A/N: Oh my gosh! Favorites, Follows, and Reads are flying through the window like crazy! I'm glad that you're all enjoying this! Take you for your patience, and enjoy this chapter!
~Chapter Two~
It was all pointless and stupid, really. Flowey couldn't comprehend how the human child thought of it beneficial to tell them about their sickeningly happy lives in Above. Flowey didn't care. It was useless, meaningless information. He didn't need to know how the skeleton brothers were opening up a spaghetti and hot dog restaurant. He didn't need to know how Frisk and their friends were all living together in a large complex. He didn't need to know how the town was happily integrating with Monsters.
Flowey didn't give a damn about it at all.
The only thing the child was useful for was keeping track of the stupid time.
He had nothing but time at this point.
The child was useful for something else as well.
Bringing candy.
They once again plopped next to Flowey, around the seventh day, munching on something. Flowey bothered to acknowledge the child's presence. His eyebrows raised when he sees Frisk eagerly stuffing colorful worms into their mouth. Snorting he comments, "What fine food they must be feeding you back home. So fine that you're desperate enough to eat worms!" He collapses into maniacal laughter at Frisk's predicament.
With a swallow, they only let out a laugh. "Oh! That's what you think these are? They're not worms! They're candy!" They wave a bag full of this 'candy' in Flowey's face. He jeers at the bag, though in the back of his mind, the concept of 'candy' seemed familiar to him… "They're gummy worms, and I think they're delicious. Want one?" Frisk offers a green and red one to his face. He faintly smells the scent of strawberry. His nonexistent stomach lurches at the appeal of actual food...
Flowey almost takes a bite of it, but seeing Frisk's stupid smile, he violently jerks his head away.
"No way! As if I want to try your human slob!"
Frisk frowns, disappointed. Flowey feels a pang of victory, getting a kick out of the human's disappointment. Though it was short lived. "Okay, suit yourself." They stuff more gummy worms in their mouth, Flowey watching. "Now that I think about it, do you eat food? You're a plant, but you're a special plant." Flowey glares at their emphasis on 'special.' "Plus you have a mouth. But you don't have a stomach. Hmm, I wonder how that's gonna work?" They pop another gummy worm into their mouth. Blue and pink this time. Flowey couldn't help but watch.
"Speaking of which, do you want me to water you when I visit you? It doesn't rain all the time so -"
"Are you some sort of sadistic freak?" Flowey snaps.
He feels his face twist up into a fury filled expression when Frisk only answers his snappish insult with their dumb reaction. His eyes don't leave the pack of gummy worms, and with every ounce of dignity he could summon, he chews off his words. "Give."
Frisk sits there in a dumbfolded silence for a moment. Then they realize. "Oh. Oh! Why didn't you ask earlier?"
Extending a gummy worm, Flowey practically bit off the tip of their fingers.
"Wow, you must really like candy!"
Flowey chews furiously.
"No? I guess you don't want -"
"I DO AND I HATE IT!"
From that point forward, Frisk brings a daily package of gummy worms.
Sometimes, they don't talk at all.
And sometimes they won't always have a stupid smile on their face. Sometimes they would look tired. Sometimes they would look sunburnt from playing in the sun for too long. Sometimes they would be laughing like crazy from a stupid joke that one of the skeleton brothers told them.
But there was one time when they came to him crying.
It was sometime around the twenty first day since the barrier has been broken. Flowey was aimlessly staring at his now empty pack of Skittles. Well, there were still orange Skittles left in the bag. Screw the orange skittles. And then Frisk appeared. He frowned seeing them. Their clad striped sweater was torn. Their eyes were red and puffy. Trickles of water were leaking out of their eyes like waterworks. And there was blood too. Blood oozing out of their nose. It was as if Frisk tumbled down Mount Ebott and back.
He blinked, genuinely taken aback. It wasn't even the afternoon, when the sun was high. In fact, it was the early crack of dawn. Frisk usually doesn't come at such an ungodly hour. But here they were, all snot and tears, and having a vicious hiccupping attack. Flowey probably would've kept on staring in a stupor awe at Frisk, if they haven't stumbled their way to his patch, and collapsed into a spasm of hiccup and tears. The flower stared down at Frisk, still unable to comprehend. He twiddled his leafy hands. For some reason, he felt hyper-conscious of his whole stem, from the top of his petals to the bottom of his roots. He wished to Above that he still could romp and move around like he could before he lost all of his powers.
No, he was rooted permanently in place, and he had to deal with a crying Frisk.
Not able to stand their pathetic whimpers and sobs and hiccups and clog-filled snorting, Flowey said, "Gee, you're acting like as if you went to a fun funeral. Afterall, nothing's like putting the fun in FUNeral, eh?"
