Chapter 17:
Flowey's P.O.V- third person
Poke.
"Buzz off."
Poke.
"I will decapitate you."
Poke.
"Frisk, I swear to Asgore I will murder you in your sleep if you poke me one more bloomin' time."
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Poke.
"FRISK!"
The said child laughed to themselves as they watched Flowey turn a vibrant shade of red, spluttering with anger, going on about murder and friendliness pellets, all that jazz.
Frisk had missed their insane flowery friend.
The said flowery friend turned a hateful glare on Frisk, scowling.
"Would it have killed you to let me sleep for five more minutes?" he asked. Frisk playfully shook their head.
Its past noon, Flowey, they said. Flowey hummed.
"Eh, good point," he admitted. "But in my defense, I got like zero sleep the past weekend. I was terrified that Undyne would murder me in my sleep." Frisk chuckled.
Nah, she'd challenge you to a fight, they said, evidently a little amused. And prattle on about justice and some such nonsense. Flowey laughed a little despite himself. The kid had clearly started to pick up on some of his antics. Whether that was a good or a bad thing remains to be seen.
"Frisk!" Toriel suddenly called up the stairs. "Alphys is on the phone! She has something she wants to tell you!" Giving Flowey an apologetic look, the child made their way downstairs, leaving the psycho flower to wonder how Frisk could talk over the phone when they were mute. He resolved to ask them later.
The golden buttercup leaned back in his pot, beginning to wonder why he was still here. There was no way for him to get a SOUL, so why hadn't he taken off already?
The said buttercup was shaken out of his musings when Frisk bolted back up the stairs, and excited grin on their face. Before Flowey could question their sudden excitement, the child scooped Flowey up in their arms and ran for the door.
"Frisk!" Flowey cried. "Put me DOWN!" the child paid him no heed and instead continued to run like there was no tomorrow. They shot past Toriel, who looked at Flowey with a questioning gaze. The flower could only give her a hopeless look, as Frisk ran out the door like a ballistic missile.
"Frisk!" Flowey shouted as the said child weaved between pedestrians. "Where are we goin- DO NOT PUT ME ON YOUR HEAD WHEN YOU ARE RUNNING AT THIS SPEED." The child ignored Flowey's pleads, and placed him on their head as they doubled their speed.
"FRISK!" Flowey wailed, eyes wide with terror. "TAKE ME DOWN IM GOING TO FALL AND SNAP MY NECK- ERR, STEM!" Again, Frisk pain Flowey no heed and continued to run at the speed of sound, ignoring Flowey who was alternating between screaming, asking Frisk where they were going, and begging them to take him off their head.
Needless to say, they got a lot of strange looks.
Frisk finally arrived at their destination, slowing to a halt. They took Flowey off their head, who was breathing rather heavily, eyes wide.
"Frisk," Flowey said, a quiver in his voice. "Please never do that again." The said child quickly signed an apology to Flowey, and walked up the driveway. Flowey, now noticing where they were, turned and glared at Frisk.
"Seriously?" He asked. "I just leave this hellhole and now you want me to go back?" Frisk shot the flower a disapproving look.
You're not staying here, Flowey, they said. Alphys just wanted to... talk to me about something. Flowey narrowed his eyes.
"What did she want to talk to you about?" he asked suspiciously. Frisk shifted their weight.
Some... stuff, they said at length. Now c'mon, shes waiting.
The child knocked on the door; seconds later it was thrown open by Undyne. She smiled at them.
"Frisk! Enragement flower!" she greeted them. "C'mon, Alphy is waiting for you two!" She led the two inside, and down the stairs. Flowey began to grow reckless.
"Why am I here?" he asked. "What's going on? Why was Frisk so anxious to get her-" Flowey stopped short, eyes wide, looking at what was floating in front of him.
A SOUL.
"Wh-what- how- I-" Flowey spluttered, unable to come up with an answer. Alphys entered his line of vision.
"D-d-d-d-do you l-l-like it?" she asked. Flowey continued to stare open-mouthed at the SOUL. Alphys took this as an opportunity to keep talking.
"It-its not d-d-done y-yet." she said. "It-it st-st-st-st-st-still n-n-needs o-one m-m-m-m-more th-thing. S-s-some of y-your m-magic."
"Heheh..."
Frisk and Alphys looked at the golden buttercup, who was starting to laugh. He looked up at the two of them to reveal tears brimming in his eyes.
"AhahahAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" he wheezed, hiccupping. "Funny joke guys! Put a fake SOUL in front of the SOULLESS FLOWER! HAHAHAHA!" Alphys and Frisk exchanged nervous glances while Flowey had his breakdown.
"I-I mean, you c-couldn't d-d-disappoint me once, could you?" he asked, trembling. "You just HAD TO DO IT AGAIN, DIDNT YOU?!" Flowey ducked his head, hiding the tears that were starting to escape his eyes.
"Because seriously, what's more fun then tormenting a BROKEN FLOWER?!" he shrieked, head still bowed. He looked up at Frisk, petals hiding the top half of his face.
"YOU SHOULD OF LEFT ME IN THE UNDERGROUND!" he shouted. "But nooo, I decided to COME WITH YOU! AND LOOK WHERE THATS GOTTEN ME!" Flowey turned his gaze of Alphys.
"Y'know, I didn't think you were this cruel at first," he said, voice wobbling badly. "Sure, you reanimated me as a SOULless flower, but THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT! YOU'VE HELD A SOUL IN FRONT OF MY FACE TWICE NOW! YOUVE GIVEN ME THE OPPERTUNITY TO HAVE A SOUL TWICE! AND YOU TOOK AWAY THAT OPPERTUNITY TWICE!" Flowey turned his attention back to the said SOUL, a twisted, broken smile on his face.
