I didn't tell, They said. Sans frowned.
"Kid, if something or someone bothers you, tell one of us about it, kay?" he said. Frisk nodded, and turned to Flowey.
How are you feeling Flowey? They asked.
"Ridiculously nauseous still, but I'll live," the flower said. "Can we go home now? I don't want to spend another second here." Frisk gave a silent laugh and picked up Flowey. They started walking in the direction of their house, but Sans stopped them.
"Kid, wait," he said. "I know a shortcut."
And BAM! Another chapter done!
Ok, firstly, right of the bat: I'm sorry for not updating. There. That's said and done. I don't really have an excuse other then procrastination and school. I hate school.
Secondly: I'd like to give my little sister credit for coming up with the name of the principal. *claps slowly* Fabulous name, isn't it?
Thirdly: Sorry if this chapter seems rushed in any way, I was just not happy with it. I couldn't get it right, but I owe you guys a chapter, so here it is. Next chapter will be better, as I actually have a gameplan for it. *laughs evilly* mwahahahahaha
Fourthly:
Au revior, little biscuits!