Flowey Knows What He Must Do

Okay, Flowey. What do you do? He bounced his pot on the table heading to the left. What does Chara want from me? Does she want me to tell them? Am I supposed to tell them? What good would that do? It would hurt them. Chara! What do you want from me? If I tell them, they'll be crushed . . . but Sans would be rightfully prepared. Forget Papyrus, he'd have the King's backing. Flowey started hopping to the right. But it's not like they'll just be able to pick up where they left off. The whole Underground has changed since then. And, they can't remember. There's no way to remember. "Oh, this is so annoying. I hate having . . . feelings," he admitted and moaned with a gurgle. "They are here already, where it all should be, so . . . yeah but . . ." He stopped hopping.  

Oh yeah. "The Underground is completely different and Sans doesn't know anything about humans. Not really, not this stuff. And, and Faith doesn't know either. Not about Monsters, not about anything besides what she needed for the mission!" 

Oh no. Naw, naw, naw. "Really, you couldn't have just killed me instead, Chara?" Great. But yes, there it was. He knew in fact those various changes would be arriving that very night. Fine. Fine! Let's get this over with. 

He knew what he had to do. He moved back to the left. Waiting for his moment. It would hurt. It would hurt Sansy when he knew the truth. But, but it would also hurt Flowey. 

Because he hated the idea of what he had to do afterward . . . he took a deep breath and . . . "Oh, caaaaaaaallllliiinng, Smiiiiiiiiiley Traaaaaaaashbaaaaaag! Smiley, Smiley! Trashbag, Trashbag! Smiley, Smiley! Trashbag, Trashbag! And broooothter, Brooooootherr! Bruuuuuuthheeeeeerrrr! HElloooooooOOOooOOOOooOooooooo! 

Just as he thought, two extremely annoyed Skeletons poked their heads out of their room. 

"What?" Sans asked first. 

"I need something?" Flowey answered. "I need something underground. And not Underground, but under the Underground. I need you to put me back down, down, down into the ground."  

"But you can't go down," Papyrus reminded him. "Lasers, remember." 

"I want to try again." 

"At this hour?!" Papyrus complained. 

"Why yesssirreeeeeebooOOoooooOob!" Flowey sang again. Because singing? Monsters hated singing so much. "I want to go to the ground." He bopped his petaled head back and forth. "Deep into the UndergrooOooound!" 

"I don't know." Sans started trotting downstairs with Papyrus. "I'm thinking deep into the windowsill more likely." 

"Well, then again, it could be attacked by lasers?" 

"Oh yeah." Sans picked up his pot. "Fine. Down into the ground you go." 

"Great! Cause if I can get down . . . then I can give you something, Sans. Something . . . you'd really, really want." Flowey tried to temp them.  

"Hey, what's going on?" Chance asked as he poked his head out of his room.  

"Uh, just taking care of this annoying flower," Papyrus insisted. "Just go to sleep. We shall be back shortly." 

"Yeah, we're going to watch a laser show," Sans said as he opened the front door. Snow started to blow in. 

"No, I hate snow! I hate the cold!" Flowey complained as they moved outside. Ridiculous! Ridiculous! Of course, if he didn't, things would have gotten worse.

"You're the one who wanted the ground that bad, Buddy. Bad enough to interrupt me when I was really not in the mood to be interrupted." Sans set the pot down in the middle of the snow. "Go for it." 

Flowey cringed but looked at the Brothers. "There's something else . . . there's something I know about your Frisky . . ." Ooh. Yep. He had their attention now. "I'm going to bring up something, and it's not going to be pretty." 

He watched Sans starting to look at the stars. "I already know a bunch about her. I don't want to see anything more. I don't want pictures. I don't want data off an MP. Just keep it." 

"True," Papyrus agreed. "She is here, we have Chance, and that's all we need to know." 

Boneheads. Both of them were boneheads. "It's not a bad picture. It's . . . a good picture?" What he said next wasn't technically lying. "It's a picture of her family." 

Sans shared a look toward Papyrus and back towards him. "You've got a picture of her family? Are you sure?" 

Flowey bobbed his petals.  

"I don't know." Sans shrugged. "I've seen pictures of others too, but without memories, it doesn't mean anything." 

Geez, he was a hard one! "Shouldn't she make that choice?" Flowey suggested. 

"I don't know, Sans," Papyrus groaned. "He's an evil flower. Right?" 

"Fine, if you don't want it, I won't get it! But I'll tell her! I'll tell her later that she had the chance to see it, but you guys blew it for her!" 

"Ah, there's the evil part of the flower," Sans joked. "Fine. We'll take the picture." 

"Not without an answer," Flowey said back cheerily. "I'll give it to you for an answer." 

"This is so annoying. We need to get back!" Papyrus shouted. 

"What's the question," Sans humored him halfway.  

"What . . .  is the worst offense to a Monster?" Flowey asked gently. "Name it." 

"Killing?" Papyrus tried. 

"Oh please, Monsters kill all the time," Flowey insisted.  

"Taking another Monster's land," Sans added. 

"No, no, no. Way off." 

"Ooh!" Papyrus held up his bony index finger. "Killing the innocents in a family." 

"Getting closer." 