"Once I destroy this 'SOUL', I'm gonna obliterate you two," he promised, voice hollow and trembling. "It was stupid of me to ever let go of my old morals. After all, its kILL Or bE kILLled!" Flowey surrounded the SOUL in a ring of friendliness pellets, like he did to Frisk when they first met. He closed the ring of friendliness pellets, laughing maniacally.
The SOUL shuddered...
And held fast.
Flowey gazed at the SOUL, curiousity brimming in his eyes.
"Wha..?" he questioned, throwing a friendliness pellet at the SOUL.
It absorbed the attack.
Flowey's look of confusion morphed into one of anger. He started bombarding the SOUL with friendliness pellets, but like before, it refused to break.
"AHHHH!" he shrieked, a cocktail of anger and confusion dancing in his eyes. "WHY-WONT-IT-BREAK?!"
"Flowey, stop!"
The flower did just that, freezing completely. He looked up at who had spoken. Frisk glared at the flower, hands balled into fists at their sides.
"Stop trying to obliterate the SOUL, it wont work," they said. Flowey glared at Frisk.
"No duh," he said sarcastically. He stole a glance back at the SOUL, confusion clear in his eyes.
"But seriously," he asked. "Why is it still standing?" Frisk sighed, and Alphys took over with speaking.
""Y-y-y-y-you cant d-d-d-destroy your own S-S-S-SOUL." she said. Flowey's eyes widened. He summoned another friendliness pellet and held it close to the SOUL, jumping when the friendliness pellet was absorbed. He looked up at Alphys.
"Explain." he demanded. Alphys took a deep breath.
"W-w-well a-after y-y-you l-l-l-l-left, I-I-I st-started t-t-t-tinkering a-a-around w-with D-D-DETERMINATION, and th-th-then I-I realized th-that I-I-f I c-c-could i-isolate D-DETERMINATION, I c-could pr-pr-pr-probably i-i-isolate l-l-love, m-m-mercy and c-c-c-compassion." Alphys began to smile.
"I-I d-d-d-did j-j-just th-that, th-then added y-y-y-y-y-y-your DNA to th-the m-m-mixture," she explained. "Th-there w-w-w-was a b-b-b-bit of an explosion," Alphys chuckled nervously. "An-and wh-when th-th-the d-d-d-dust cl-cleared, th-th-that S-SOUL w-w-was fl-floating th-th-there." Alphys pushed her glasses up.
"I-I checked its v-v-vitals, and r-r-realized th-that it w-w-was stable, f-f-for th-th-the t-t-time b-b-being, s-s-s-so I-I c-c-called F-F-Frisk over, and th-the rest is h-h-history." Flowey gazed at the upside-down heart, hesitantly reaching a vine out towards it. The SOUL immediately floated towards the vine, which Flowey recoiled instantly. He looked at Alphys.
"And you're sure that it wont fight against me?" he asked, unsure. Alphys nodded frantically.
"Y-Y-yes," she said. "I-Its m-m-made f-f-for you." Flowey reached out a vine for the SOUL when a though struck him, and he recoiled again.
"This isn't gonna retaliate against my DETERMINATION, is it?" he asked. Alphys shook her head.
"No, i-i-it sh-should h-h-h-hold up j-j-j-just f-f-fine," she said. "Y-your DNA has D-D-DETERMINATION in it, af-af-after all." Flowey nodded, then reached out a vine towards the SOUL, stopping inches away. He looked at Alphys.
"Is this gonna turn me back into Asriel?" he asked. Alphys winced, and shook her head.
"I d-d-don't th-think so," she said. "Y-Your DNA h-has ch-changed t-t-to m-m-much f-f-for y-y-you t-t-to t-t-turn b-b-back in-into As-Asriel. Y-You'll f-f-f-feel l-l-like Asriel, b-b-b-but y-y-y-you w-w-wont b-b-be Asriel." Flowey bit his lip.
"Eh, whatever," he said. "My biggest problem with this body s that it doesn't feel emotions." he took a deep breath.
"Here goes nothing," he said, then reached out, and grabbed the SOUL, absorbing it.
Complete and total silence for 30 seconds.
"F-F-Flowey? H-H-How d-d-do you f-f-feel?" Alphys asked nervously. Flowey looked up at her with a broken expression.
"Exactly the same..."
Ohhhhh, evil cliffy! DUN DUN DUN!
Ok, firstly, right off the bat: To those of you that wanted Flowey to turn back into Asriel, I'm sorry, but he's stayin' Flowey. Why? Because a) I like Flowey better then Asriel, and b) I don't see how that can be possible. My headcannon is that Flowey turned back into Asriel in the game because of the sheer power of everyone's SOULs put together, and stayed that way for a short period of time because of the residual magic. Ok? Ok. I DO NOT WANT TO SEE ANY HATE COMMENTS IN THE REVIEW SECTION. Sure, some of them would probably make me laugh, but PLEASE DONT. If your upset about Flowey stayin' Flowey, write your angry review in Microsoft word and KEEP IT THERE. You will feel much better afterwards.
Moving on...
Hooray! A chapter with 1,800 words again! Its about time, am I right?
Oh! Also: You guy remember that extra chapter I was babblin' on about in another chapter? I've decided I wont post it in this story, but as a serperate oneshot.
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Um, that's it.
Eheheheheh...
Au revior, little biscuits!
P.S- This chapter was three words off from being 2,000 words, so I added this extra bit of writing because I wanted this chapter to be over 2,000 words. Ok? Ok.