Chapter 8:
Flowey's P.O.V- third person
"AH-CHOO!" Flowey sneezed for what seemed like the 50th time that day. Frisk stole a concerned glance at the flower.
You ok? they signed. Flowey coughed.
"Of course Frisk, why wouldn't I be?" Flowey asked, sounding a bit congested. Frisk frowned, and placed a finger on the flower's forehead. Flowey reeled away from Frisk.
"What are you doing Frisk?" the buttercup asked. Frisk frowned.
Checking to see if you have a fever, they said, and felt Flowey's forehead again. Which you do.
"Whats a fever again?" Flowey asked. Frisk sighed.
A fever is when your body temperature is higher then is should be, Frisk explained. Wait right here.
"Do I really have a choice?" Flowey called to Frisk's retreating back. Flowey leaned back in his pot. He really was feeling awful. He kinda just wanted to lie there, and fall asleep...
"Flowey? Flowey!" someone called Flowey's name. He opened his yes and realized he'd been falling asleep- without the music box. He shuddered.
Not gonna make that mistake again, Flowey thought. Note to self: Make sure you don't fall asleep without the music box.
Flowey was shaken out of his stupor when he heard Toriel call his name. He blinked.
"What?" he asked. Toriel sighed.
"I said: How are you feeling?" the boss monster repeated herself.
"Peachy." Flowey replied stiffly. Toriel sighed, and looked at Frisk.
"Have you any idea why he is so adamant about lying about the state of his well-being?" Toriel asked Frisk. The said child shrugged, and started signing again. Once they'd finished, Toriel nodded, and placed a finger on Flowey's forehead. Much like before, he recoiled away from her. Toriel turned to Frisk.
"You're right, my child," she said. "Flowey is running a temperature. Wait here while I go get a thermometer." Toriel turned around and headed out of Frisk's room. Flowey sneezed again. Frisk looked at the flower worriedly. Flowey noticed Frisk's concerned glare and narrowed his eyes.
"What?" Flowey snapped.
I'm just worried about you, they said. Flowey sagged in his pot.
"Why?" he asked tiredly. "If I remember correctly, didn't I try to kill you numerous times and give you at least five death threats a day? Why would you care about me?" Frisk sighed.
I want you to be happy, Flowey, they signed. Nobody deserves to be unable to feel emotions. Nobody. Flowey huffed.
"Whatever." he said, and broke into a sneezing fit that lasted about 30 seconds. Toriel returned just after Flowey stopped sneezing.
"Sorry I was so long," she said. "I misplaced the thermometer." She walked over to Flowey.
"Open your mouth," she instructed. Flowey didn't.
"Why?" he asked. "I'd like to know whats going on no- ACK!" Flowey's sentence was cut short by Toriel shoving the thermometer in his mouth. He glared at he, fuming. Frisk laughed silently at the flower's predicament. Flowey glowered at them.
The thermometer suddenly beeped, successfully scaring the crap outta Flowey. Toriel gently took the thermometer out of the flower's mouth and checked the temperature. She sighed.
"Frisk is right Flowey," she said to the buttercup. "You are running a fever." Flowey sighed.
"And that's bad because?" He asked crossly.
"Its not actually," Toriel admitted. "A fever means the enzymes in your body are fighting against whatever bacteria are making you sick." Flowey stared up at her, pretending to understand. He wasn't in the mood for a lecture.
"Ok." he muttered. "That's great." Toriel sighed.
"Frisk, child, do you think Sans of Papyrus would be willing to babysit Flowey for today?" she asked them. Flowey snapped to attention. Babysit? Babysit? What did they think he was, a toddler? Flowey doesn't need to be babysat, thank you very much.
"I don't need to be babysat," Flowey huffed. "I'm old enough to be left at home alone." Flowey stopped short. He sounded just like Asriel then. Strange. Toriel sighed again.
"Its just easier if someone is there to watch over you." Toriel said. Flowey scowled. He didn't want to be babysat. He didn't need to be babysat.
Suddenly a horrible thought entered Flowey's mind.
What if he became delirious?
