Author's Note: Once again, shout-out to specialminds! Thank you for taking the time to help me with my story!

Chapter Two: Cooking with a Killer Flower!

Papyrus beamed at the petulant plant beside him, internally snickering at the sight of the previously terrifying flower confined to a flower pot. It took quite the struggle to "convince" Flowey into it, but it was a necessary precaution.

Flashback

"Hey, bonebag! Slow down! When I get my vines on you-"

Papyrus frowned to himself at the weed's idle threats, but then gave Flowey a cheerful smile.

"DO NOT WORRY FRIEND FLOWEY, FOR WE HAVE ARRIVED! BEHOLD MY HUMBLE ABODE!"

The flower swore under its breath, but caught up to the infuriating skeleton.

"So, what now, moron?"

"WELL, SINCE YOU CANNOT LEAVE DIRT, WE MAY NEED TO MAKE A… SLIGHT ADJUSTMENT TO YOUR LOCATION!"

"There is NO WAY you are getting your hands on me you-"

"OOPSIE-DAISY!"

"FUCK YOU PAPYRUS!"

Flashback End

Smirking at the memory, Papyrus began pulling out all the ingredients needed for spaghetti. Dropping the materials on the table, Papyrus finally acknowledged the hissing flower.

"NOW FLOWEY, IS THAT ANY WAY TO TREAT YOUR BEST FRIEND? WHERE ARE YOUR MANNERS! SIGH! PLANTS THESE DAYS!"

The hostile weed let out a shriek of rage, but refrained from any physical violence… for now. The skeleton knew it was only a matter of time before he pushed Flowey past his limit. Shoving the thought from his mind, Papyrus began pouring the pasta into a large pot, then turned the stove only slightly on. With a pleased smile, Papyrus strode to the potted plant and carried it within easy reach of the stove. The tall monster then began to inform Flowey on the actions necessary to create the dish.

"JUST IMAGINE THE TOMATOES AS YOUR ENEMIES!"

"So imagine its dust? Wait, can you even turn tomatoes into dust? Now I really wanna try it! Can I-"

"SIGH! NEVERMIND FLOWEY, SIMPLY IMAGINE IT IS MY FACE!"

"Wowie! I didn't know tomatoes could explode!"

"NEITHER DID I FLOWEY, NEITHER DID I."

Shaking his head in exasperation at the weed's blatant vehemence, Papyrus then began the next set of instructions.

"Sooooo~ the hotter I make the stove, the more excited I am to be cooking?"

"EXACTLY! I KNOW YOU CAN DO THIS, FOR I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, BELIEVE IN… what… ACTUALLY, I HAVE NOW LOST ALL FAITH IN YOUR NONEXISTANT COMPETANCE. CONGRATULATIONS. YOU HAVE FAILED AT SQUISHING FRUIT AND TURNING A KNOB. A KNOB! YOU HAD ONE JOB FLOWEY! ONE. JOB."

The flower in question snickered at the skeleton's rant upon noticing that he had turned off the stove, then froze, indignant shock displaying across Flowey's face.

"Did you call the tomato what I think you did?"

"WHAT EVER DO YOU MEAN, FLO-"

"Oh my god! You did! TOMATOES ARE NOT FRUIT YOU MORON! I LIKE FRUITS! I HATE VEGTABLES! I HATE TOMATOES! TOMATOES ARE VEGGIES! PAPYRUS, WHY ARE YOU SO-"

"FLOWEY… YOU ARE A CANNIBAL."

"What. THAT'S WHAT YOU GET OUT OF MY MONOLOGUE?"

"FLOWERS BECOME FRUITS. YOU COULD BE EATING YOUR OWN MOTHER!"

"As if, bone-bag! My mom's a goat, obviously!"

"…HOW DOES THAT EVEN WORK? WHAT DID YOUR FATHER USE TO SPREAD HIS SEED? DID HE STICK HIS LEAVES IN HER-"

"I'M NOT LISTENING, I'M NOT LISTENING, I'M NOT LISTMMmph!"

The flower glared daggers at Papyrus, who had used the opportunity of the screaming plant to force Flowey to sample the finished spaghetti. Though according to the weed's expression, it could use some improvements. Oh well, he did have to add a pound of glitter to counter-act Flowey's assholery. The heaving plant spat out the nasty mouthful, and was about to gripe about the flavor when he saw Papyrus force a bite.

"IT'S… HMM, HOW SHOULD I PUT THIS? AH, YES! IT'S AS LOVELY AS YOUR PERSONALITY! BUT WAIT! DID YOU NOT EAT YOUR OWN MEAL? THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!"

The skeleton's eye flickered orange, and Flowey cringed, expecting an eminent death. The flower opened its eyes after a few moments of inaction, and bristled at the sight. That… that damn monster put a dunce cap on him, and put him in a corner labeled as TIME-OUT! Oooh, Papyrus is going to get it now! However, as the homicidal creature began to extend its vines, he heard telltale thumps on the stairs. Mind racing, Flowey realized that if Pappy was down here, then that meant…"

Flowey face-palmed (face-leafed?)as the smiley trashbag joined the fun.