Chapter 9:
Flowey's P.O.V- third person
"RESET ALREADY FRISK!" Flowey screamed. The flower knew full well that the child could not hear him, but it felt good to scream anyways.
Honestly, he was ok enough when he woke up, abeit, rather congested still, but he was ok.
Which, in Flowey's terms, ok is his equivalent of ecstatically happy.
Anyways, things really started going downhill for Flowey when the pasta-loving skeleton tried to make him feel better. Honestly. Flowey knew Papyrus meant well, but with him constantly trying to give Flowey spaghetti and him talking with his overly loud voice, it just made the flower want to go back to the underground.
The smiley trashbag was a little better, Flowey will admit. He mostly left the flower to his own devices, only asking if he wanted anything a few times.
But things really turned for the worst when Flowey's fever spiked.
He'd had this fever all day, and it was rather persistent about not breaking, which just made Flowey more short tempered and worried. He was terrified that he'd become delirious and spill his secrets about being Asriel the the skelebros, which is why he did everything in his power to try and stop his fever from spiking to much.
It was all in vain, sadly.
Papyrus had just left to get more spaghetti when it happened, actually. All Flowey remembered was just sitting there, feeling sickly, and them BOOM! Memory blank.
Basically, Flowey became delirious- exactly what he had been trying to avoid.
"Hey Sans!" the little buttercup called to the skeleton. Sans looked up from his joke book.
"Yeah?" he asked. Flowey tilted his head to one side.
"Why is everyone so afraid of dying?" he asked. "It isn't that bad." Sans knit his eyebrows- or he would've, if he had any. What was this flower on about?
"Ummmm..." Sans set down his joke book and walked over to Flowey, laying one bony finger on the flower's tiny forehead. Flowey giggled.
"Your hands are weird," he said. "Why do they look like that?" Sans sighed, realizing that Flowey was delirious.
"My hands look like that because I'm a skeleton." Sans said. Flowey gazed up at Sans in confusion.
"How do you stay together then?" he asked. Sans paused to think. That actually was a very good question.
"I don't know," he admitted. "Magic?" Flowey huffed.
"That's not a very good answer." the flower said sourly. Sans cracked a grin.
"Sorry bud, that's the best answer I got." Flowey groaned.
"That was terrible," he said. "You need to work on your jokes." Sans's grin grew wider, if that was possible.
"Well I'm glad we got to the root of the problem." he said. Flowey groaned again, and hit his head against his pot. Sans laughed a bit.
The golden flower suddenly sat- err, stood, bolt upright in his pot, successfully startling Sans.
"Soooooooooo," Flowey said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Do you like Toriel?" Sans felt his face flush blue.
"I- err, well," he fumbled, unable to come up with a reply. Flowey laughed.
"You do, don't you?" he asked. Sans suddenly developed an interest in his blue hoodie. Flowey laughed, and began singing.
"Toriel and Sans, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" he sang. Sans felt his face flush an even deeper shade of blue, if that were possible. "First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Toriel with a baby carriage!" Flowey suddenly stopped short, confusion written all over his face.
"Hey Sans?" he asked curiously. "How do skeletons have children?" Sans buried his face in his hands to hide his blush.
"I don't know," he said, not wanting to go into the details. Flowey tsked.
"I thought you would know," he said. "Since your a skeleton and all." Sans shot bolt upright. He couldn't take this anymore.
"Ok, change of subject." he said. Flowey, much to his surprise, nodded.
There was some silence between the two, then-
"Hey Sans, have you ever wondered what its like to die?"
Sans paused and looked at the flower. What an odd question.
"Ehh, to be be honest, its not something I think about on daily basis," he said. "Why do you ask?" Flowey gave his version of a shrug.
"I dunno, it relates back to he whole why is everyone so afraid of dying," The flower admitted. He paused, then added. "Its not that bad." Sans frowned, that was the second time Flowey had talked about death not being so bad. He shrugged it off. Must be a result of his fever.
"Hey Sans," Flowey asked. Sans sighed. So many questions!
"Yes Flowey?" he asked tiredly. Flowey chewed his lip.
"How would you describe happiness to a person who hasn't felt it in a long time?" he asked eventually. Sans chuckled.
"Man, you ask a lot of strange questions," he said. "Are you always like this." Flowey huffed.
"Just answer the question!" he hissed, venom practically dripping from his voice, Sans jumped a bit at the flower's sudden mood change.
"Alright, alright, jeez, calm down bud," he said, then thought. Hmm, happiness. How would you describe that?
"Well... its kinda like a warm feeling in your chest," he said slowly. "And it makes you feel, I don't know, weightless? Jeez kid, you ask some really difficult questions." Flowey sagged in his pot.
"Weightless huh?" he asked. "Heh, I get that feeling all the time..." Curiosity began brimming in Sans's non-existent stomach.
"Hey Flowey... If I may ask... Whats it like to be a flower?" Sans patiently waited for the said flower to blow up. He wasn't expecting Flowey to answer.
