Chapter 18:

Flowey's POV- third person

"F-Flowey? H-h-how do y-you feel?"

"Exactly the same..."

Frisk stared at Flowey in apologeticness and sympathy while he ducked his head so the others wouldnt see the tears building up in his eyes. Alphys meanwhile, sighed in relief. Flowey's head snapped up, eyes brimming with unshed tears and fury.

"You think this is funny?" he hissed. Alphys shook her head frantically.

"N-no!" she said. "Y-you're not supposed t-t-to feel an-anything at first... Its j-just th-the SOUL ajusting t-t-to having a h-host..." Flowey's glare softened, just a bit.

"Ok," he said slowly. "When do I start feeling emotions?" Alphys hurried over to a large computer screen and started fiddling with the dials.

"S-sometime t-t-tomorrow," she said. "I dont know wh-when." Flowey huffed and leaned back in his pot, suddenly very tired. Alphys gained a knowing look in her eye.

"Y-you're p-p-p-probably t-tired," she said. "Its probably j-j-just the SOUL using y-your energy to ajust." the golden buttercup yawned, slowly but surely developing a problem with keeping his eyes open. Frisks eyes widened and they satred signing frantically to Alphys. She nodded in understanding.

"That makes sense," she said, then turned to Flowey. "H-hey Flowey? F-F-Frisk is j-just gonna take you h-home now... S-so th-they can pl-play the music box f-f-for you s-so you dont have n-nightmares..." Flowey made no notion that he had heard her; he was putting all of his energy into staying awake.

Frisk walked up to Flowey, picking him up and walking towards the door, stopping when the exausted flower in their arms suddenly spoke up.

"Alphys...?" he asked quietly. "Thanks..."

Giving the former royal scientist a small smile, Frisk slipped out the door and hurried home, already imagining what Toriel would say to them.

Decinding that they needed to get home quickly, Frisk resorted to plopping Flowey on their head and shooting off like a bat outta hell- the poor flower was to tired to protest.

Once home, Frisk took Flowey off their head, and walked inside.

Toriel was waiting for them, they didnt expect any less. She looked more concerned then anything else, which made snse, Frisk supposed. They had acted rather out of the ordinary.

"Frisk?" Toriel asked. The said child looked up at her, putting Flowey on their head again so their hands were free to sign.

I'll be right back Mum, they said. I've gotta play the music box for Flowey before he falls asleep- you remember what happened last time. Toriel nodded, and the small child zipped upstaries, putting Flowey on their dresser and playing the music box just as the golden flower fell asleep. Frisk sighed, wincing when they realized that they were probably in for an earful from Toriel. Biting their lip and mentally preparing themselves for a scolding, they walked out of their room and downstairs.

Toriel was waiting for them. They kind of suspected it, and weren't surprised when they saw the concern in Toriel's eyes. They had acted rather strangely.

"Frisk?" Toriel asked the small child. "Are you alright? You acted rather strange earlier." Frisk bit their lip, unsure if they should tell Toriel why they ran off, for a number of reasons.

Firstly, it wasn't their news to tell. It was Flowey's. Secondly, they doubted they'd be able to tell the story without having to explain how Flowey was once Asriel. Once again, that wasnt their news to tell.

They looked up at their adoptive mother, somewhat torn between the two choices they were presented with.

Im OK, they said at length. There was just some... News concerning Flowey that needed to be addressed as soon as possible. Toriel narrowed her eyes.

"It was nothing bad, I hope?" She asked, a disapproving undertone to her voice. Frisk's eyes widened.

No! they signed hurriedly. It was nothing bad, just a matter that was better off delt with sooner rather then later. They eyes the piece of cinnamon butterscotch pie that was sitting on the counter. Hey mom? Can I bring a piece of pie to Flowey? I'm sure he'll appreciate it after everything thats happened today.

Toriel nodded, still looking a bit suspicious, but helped Frisk cut a slice of pie and place it on a plate nevertheless. She watched them go up the stairs with something akin to worry in her eyes, before turning around to go read another book on snails.

Now upstairs, Frisk gently eased open their door just in time to see Flowey wake up. He looked at them blearily, and Frisk gave him a patient smile.

Hello Flowey, they said. How did you sleep? You weren't asleep for very long though. The said flower blinked before yawning.

"How long was I out?" he asked, ignoring Frisk's earlier question. The child put the piece of pie on their nightstand.

About 15 minutes, I think, they said. I brought you some pie.

"Thank." Flowey mumbled. Frisk stared at the flower somewhat worriedly.

How are you feeling Flowey? they asked. Said flower yawned.

"Uhm... Weird, I guess," he said at length. "Like, I'm not feeling ecstatically happy or anything, I'm just... OK." The flower chucked a bit. "Y'know, it's funny, actually. Being 'ok' used to be my equivalent of bouncing around the room in happiness." Flowey grabbed the plate of pie with one of his vines and clumsily picked up the fork with another. "Strange how quickly our view on things changes, isn't it?" Flowey took a bite of the pie. "This is really good. You make this?"

Frisk stared open-mouthed at the flower for a moment, before they started quivering exieyedly in their chair. Flowey looked at them with concern in his eyes.

"Uh, Frisk?" He asked. "You OK?" Frisk beamed at Flowey, who remained oblivious.

Flowey, you-you- you've got emotions! Frisk signed erratically. Flowey stared at them for a second before the meaning sunk in, and a huge smile split his face.

"Oh my God you're right!" He exclaimed, excitement clear in his voice. "Im happy!" Frisk swept their flowery friend up into a hug, laughing. Flowey beamed at them.

"Y'know, I think I'm more happy right now then I was when I was Asriel!" He chirped, then stopped smiling suddenly, his look of happiness being replaced by one of horror.

Toriel stood in the doorway.

"A-Asriel?"

"...Crap."

Heheheheheh...

I'm a reeeeeeally bad person, aren't I?

I leave you guys with no chapter for a month (I think) on a cliffhanger, and to top it all off, this chapter is short as heck!

I'm an awful human being.

Anyways, moving on to stuff that isn't me babbling on about excuses and boring stuff like that...

This story has one more chapter and an epilogue

...

I know.

Shocking.

After like, five months of procrastination, this story'll be finished. (Though knowing me I'll pull a Danisnotonfire and not actually finish the bloomin' story till September... Ah, the joys of procrastination.) I'll upload some Undertale onshots I've written over the past five months though.

ALSO: How many of you actually read my authors notes all the way though?

Au revoir, little biscuits!