Now, Flowey will admit, his memory of stuff in different timelines is pretty sketchy and all around terrible, but he has one clear memory of himself being delirious and spilling all his secrets about himself being able to reset, how he became a flower, and how he was once Asriel to the fish lady- Undyne. It must've been a long time ago if Undyne was willing to listen to him.
But back to the problem at hand.
Flowey made a mental note to stay as clear-headed throughout the day as possible, though he had the feeling that would be a fruitless effort.
The golden buttercup was so caught up in his own thoughts that he didn't notice Sans and Papyrus enter the room. He was reminded, however, when Papyrus began to talk.
"MY FRIEND FLOWEY IS NOT FEELING WELL?" Papyrus asked in his loud voice. Flowey winced. "THEN I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL MAKE SURE HE FEELS BETTER! AFTER ALL, WHO CAN FEEL UNWELL WHEN THEY ARE WITH SUCH A COOL DUDE LIKE ME? NYEH HEH HEH!" Flowey rolled his eyes. If Papyrus didn't shut up, not only was Flowey going to be unwell, but he'd be deaf too.
"So you'll stay and watch after him?" Toriel asked hopefully. Both skelebros nodded, though Sans looked less then pleased about having to watch after a flower. Toriel breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you." she said, then turned to Frisk.
"Come along child," she said. "You'll be late for school if you do not hurry." Frisk gave Flowey a smile, grabbed their bag, and proceeded to run out the door. Toriel turned to the skelebros.
"Thank you both." she said, then stole a glance at the clock in Frisk's room.
"I've got to go, or else I'll be late for work. Flowey," she fixed the flower with a stern glare. "Be good." Flowey huffed. Toriel left.
...
"I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, SHALL MAKE FLOWEY SOME SPAGHETTI!" Papyrus announced, the hurried out of Frisk's bedroom. Flowey rolled his eyes, wondering how Sans managed to hang around his younger brother and not go insane.
"Hey, I recognize this!" Sans suddenly said, successfully shaking Flowey out of his stupor. He looked over at Sans and realized he was holding his music box. No, not his music box, Asriel's music box. There's a difference.
"Tori said her son made this, Asriel," Sans said, more to himself then Flowey. "What's it doing in Frisk's room?" Flowey bit his lip.
"Its because of me," he admitted. "Frisk found out that it calms me down and helps me me sleep, so now whenever I go to bed or have a tantrum, they play it, and I either calm down, or fall asleep. Sometimes both." Flowey didnt bother mentioning why he couldn't go to sleep without the music box, or why it calms him down. That would just lead to more questions. Papyrus suddenly came into Frisk's room, with him, a plate of spaghetti.
"THE GREAT PAPYRUS HAS RETURNED FROM THE KITCHEN!" he announced, stating the obvious. Papyrus suddenly noticed the music box in Sans's hands. "WHAT HAVE YOU GOT THERE BROTHER?" Sans looked down at the music box in his hands.
"Just a music box," he said. "Hey, do you think maybe we could play it? I love music boxes." Papyrus nodded.
"THAT'S A WONDERFUL IDEA SANS!" the taller skelly said. Sans set the music box down and wound it up. "Memory" began to play, and Flowey's cold began taking its toll on him, making the golden flower sleepy. Sans and Papyrus noticed the flower's drooping stance, and quietly exited the room, leaving the spaghetti and music box behind with the buttercup.
Flowey fell asleep.
...
So... I'm not dead.
Yay? *dodges pots and pans being thrown*
Ok, ok, I'm sorry for not updating, bla bla bla. You guys have heard it all before.
I may be getting a new laptop this week, so that should mean more chapters and such, if I stop procrastinating long enough to post them.
ALSO: Guys, I want your honest opinion on something, two things actually:
A) Does the word 'opinion' ever look like the word 'onion' to you?
And B) Do you guys want me to do a PTA Flowey? Like have Sans take Flowey to the PTA meetings, and instead of having Sans get pissed, Flowey gets pissed? Leave a review of PM me your opinion, if you want.
Oh, and sorry for the shorter chapter, I'm in a hurry to get this up, as I've left you guys with no chapter for the past week.
Oops.
Au revior, little biscutes!