Frisk! Are you coming?

*Sigh* There's a catch. Of course. There's ALWAYS a catch, isn't there? Seems like this pathetic human only brought me a few moments back in time.

Frisk, why am I here? I try to inquire. I should be out of the pot and back at my patch of grass by now if they really did reset.

"I did it!" they cheered happily, fully oblivious to the contempt contained within my question. I sigh and rephrase my question.

Why didn't we go back further? Isn't your "save point" when you fell and entered here?

"I made a new one!" Again, COMPLETELY oblivious to any of my contempt.

Was THAT what caused me to feel ill before? Things just got really complicated all of a sudden. Making a new "save point?" That's… not how it worked for me.

You WHAT? How is that even… *sigh* Can you at least still use the old one?

"Nope! Only one save file at a time :D"

Oh. My. God. First off, just kill me now for stealing Alphys' catchphrase like that. And secondly, did this kid SERIOUSLY just emote inside their dialogue box? Don't they know all the cool kids get custom sprites to wink with. *Flowey winks* See, even I get one!

"That's funny. Do it again, Flowey! Do it again!"

Are they laughing? I guess they like it when I wink. They even remembered my name this time. I should probably remember this for later use. A meat shield with reset powers would be a very useful tool to have on my side in this new game where even I don't know what happens next anymore.

I can hear her footsteps approaching. It's only because this kid "likes me" that I haven't been blown to bits by Toriel yet. So, in the interest of my continued self-preservation, I indulge the kid with another wink. Again they laugh, right as she reenters the scene.

Are you two having fun? To be honest, I was a bit worried… We must be on our way now. Follow me, little one.

Wow. She barely even showed her contempt for me there. Other than the bit worried part and using singular for little one. But that's actually quite mild compared to how she usually reacts to attempted murderers, like Da… I mean Asgore. Or, you know, me, anytime that I got bored.

It's a pretty uneventful trip to the Monster Candy room. Not like I can do much about that. Sure, she gives us an ancient phone during the long corridor. But that thing is sooo lame. It can't even run Minesweeper. Let alone that cute game where momma starves to death and then the kid dies from injuries after wading through bramble, hitting their head on a rock, and weakly pulling themself infront of a baby murderer who is "supposed" to be the "good guy."

But nooo. I'm stuck in this pot, bored out of my freaking mind, and with her just waiting for ANY excuse to blast me to bits. About all I can do right now act cute and hum my theme. A simple 22-second loop designed to trick idiots, like this kid here, into thinking that I'm actually their friend.

They must have noticed me bobbing my head along to the music. A small smirk runs across my face. PERFECT. This is just perfect! It's actually working.

"That's cute, Azzy." What? No! I'm. not. Az-. Didn't you JUST promise to…

I didn't realize it right away, but based on what they did next, they must have recognized my frustration at their perceived betrayal. At the time though, I wrote it off as just some dumb little game of Charades.

A finger? Pulling across their mouth? I'll rip your mouth off?! Oh yeah? Well, not if I rip yours off first, "buddy." Yeah! This sounds like fun! Let's get it on, fleshbag! I am so excited. Finally, time for some REAL action.

And then it hits me. That's not what's going down at all, is it? This kid isn't like me. They've got this sickening goody two-shoes shtick going on. Still, that sign seems so familiar from somewhere. Hmmm…

Didn't Chara show me that once before? It was back when… That's right, I remember now… Back when we were discussing our plan. You know the one, dont'cha little reader? Yeah. THAT plan. The one your ancestors just had to ruin when they killed us.

Anyways, when Chara and I finished talking, they were very insistent I copy this gesture before we left the garden. They said it meant that we would "zip our lips" and not tell anyone anything about it.

Ugh. Fine, Frisk. I droop my head down, giving up on the idea of chewing them out over calling me Azzy this time. I'll play along with the role of cute little harmless flower for a little bit longer. But watch your back, puny human. All these random smiles and happy themes I'm humming? Each one is simply me imagining the myriad of tantalizing possibilities of how to best break you.