They shook their head, face buried in a mass of golden flowers. I'm glad I'm not those flowers. Flowey shuddered in disgust at the thought of human fluids being spilled all over his gorgeous petals. He bobbed his head side to side, not sure what to say next. Afterall, he was just a flower. What the heck could he do?
"Don't come down sobbing and crying all over yourself if you have nothing better to say!" Flowey finally snaps in frustration. For a brief millisecond, he wondered if those were the best choice of words.
Frisk sobbed-muttered a phrase that resembled a 'sorry.'
He sighed.
"Look, I'm rooted down to the ground here. I can't run away - as much as I would love to - so crying yourself stupid won't solve anything. Got it? So what the hell happened?"
The human sobbed for a couple of more minutes. Finally they raised their head. Their eyes are a terribly gross shade of red from sobbing their eyes out. They had a hard time catching up with their breath, their shoulders moving violently each few seconds when their fast cry-breathing got the best of them. The blood is dried into an ugly maroon, glistened with their tears and snot. For another few minutes, they struggled with regaining their breath.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Letting out a shaky breath, Frisk finally managed to look Flowey straight in the eye with their terrible, terrible eyes. Flowey looked away for a second, bothered for some reason. "Done yet?"
"Y-y-yeah," They said, all hoarse and whispery. A hiccup racketed their shoulders.
"Are you going to explain or what?"
"Y-yeah." Frisk did their best to wipe their dirty face. They took another inhale, exhale. Finally, they began. "I don't know what happened, really. I was helping Papyrus with breakfast." Flowey heard, or at least, deciphered, from Frisk's mess of hiccups and shaky breathing. "He was cooking his breakfast spaghetti, Undyne's health shake, and everyone else's breakfast omlettes. I was gonna help him cook Asgore's breakfast. It was supposed to be fried red peppers with onion omelette." Frisk took a huge breath when their eyes began watering again.
"We were just fooling around, Papyrus and I," They breathed harshly. "We were play-sword-fighting. It's our thing, y'know? We were having a lot of fun too. I was just swinging around a knife, but it's not like I can actually hit Papyrus or anything, cuz he's trained and all. We were re-enacting a scene from Mettaton's live action drama show, 'Fencing and Roses.'" They allowed themself a smile. Flowey couldn't help but roll his eyes at the flamboyant robot's incredibly atrocious TV show name.
"I-I think Papyrus threw some tomato sauce over himself when I play-stabbed him. Y'know, for fun? We were having so much fun. And then Sans came in. Sans came in and -" Frisk faltered, and their posture sunk. They clasped their hands over their heart, hunched over, as if they were struck in the gut. Flowey was all too familiar with their hurt expressions. "Sans - Sans...he...he turned scary." Their voices turned all hushy-hushy, not the normal enthusiastic, star-in-their eyes amount of admiration they would pour into their rants when talking about their beloved skeleton brother.
That's new. What did that annoying pun skeleton of a nuisance possibly fucked up this time?
"I think he threw me across the room with his freaky magic," Frisky flinched retelling the memory. Flowey scrunched up his eyebrows. Odd. Very odd. To him, the skeleton was not known for resorting to such violent actions. Especially when the timeline is on track of the ending that everyone wants. However, another possibility flickered in the flower's head. Oh. Oh. "He threw across up and down. It really hurt." Frisk breathed out unevenly once again. "And everyone was so upset. Papyrus was really scared. Scared of his brother. I couldn't move. Undyne walked into the room, and she really started freaking out. And Sans, Sans just stared. He just stared. He didn't look sorry. He - He didn't look sorry at all."
Frisk let their shoulders sank. "S-so I grabbed mom's bag and I ran away."
Flowey blinked once again.
Who knew that skeleton could sink that low? At least, for his standards.
"He must hate me. I can tell."
"Hm?"
"He must really, really hate me. I can't blame him."
"C'mon, you're getting yourself all worked up again," Flowey commented, seeing Frisk hypervenilating, water building up like a dam behind their eyes. Wow, humans could get themselves so worked up over the tiniest things -
Frisk threw their arms around Flowey.
"Oh c'mon." Flowey complained. "You're crushing my petals." Frisk sobbed. He sighed.
He could take it. He had nothing but free time on his hands.
A/N: I hope it's appropiate to end here. Now y'all must be wondering why Sans flipped the heck out, and what the heck is gonna happen to him and Frisk's relationship after this. That will be slowly answered, cuz this is Flowey's story. But let's just say that Sans is dealing with some serious PTSD. Signing out with a grim tone, I'll see you in the next chapter.