Chapter 11:

Flowey's P.O.V- third person

It had been about 4 days since Flowey accidentally spilled his secrets about being Asriel to Sans. Much to Flowey's pleasure, the comedic skeleton hadn't given any indication that Flowey was once Asriel to anyone.

Things were actually looking up, Flowey reflected. His cold was gone, he was sleeping better, Papyrus's cooking had improved enough to be considered edible.

Things were pretty good.

Up until Frisk had to ruin everything.

"WHAT?" Flowey shrieked. Frisk held a finger to their lip in the universal sign of 'lower your voice'.

Calm down Flowey, Alphys just needs to do an examination, they signed. Flowey sighed.

"Why?" he asked. Frisk sighed, and rubbed their temples.

I dont know, she just told me it would help her to make you a SOUL. Flowey hesitated before asking his next question.

"If she does this examination, will she find out about my, ah, alter ego?" he asked. Frisk paused, guilt flashing across their face. That told Flowey enough.

"Nope, I'm not doing it," he said. "I dont want anyone else to know about Asriel. Even two is to many." Frisk looked at Flowey with something akin to curiousity brimming in their eyes.

Two? they asked. Flowey sucked in a breath. He'd said to much.

"I accidently spilled my secrets about being Asriel to Smiley Trashbag when I was delarious." Flowey admitted. Frisk nodded, and picked up Flowey. The golden buttercup immediately went into panic mode.

"Where are we going?" the flower asked. Frisk sighed.

To Alphys, so she can do her examination, they said. Flowey squirmed in Frisk's grasp.

"Nooooooo!" He whined. "They call it a 'secret identity' for a reason!" Frisk glared at Flowey.

Do you want me to get the tape? Frisk asked Flowey. The said flower immediately shut his trap. He hated a lot of things, but he held a strong dislike for the hellish item known as 'tape'.

Flowey remained silent while Frisk made their way downstairs. The said child told their adoptive mother where they were goigoing, and set off, towards Alphys's lab.

Flowey didn't speak up for at least half of the trip, and he knew it was starting to worry Frisk. Usually by now he's have given them at least five death threats.

Flowey's suspicions about Frisk being worried about him were proven correct when the child finally asked if he was OK. Flowey sighed.

"Im- I'm scared, Frisk," the golden buttercup admitted. "I don't want anyone to know about me being Asriel once. Even two is two to many." Frisk sighed, and sat down on the curb, forcing the panicked flower to look at them.

Nobody will think any less of you, they signed. Flowey snorted.

"That's not the problem," he said, and gave Frisk a sideways glance. He sighed. "I- I don't like Asriel." Frisk gave Flowey a confused glance. The sajd flower sighed.

"Look, Frisk, I don't know if you already know this, but I think of myself and Asriel as two separate bbeings," he said tiredly. "I may share Asriel's memories, but I dont think of myself as him." Flowey sighed again.

"II actually really hate Asriel," he said. "I'm worried that if the others find out I was once him, they'll start thinking of me as him, y'know?" Frisk sighed.

But you still want a SOUL, right? they asked. Flowey snorted.

"Of course I do, that's the whole reason I came up here." He replied stiffly.

Well, if you wish to achieve that dream, a few people are gonna have to find out about Asriel. Sacrifices have to be made.

Flowey sat in his pot, mulling over Frisk's words, or lack thereof. The child had a point.

Eventually, Flowey delivered his answer.

"Fine," he mumbled. "Just take me to the freaking lab already. I don't care if that idiotic scientist finds out about Asriel. She'll probably be to scared to tell anyone anyways." Frisk frowned at Flowey, but continued on their way nevertheless, ignoring the numerous complaints and death threats Flowey gave them.

Finally, after about 10 minutes of walking, they made it to Alphys's and Undyne's house. Flowey frowned.

"I thought we were going to Alphys's lab." He said.

We are, Frisk signed. Her lab is in the basement.