In this world of kill or be killed, there are only two constants. First, never trust a flower. And secondly, what Flowey wants, Flowey gets. And guess what? Flowey doesn't want you to die a quick death anymore. Lucky you, Frisk! Flowey wants to TO SEE YOU SUFFER. Don't you feel so special?

After awhile Toriel and the kid get their candy. In order to free their hands long enough to hold the candy, I see Frisk put the phone in their pocket. That gives me an idea. Once Toriel turns away, I gently poke them with my leaf and then put my leaf up to my mouth, much like they were telling me to be quiet before shielding me when we first met.

Good, I got their attention. I point to their pocket where they set the phone. They pick it up. I give a little smile and a nod of my head. The fool happily hands it off to me and I proceed to dial her number. It seems I still remember it. 915-2015 that's still her number, isn't it?… *sigh* Geez, she really DOES value humans over me. If I still had feelings, I would be disappointed.

Of course, don't you little readers try calling that number to warn her. I'm certain the Underground and surface world have entirely separate phone systems anyways. You'd probably get some pay by the minute weirdo. And as much as I simply adore the idea of you getting emotionally traumatized on your own dime, well. It really was not my intention to deceive you this time. As awful as I am, even I have standards.

I place my leaves over where my ears would be. Hoping the kid picks up on my message. They did and they cover their ears. Whose my good idiot? Oh yes you are, yes you are. I prepare to change my voice and then she picks up.

Ms. Dreemurr! Ms. Dreemurr! This is an emergency! Please, you must come back to your house immediately.

She sighs and shakes her head. She really hates it when anyone calls her Dreemurr. Not like it's any wonder why though. "Mr. Dreemurr" went on a murderous rampage, slaughtering her last six children for a cause she knows he doesn't even believe in. But you know the best part? It doesn't even end with that atrocity!

Chara, well, I think she figured them out eventually, even if she was a bit slow on the uptake. After all, let's just say there must be a reason why the tools at Home are filed down, but the ones at New Home are still sharp.

And then, there's… "him." Growing up, she always told him violence was never the answer. Oh! How delicious her guilt must have tasted when she learned that he died precisely BECAUSE he didn't do a violence!

Anyways, enough reminiscing about all the fun times from her past. She should be getting out of my hair for a little bit. And then I can show the human just how much I LOVE them. You want some LOVE, dont'cha?

Stay here. I need to, um, run some errands. Don't hesitate to call me if you need anything, Frisk. Even if it's just to hear my voice.

Gee. More passive-aggressive cowardice with her acting like I'm not here. Really? Oh look, she's staring at me again. Okay, that's better. She leans down to me, expression stern. That's more like it. She whispers quietly enough that the human would not hear, only me.

(And remember, little flower, if you even THINK about harming a single hair on this child's head, I will end you).

A shallow threat, now that I had the time to regain my senses following this whole potting ordeal. She will be too faraway and too late the next time I try anything. I'll make sure of that. Anyways, even if I DO mess up, she probably doesn't have the guts to really "end me" in front of the kid. And, should worse comes to worst… well, I could always ask this kid to reset for me again. The best part is, they are so naive they would do it, too! Even right after I get done trying to kill them! What an idiot!

Have fun, you two. I must apologize. I really should have brought some coloring books or something. I suppose if you get bored talking to eachother, perhaps you can play in the leaves. Pretend you are a monarch and rule over the leaf piles with an iron fist. Just, please, Frisk. Try not to dirty up your clothes too much. Be good, alright?


Flowey's Notes

Wanted Author's Notes? Too bad! Remember what I said about fourth walls last chapter? They are SO flimsy.

Don't worry, I didn't actually kill him. Not yet, anyways. He just ran off to his friend's sideblog, over at "flowers-with-pots" on tumblr. But why go there? That's such a stupid name. He's probably just going to ramble on and on about something dumb anyways.