Epilogue:
Flowey's POV- third person
"FLOWEY, DUCK!"
The warning came to late for the golden buttercup, and, as a result, he got smacked in the face with a golf ball. Frisk came running over to him.
Crap, Flowey, are you alright? Frisk asked, concern burning in their eyes. Flowey sat up, a dazed look in his face.
"I'm ok," he mumbled. "I didn't really need those brain cells anyways..." Frisk rolled their eyes and tossed the golf ball back to Undyne. They turned to face Flowey, who's face was slowly but surely turning a lovely shade of purple in the form of a bruise. They sighed, turning back to their family.
I'm just gonna take Flowey inside to get some ice, they said. Be right back.
They quickly picked up the golden buttercup and walked inside, setting him down in the table while they rummaged around in the freezer for some ice. Flowey stared outside, a content look on his face. Frisk tapped him on the head.
"Yeah?" He asked, scrunching his face up when he noticed the ice cube Frisk was holding. He turned away.
"I'm fine Frisk," he said offhandedly. "Cold is bad for plants anyways." Frisk sighed and set the ice cube aside, knowing that Flowey would need it sooner then later.
They pulled out a chair and sat next to the buttercup, concern dancing in their eyes.
You ok? they asked. You seem kinda distant. Flowey shrugged.
"'m ok," he said. "Just thinkin'."
About what? Flowey shuffled around in his pot.
"About the day I got my SOUL.." He cracked a grin. "I'm pretty sure that was simotaniously one of the happiest and scariest moments of my life." Frisk snickered.
The aftermath was pretty funny too, they said, an amused note in their voice. Flowey gave them a half-hearted glare.
"No it wasn't!" He protested. "Toriel and Asgore didn't let me out of their sight for one minute!" He paused. "Actually, scratch that, it was pretty funny hearing about them freak out when they'd forgotten that I'd gone with you to school." Frisk giggled.
Remember Ms. Evans reaction when she saw you? they asked. Flowey snorted.
"How could I forget?" He asked, then proceeded to do his best impression of Ms. Evans. "Oh, Mr. Flowey, please don't kill me! I'll do anything you want!" Frisk laughed a bit and leaned back in their chair.
I'm pretty sure she didn't say those exact words Flowey, they said. The buttercup shrugged.
"She said something along those lines," he said, then went back to staring out the window.
"Hey Frisk?" Flowey asked softly. Said child looked at him.
Yeah? they asked.
"Thanks for bringing me aboveground..." Flowey mumbled. Frisk laughed a bit.
You are most welcome, they replied, just as Alphys came running inside the house.
"H-hey, where do you guys keep the fire extinguisher?" She asked. "Undyne set the barbeque on fire again..." Frisk shoved their fist in their mouth to stifle their giggles.
In the garage, they said. Alphys nodded then ran back outside. Frisk turned to Flowey.
Well? they asked. Shall we go see the damage? Flowey sighed.
"I suppose," he said hesitantly. "Make sure I don't catch on fire again though..." Frisk nodded and picked up the buttercup, bringing him outside. Flowey couldn't help the smile that worked it's way onto his face at the sight.
The barbeque was on fire, Alphys and Toriel were frantically tryjng to put it out, Undyne was giving Papyrus a noogie, Asgore was sitting there looking a little awkward, and Sans being Sans was asleep at the table.
Flowey wasn't alone.
BAM! STORY DONE! YEEEEEAH!
Ok, firstly, thank you to everyone who was followed, favourited, or left a review to this story whilst it was being written. It sounds really cheesy, but they really did help me finish this story. Without them, we'd probably still be on chapter 8.
ANd thank you to the people who follow, favourite, or review this story in the future!
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I don't really have anything else to say...
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Well this is anticlimactic.
ALSO: As I have mentioned many times over before (because I don't think I can make myself clear enough XD) more Undertale stuff is in the making. I have TONS of oneshots i wrote over the time span in which I was makjng this story, and I'll post them here as a collection of oneshots.
Au revoir, little biscuits!