Alphys walked down the mirrored hall, listening to the sound of her claws unsettling the dust. The sounds of Sans and Papyrus's murmuring faded into mumbles in the distance. She tried to avoid glancing to either side of herself. To her left was mirrors across the whole wall, creeping her out with the full length of her body skulking down the hall like a theif. To the right, tables were completely covered with….golden flowers…
Her eyes widened and she stopped walking and held her breath.
Down the hall a small yellow flower was poking out in between the cracks of the concrete. Its head was tilted up toward the wall, petals flicking as it seemed to listen intently.
"So I just kill him a few more times?" it said.
"Kill him and kill him. Again and again." Responded the voice, crackling from what Alphys had realized came from one of the mounted logs.
"Until what?"
"Come on, Azzy. Don't you trust me?" cooed the voice.
The plant tilted its head, seemingly gnawing on its lip before shaking its head. "Of course I trust you, Chara."
"I'm so happy to hear that!" chirped the voice "I'm so happy you still trust me after all this ti-" the voice cut off and static crackled as the glow of lights blinked off.
Suddenly, the flower straightened upwards and violently twisted its head to glower at the small scientist. Its eyes both darkened and lit up at once as a sinister smile crept across its face.
"Howdy, Doctor Alphys!" said Asriel- No. Not Asriel. "It's me! Flowey! Flowey the Flower!"
"H-h-hi-" Alphys trembled. "F-flowey."
"Howdy." Flowey smiled. "How ya' doing?" he grinned.
Alphys shook, unsure how to respond.
"Well, I see you're talkative." Flowey chirped, tilting its head with a happy grin.
"Kill who?" Alphys blurted out, not thinking straight. She slapped her claws over her mouth and took half a step back. Half of Flowey's face rose upward, his lips parting to bare his disturbingly sharp teeth.
"Kill who, you ask?" said the plant. It cackled "WELL YOU HEARD THAT MUCH."
Alphys decided not to stick around. She could take a good guess. She turned on heel and began to dart back towards the bedroom, hearing Sans's voice grow louder. Her claws slapped across the ground as she broke into a half-sprint. It didn't last long. A vine wrapped around her ankles and she fell onto the ground as dust swirled up around her. It got into her nose and sprinkled across her eyes. She started to hack uncontrollably and wiped desperately at her eyes as tears streamed down her face. Vines tightened around her ankles and dragged her back into the dust. She dug her claws into the concrete in a desperate attempt to pull free. Marks were scraped into the age tile, but other than that her efforts showed no effect. Another vine rose up threw the ground and tied itself around her snout. She clawed at the vines futilely as they lifted her above the ground by her jaw.
"You sure are nosey, ay doc?" Flowey sneered. "Let's see how nosey you are after I SNAP YOUR NECK!"
Another vine swung down from the ceiling and lashed at her neck, wrapping around it painfully. With each coil tears were wrung out of her eyes. She wheezed, desperatley clawing at the noose. The edges of her vision began to haze over. Breathing became harder. Thinking became more difficult.
The sounds of Flowey's sadistic cackling begun to overlap, twisting and weaving with the sound of Sans becoming progressively more excited. She tried to call out. Call out for anyone. Call out for help.
…
*But nobody came.