Chapter 12:

Flowey's P.O.V- third person

Flowey was pretty fed up at this point.

First, he has Frisk betray his trust.

Now he's got Dr Alphys sticking needles and such in him.

"Sorry!" She cried when he hissed at her. "I-i need t-t-to g-get some of your chlorophyll..." Flowey glared at her while he rubbed the sore spot with one of his leaves.

"Do that again and I'll kill you." He threatened. Alphys looked at him fearfully, then hurriedoff, presumably to do something with his chlorophyll. Frisk sighed.

Flowey, you can't give death threats to everyone who upsets you, they signed. Flowey ignored them. Frisk huffed, and glared at the flower.

I said I was sorry! they signed. Flowey desperately wanted to say: and I said sorry wouldn't cut it, but he didn't want to talk to Frisk at all. He knew the child couldn't stand being ignored.

Dr Alphys suddenly came back, with her, a very strange machine. Flowey stared at said machine blankly.

"What. Is. That." He asked. Alphys pushed her glasses up her nose a bit.

"I u-used th-th-this sc-scan your DNA." she said. She looked at Flowey.

"A-a-acording to this machine, your DNA has c-c-changed over the years." Shesaid. Flowey raised an eyebrow.

"Change?" He asked. "How?" Alphys fiddled with her lab coat.

"W-w-well, according to my studies, your DNA has been changing ever since you t-t-turned into a flower due to the high levels of DETERMINATION that you posses." She explained. Flowey nodded, not seeing where this was going. Alphys sighed sadly.

"F-F-Flowey, I've I've got some b-bad news." She said. Flowey's imaginary stomache plummeted. Alphys adjusted her glasses.

"Since your DNA has ch-changed s-so m-m-m-much, I-I'm not sure I c-can make a SOUL f-f-for you." She said. Flowey blinked.

"What does my DNA have to with SOULS?" He asked. Alphys sighed.

"A monsters SOUL is made up of five things: compassion, love, mercy, magic, and a little DNA," she said. "The DNA is what makes a monsters magic unique." Alphys took a deep breath.

"Flowey, you know that your DNA was a combination of Asgore and Toriels DNA, right?" She asked. Flowey nodded. Alphys hesitated before carring in. "Henceforth, your SOUL would have been a combo of the two, as with all children. The SOUL has to match the DNA, otherwise the results could be... Less then pretty." Flowey was getting impatient.

"Just tell me what's wrong already!" He snarled. Alphys flinched before continuing.

"Flowey... My original idea to get you your SOUL was to combine Asgore and Toriel:s DNA to make you a new SOUL," she said. "I didn't factor in the fact that your molectualr and DNA structure could have changed..." Alphys looked at Flowey with sad eyes.

"Flowey I have no earthly clue how to make you a SOUL." She said. "I'm not even sure it's possible anymore..." Flowey stilled.

"Is this some sick joke?" He asked quietly. Alphys sniffled.

"I wish it was but.. It isn't." Flowey sighed.

"Whatever." He said softly. "I don't need a SOUL. I guess it was just wishful thinking..." Flowey turned away as a tear traced it's way down his face.

"I-i can d-d-do some more t-tests t-t-to try t-t-to figure out i-if I made a mistake.? Alphys offered. Flowey drooped in his pot.

"No thanks," he said. "Thanks for trying though." He sighed, and looked at Frisk. The child got the message. They walked over and picked up Flowey's pot. They turned to Alphys, signing.

"O-oh." She said. "Y-y-y-you-our have t-to g-g-go? O-ok." She led Frisk and Flowey out of the lab, up the stairs, and out of the house.

The duo walked in silence.

"Flowey?" The said flower looked up tlat the child who had spoken.

"What?" He asked, to depressed to remember to ignore Frisk. The child shifted their weight.

"I'm- I'm sorry we couldn't get you a SOUL." They said quietly. Flowey sighed.

"Whatever." He muttered. "I've lived without a SOUL for my whole life, I don't need-" Flowey was interrupted by Frisk, who wrapped their arms around the plant. Flowey didn't recoil away, and just focused on stopping the tears from building up in his eyes.

A drop of water hit the plabts head, and he realized Frisk was crying. He didn't let his own tears escape, not wanting to look weak.

"Y-you know it's OK to cry, right Flowey?" The demonic flower heard Frisk ask between sniffles. He stubbornly shut his eyes.

"I'm fine." He insisted, though the tremor in his voice suggested otherwise. "I don't need a SOUL, I don't need love, I don't need happiness, I DON'T NEED EMOTIONS!" the last four words broke Flowey's carefully constructed mask, and he dissolved into tears.

The golden buttercup was dimly aware of Frisk muttering soothing condolences, but he wasn't really listening.

It just wasn't fair, Flowey reflected. He'd waited so long, suffered so much, only to have his last hope of getting a SOUL slip away.

Flowey wished he had never come to the surface.

The two just stayed like that, Frisk holding Flowey while he cried his eyes out.

Finally, after five minutes Fowey pulled away.

"Hey Frisk?' He asked quietly. The said child looked down at theflower.

"Yeah?" They asked, voice beginning to grow hoarse. Flowey blinked some tears out of his eyes.

"Thanks." He said softly. Frisk hugged Flowey ttighter, whispering a you're welcome to the flower.

The two continued walking like that, Frisk hugging Flowey till they got home. When they reached the front door, Flowey pulled away from Frisk again.

"Frisk... Do me a favour and don't tell anyone I cried, alright?" He asked. Frisk simply nodded in response, and pushed open the front door.

They walked inside. Frisk signed hello to Toriel, and quickly hurried up to put Flowey in their room.

Once there, they set Flowey down on their dresser and asked him if he wanting anything. He nearly sighed.

"Just play the musicbox." Flowey requested. Frisk quickly wound up the music box and let it play, disappearing to go help Toriel with dinner. Flowey sighed once they'd left. He just couldn't catch a break, could he?

As Flowey satt there, listening to his song, a memory rose up from the depths of his mind unbidden

"Chara, are you sure about this?" Asriel asked. The child in question just grinned at him.

"Of course I am Azzy!" They said. "Everything will work out, I promise." Asriel frowned as Chara knelt down to eat sone buttercups.

"Ok Chara," he said. "I believe you."

Flowey sighed as more tears leaked from his eyes. He missed Chara so much.

"I miss you Chara," he said softly to the empty room. "Why'd you have to leave?"

*Sniffles* anyone need any tissues?

I actually teared up a little bit while writing this. I'm sorry if this chapter made any of you cry all over your keyboards or phones or tablets or whatever the hell your reading this on.

But, on the bright side, two updates within days of each other! I'm pretty sure this is the fastest I've ever updated a stroy. It's all because I can update on my phone now.

Not much else to say, other the. PTA Flowey is up next.

WAIT I JUST REALIZED THAT PTA STANDS FOR 'PARENT TEACHER ASSOCIATION!' MIND BLOWN, ALL OVER THE WALLS, SOMEONE GO CLEAN IT UP.

Eh...

Au revoir, little biscuits!