"Oh. Oh yeah. Remember that Froggit?" Sans asked to Papyrus. "Yeah. Stealing another Monster's wife while it's still alive." 

"Getting really close." 

"Then . . ." Papyrus tried. "Stealing another Monster's family while it's still alive?" 

"Oh. You're really, really, close." 

"You really better have a picture. I hate putting effort into stuff." Sans scratched his skull. "Stealing another Monster's family while it's still alive, and adding to it." 

"Oh yes, that's it. That is indeed the worst offense ever," Papyrus said. "Trying to reclaim it for it's own."

"Or . . ." Flowey added slowly. "Stealing another Monster's family, while it's still alive, and trying to add to it." Both of them still didn't get it. "It's the worst thing ever, in our world. Isn't it? Monsters, creatures with such little feeling, will actually go out and fight for the smallest of Monsters for it." Flowey poked himself into the ground and traveled deep. 

Deep, deep under the ground. Past the spot where there used to be resets. In the little glitch spot where he had always kept his MP's and tiny souvenirs from forgotten timelines. He only had to dig a little before he found it. Am I sure about this? I could just not go up and pretend it was all a joke. That would be evil. They would think that would fit me. 

But, he couldn't. Sansy deserved to know, and when he found out, he'd want his brother right there. Flowey looked at the old picture. A little worn, mostly from his not taking care of it. Because, it was just a souvenir. And he didn't care. 

Caring hurts. He sighed and headed back up with it. He poked his head back up and saw them, waiting for it. Not knowing exactly how that little photo would change everything. "I want to tell you a story first." 

Sans kicked snow with his slipper and Papyrus whined. 

"Just give us the picture!" Papyrus demanded. "We already played your games." 

"It's a quick story, but it's a sad story. It's a real sad story. But, it's a quick story?" Flowey offered. 

"Already did this much." Sans gestured to Flowey. "Better be a quick story." 

"Once upon a time, there was an Underground where humans could roam," Flowey said. "They had already tricked the king into believing that seven human souls wouldn't work, just like they did this time. Only after that, they actually started to come down, little by little. Just little, by, little. One day, while traveling to and fro one human in incognito accidentally bumped into a Monster that was too lazy to walk home from a laboratory. The result gave her amnesia for some time, and during that time, she grew used to the Underground. Said lazy Monster helped take care of her a little day by day. Starting with a little food. A little more GOLD. Until she was so integrated into his life, that they lived together." 

"Is this really going to be short?" Papyrus whispered to Sans.  

"I don't know," Sans whispered back. "Can we put some comedy into the story? It's boring." 

"No, it's my story!" Flowey shouted. "Anyhow, said Monster liked said human. And, even though it's very rare, and very hard to do, somehow they actually found a little thing called love." 

"LOVE isn't rare at all," Papyrus added. "You just need to murder enough Monsters." 

"Right, Bro." 

"No." Boneheads. "Not levels of violence, love, love. The heart kind of sickening caring love. And . . . said caring love lead to marriage." 

"I forgot to brush the human's teeth before bed. That human book said humans were supposed to brush their teeth before bed," Papyrus said over to Sans. "Should we do that when we go back inside? He's probably already up moving about." 

"I'm telling a story!" Flowey shouted at them again.  

"Sorry." Sans looked toward Papyrus. "Nah, he'll be a Skeleton soon anyhow. Then they can't fall out." 

"I am telling a storyyyy!" Flowey complained. "Others watching them did not like said love between a Monster and a human. It was disgraceful, disgusting and impure! And so . . ." Neither brother was looking at him seriously yet. "The human woman, Faith, was placed into a reset timeline, over and over while a Conduit was sent in, to try and . . . and figure it out. But the Underground can only handle so much . . ." Each brother was starting to pay attention now. "And so, they came up with a new plan. They'd reboot, but, they'd reboot without the human. Memories wiped of her. And they took her . . . out. You see, forgotten timelines? They don't matter. They don't have a purpose. They are pointless," Flowey said as he raised his stem and dropped the picture in Sans' hand. "Only when something isn't yanked out of them." 

Papyrus looked over at the picture. "Oh, not the bunny ears! I hate when you give me the bunny ears! When did we take a picture of that at the wedding? Why is Frisky sooo . . . big?" 

"I didn't get the tie on," Sans said too. "I never managed to get the black tie on." 

"Yes, come to think of it, I wasn't . . . I wasn't wearing that," Papyrus added. "It had been so spur of the moment. And, and that's not Grillby's in the background." 

"That's the castle. That's King Asgore's castle." Sans looked toward Flowey. "Marriage doesn't happen there unless it's . . . what . . ." 

"I told you before," Flowey said softly. "For being sooooooo smart, you're still soooooo stupid." He shook his petaled head back and forth. "Humans are idiots compare to Monsters. They couldn't have figured it all out. Chance wasn't any kind of an experiment that was successful from the others. Chance was . . . a happy accident." 

"Happy? Accident?" Papyrus looked back toward the picture.  

"The only thing they figured out . . . was 'light it up'." Oh. There it was. Flowey moved back a bit as he sensed Sans finally pulling it all together. But, his role was far from over.

It was just beginning. He moved back into the torturous little plant pot, and waited. 

Waited for Smiley Trashbag's next move.