"Its kinda strange," he admitted. "Like, you go to move your arms or legs, but there not there. And then you've got these gigantic petals that get in the way," he swatted at one of his petals. "And its really difficult to move around." Sans stared at the flower, dumbstruck. He hadn't expected Flowey to answer so honestly.
"I remember how I felt when I realized I was a flower," Flowey said, a far away look in his eyes. "I was so shocked, and then I cried." the flower smiled a twisted smile. "I always was a crybaby, wasn't I Chara?" Sans felt confusion settle in his SOUL. Chara... where had he heard that name before?
"I miss you a lot Chara," Sans realized the flower was still talking, mostly to himself now. "I still; dream about your death, you know." he sighed. "I wish I'd followed your plan..." Sans felt his confusion grow.
"but hey, you win some you lose some, right?" Flowey gave q hollow laugh. "Except we lost big time, didn't we Chara? The princess of all monsters dies via buttercup poisoning, and the prince was slaughtered by the humans." Flowey shuddered.
"It hurt Chara," he whispered. "They had fire... and spears." another shudder. "It hurt a lot." He suddenly smiled a twisted grin.
"But hey, the prince is still around, isn't he?" Flowey laughed insanely. "Even if he is a soulless emotionless flower, he still exists!" Sans paused.
Soulless emotionless flower?
Flowey suddenly sighed, shaking Sans out of his stupor.
"Oh... You have to go now Chara?" he asked sadly. "Oh. I understand. We'll talk later." Sans suddenly spoke up.
"Hey bud?" he asked. Flowey looked at him.
"Why?" he asked. Sans hesitated.
"Who were you talking to?" he asked. Flowey sighed in clear irritation.
"Chara, of course," he said, like it was obvious. Sans blinked.
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"Are you really this stupid?" he asked, honestly sounding like he was asking a question. "I thought eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeveryone knew who Chara was." Sans sighed.
"Newsflash bud, not everyone knows your imaginary friends," he said, temper getting the better of him a bit. Flowey's eyes flashed.
"Don't you dare call Chara an imaginary friend," he said. Sans gulped. Who knew such a little flower could instill such a large amount of fear into others?
"Ok, ok, calm down." he said. Flowey sighed.
"Sorry," he said. "Its just... I really miss Chara." Sans knit his eyebrows. he was presented with the opportunity to learn more about Flowey here. As much as he hate the little plant, he was very curious about him to.
"So tell me," Sans said. "Who is Chara?" Flowey sighed.
"Chara was the first human that fell into the underground," he said in a monotone. "They were adopted by Queen Toriel and King Asgore." Sans nodded. He knew all this already, but he didn't know that the humans name was Chara.
The name sent ripples of fear up and down his spine for some reason.
"One day, they and Prince Asriel tried to bake their father some pie," Flowey said, still talking in a monotone. "But they misread the instructions and used buttercups instead of butter, and the king fell horribly ill." Sans nodded. He remembered hearing about this when he was just a babybone.
"the king recovered, but Chara was never the same," Flowey continued, voice wobbling a little bit. "They became obsessed with trying to figure out how to break the barrier, and they spent months devising a horrible plan." Flowey began shaking slightly.
"Chara was to eat the buttercups, and when she died, the Price was to absorb her SOUL, pass through the barrier, and collect 7 human SOULS to shatter the said barrier," Flowey said, unable to keep up the monotone any longer. "The two proceeded with their plan, but Prince Asriel screwed up, and got himself killed." Flowey was full on shaking now.
"He managed to bury her underneath some golden buttercups, before he turned to dust," he said. To Sans's surprise, Flowey kept talking. He thought the story was over.
"Time passed, and the newly appointed Doctor Alphys injected a buttercup with DETERMINATION." the small flower said. "She didn't know it, but the flower that she had stuffed full of determination had the dust of Prince Asriel in it," Sans suddenly got a really bad feeling.
"Then, unbeknownst to her, that flower gained a life," he said. "He didn't have a SOUL, or any emotions, but he was all that remained of Prince Asriel," Flowey smiled a twisted grin.
"And do you wanna know what?" he asked. "That little flower was me."
Dun dun dun! Evil cliffy!
Ok, firstly, right off the bat: I am pleased to announce that I will do a PTA Flowey! Yay! I just have to fit it into my scheduled.
Secondly: Thank you everyone who has reviewed, followed, or favourited this story. I know I'm a little late with my thanks, and I feel kinda guilty about that, but hey, better late then never, right?
Thirdly:Guys, this story is coming to an end. I know your all sad to hear that, but all good things must come to an end. I think we've got about 4 or 5 more chapters though, so you don't need to worry about the end till a little bit.
Fourthly: Speaking of stories coming to an end... Hey guys, once I finish this story, would you guys like it if I did a bunch of oneshots for Undertale and made them into a book of sorts? Updates wouldn't be regular, I assure you, but it would still be Undertale stuffz.
Fifthly: I apologize if Flowey's delirious behavior isn't realistic, but I needed to have some humor in this story. Plus, keep in mind, the rules of delirium are probably different for flowers.
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Wow that's a long authors note.
Au revior, little biscuits!