Frisk formed a tiny fist with their hand and knocked thrice on the wooden door. Almost immediately, Undyne opened the door. Flowey gulped, not forgetting their last meeting.

"Took ya long enough to get here, punk!" She practically shouted. "Alphys has been going insane with anticipation!" Undyne opened the door wider, an unspoken gesture for Frisk to come inside. They did so, apparently oblivious to the death stare she was giving Flowey. The said flower shrunck back a bit in his pot.

" HEY ALPHYS!" Undyne shouted. "FRISK ANS THE MURDER FLOWER ARE HERE!" Flowey rolled his eyes at thenickname as Alphys made her way into the room.

"Oh! H-hi F-Frisk." She said, stuttering a bit. "I see y-youve b-b-brought Flowey w-with you." Frisk nodded determinedly and lifted Flowey above their head for emphasis. Flowey rolled his eyes again.

"W-w-well c-come with m-me then," she said, and began edging her way toward the basement. Frisk followed her, unaware that Flowey had begun to shake slightly.

"O-ok," Alphys said when she reached the bottom of the stairs. "J-j-just p-place F-flowey on that table over there." Frisk complied, and set Flowey's pot on the said table. Alphys adjusted her glasses.

"O-ok, Flowey, I'm gonna have to ask you a few questions," she said. Flowey flopped over his pot in over exaggerated boredom.

"Ok, fine." He said studing his leaves, appearing uninterested.

That was all gonna change in a second thought.

"Ok.." Alphys said, consulting a clipboard she had seemily pulled out of nowhere. "Firstly: Do yoh still feel like Prince Asriel?" Flowey stilled.

"What. Did. Frisk. Tell. You?" He asked through gritted teeth. Alphys let out a frightened squeak.

"T-t-they j-j-j-j-just t-t-old me that y-you were once A-asriel." She said, stuttering like crazy. Flowey nodded, and rounded on Frisk.

"Ok, and can you tell me why you decided to spill MY secret without MY consent?" He asked in a sickly sweet tone. Frisk shuddered.

I just... they trailed off. Flowey glared at them.

"Whatever," he said. "Carry on with your stupid expirament. I ddon't care anymore." Alphys nodded, and hurried off to get something. As soon as she rounded a corner, Flowey turned to Frisk with pure, undialed rage dancing in his eyes.

"Really Frisk? Really? He spat. " I thought I could trust you." Frisk frowned and their lower lip trembled.

I thoght-

"You thought WHAT exactly?" Flowey snapped. Tears started building up in Frisk's eyes. "I thought I could trust you. I thought... Never mind. I hate you."

It was those three words that broke Frisk's composure aand they broke down crying. Flowey didn't care.

"You're a bit of a horrible person, you know that?" Flowey said, not really asking a question.

I'm sorry, Frisk signed with shaking hands. Flowey gave a bitter laugh.

"Sorry? You're SORRY?" Flowey asked. " Sorry is the kind of thing you say to someone when you pop their football, not when you break their trust." Frisk cried harder. Flowey turned away from Frisk.

They were both silent for about five minutes, save for Frisk's quiet sobs. Flowey sighed and looked at Frisk with a broken expression.

"Frisk..." He said quietly.

"Don't you have anything better to do?"

Ayyy, I'm back!

I'll skip the usual nonsense where I'm all like: im so sorry I didn't update, boo hoo! and just cut to the chase instead.

Firstly: after the next chapter, it SHOULD be PTA Flowey.

Secondly: You remember a couple chapters back when I said this story was only gonna have 5 more chapters? Yeahhhhhh... Scratch that. In my mind, with the way things are going, this story night have around 15 chapters, eheheheheheh...

...

I have no life.

But yeah, I decided to drive a rift between Frisk and Flowey. I'm so evil.

Anyways:

Au revoir, little biscuits!

P.S. I actually had to rewrite half of this chapter as I lost it

P.S.S I also figured out a way to update on my phone, so that should mean more late-night updates. Yay.