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OVER THE DELTARUNE
SUBCHAPTER 0- INTRODUCTION
LONG AGO, TWO RACES RULED OVER EARTH: HUMANS AND MONSTERS.
THE MONSTERS, BEING MADE OF MAGIC, WERE FAR WEAKER THAN HUMANS, AND WOULD TURN TO DUST ONCE THEY DIED. BUT THIS ALSO MADE THEM PURER AND MORE COMPASSIONATE.
SADLY, THERE WAS ONE ISSUE.
HUMAN SOULS, AFTER A HUMAN DIED, COULD PERSIST AFTER DEATH, THANKS TO DETERMINATION.
MEANWHILE, A MONSTER SOUL, BEING MADE OF MAGIC, WOULD DISSOLVE ALONG WITH THE BODY OF ITS HOST.
BUT, THE MONSTERS HAD ONE ADVANTAGE THANKS TO THIS.
THEY COULD ABSORB HUMAN SOULS, WHILE THE HUMANS COULDN’T. IF THEY DID…. THEY WOULD BECOME IMMENSELY POWERFUL.
AS THE HUMANS REALIZED THIS, OUT OF FEAR OF THE MONSTERS’S POTENTIAL POWER, THEY ATTACKED THE MONSTERS WITHOUT ANY TRUE REASONING.
THE WAR WAS DEVASTATING FOR MONSTERKIND, AS THOUSANDS OF LIVES WERE LOST, WHILE THE HUMANS HAD NOT EVEN A SINGULAR CASUALTY.
AFTER A LONG BATTLE, THE HUMANS SEALED THE MONSTERS UNDERGROUND WITH A MAGIC SPELL, CREATED BY THEIR SEVEN GREATEST MAGICIANS: THE BARRIER.
BUT, BECAUSE OF THIS EFFORT, THE HUMANS LOST ALL MAGIC ABILITIES AND POWERS, BESIDES THEIR SOUL’S OWN POWER.
THE MONSTERS, DEVASTATED, LIVED UNDERGROUND FOR CENTURIES, UNDER THE RULE OF KING ASGORE DREEMURR AND QUEEN TORIEL.
ONE DAY, A HUMAN CHILD FELL IN THE UNDERGROUND, THEIR NAME WAS CHARA.
THE KING’S SON, ASRIEL, FOUND THEM AND BROUGHT THEM BACK TO THE CASTLE.
THE ROYAL FAMILY ADOPTED THE CHILD OUT OF COMPASSION. SOON, ASRIEL AND CHARA GREW AS CLOSE AS SIBLINGS.
THE UNDERGROUND WAS FULL OF HOPE.
BUT, SADLY, ONE DAY, CHARA GOT SICK.THEY ASKED ASRIEL THAT AS THEIR FINAL WISH THAT THEY WANTED TO SEE THE GOLDEN FLOWERS AT THE CENTER OF THEIR VILLAGE. AFTER DAYS OF TOTAL AGONY IN BED, THEY DIED.
ASRIEL, FULL OF GRIEF, ABSORBED CHARA’S SOUL AND CROSSED THE BARRIER, BRINGING CHARA’S DEAD BODY BACK TO THEIR VILLAGE.
HE BROUGHT THE BODY TO THE GOLDEN FLOWERS, BUT JUST THEN, THE VILLAGERS SCREAMED IN ANGER, SEEING CHARA’S BODY AND BELIEVING HE KILLED THEM.
THE HUMANS ATTACKED ASRIEL WITH EVERYTHING THEY HAD, AND HE COULD HAD EASILY CRUSHED THEM ALL.
BUT HE DID NOT.
SMILING AND BEATEN, HE TOOK THE BODY BACK TO HIS KINGDOM AND COLLAPSED IN HIS MOTHER’S ARMS, AS HIS DUST SPREAD ON THE GOLDEN FLOWERS OF THE KING’S GARDEN.
THE UNDERGROUND WAS IN DESPAIR, THE ROYAL FAMILY HAD LOST TWO CHILDREN IN ONE NIGHT.
KING ASGORE, IN A FIT OF RAGE, DECLARED THAT ANY HUMAN THAT WOULD HAVE FALLEN WOULD BE KILLED, AND THEIR SOUL GATHERED TO SHATTER THE BARRIER WITH IT.
THE BARRIER ONLY NEEDED 7 HUMAN SOULS TO BE DESTROYED.
THE QUEEN, DISGUSTED BY ASGORE’S ACTIONS, LEFT HIM AND WENT INTO SELF EXILE.
ACROSS HUNDREDS OF YEARS, SIX HUMANS HAD FALLEN, AND IN THEIR DIFFERENT WAYS, HAD DIED. THEIR SOULS COLLECTED BY THE KING.
BUT, ONE DAY, THE LAST HUMAN FELL. THEIR NAME WAS FRISK.
THEY VENTURED THROUGH THE KINGDOM OF MONSTERS WITH COMPASSION AND KINDNESS, THEIR DETERMINATION FUELING THEM UNTIL THEY REACHED THE KING.
BUT, THE QUEEN STOPPED HIM, ALONGSIDE MANY OTHER FRIENDS THAT THE HUMAN HAD GATHERED ON THEIR JOURNEY.
THEN, IN A FLASH OF LIGHT, THE BARRIER WAS SHATTERED.
IT IS THOUGHT THAT FRISK USED THEIR OWN SOUL POWER, ALONGSIDE THE OTHER SIX HUMAN SOULS, TO SHATTER THE MAGIC SPELL.
AND THE REST….
IS HISTORY.
-Such a tragic tale, is it not?
...
This world has still a lot of potential.
It still has something to offer.
Are you interested?
Are we connected?
Good.
I shall show you what I mean.
This experiment will be...
VERY.
VERY.
INTERESTING.-
END OF THE SUBCHAPTER
SUBCHAPTER 1- A VISIT
13/7/22XX
It was a normal, boring day for Flowey. As usual. This whole concept of self exile was really annoying, but it had to be done. For their happiness. They didn’t deserve to know what had happened to their son. To them, he was dead, and that was the best he could ever be to them. Especially after everything he had done. And after all, who would tend to the flowers of Chara’s tomb, if not him? This was the better outcome, even if it meant his suffering, his loneliness, his despair, in an underground now forgotten, empty… just like all of those runs. Run after run, fueled by his twisted determination and curiosity, fueled always by the same exact question: “What if I did this?” “What if I went there?” “What if-“ Flowey had enough of thinking about it. It ate him on the inside, made him sick, to remember everything. It was a curse, really. Being able to remember every single detail. Every single death. ‘Oh, how many things would he do just to have the luxury of forgetting!’ He was still deep in thought, looking up at the sunshine shining down from the cavern above. It was soothing, in a way. Peaceful, even. The only place in the entire underground, besides the exit, of course, that was illuminated by the star. But, it also brought melanchony and pain. It stirred up memories of that day, the day where those villagers had attacked and killed him, but at the same time, the light of freedom, teasing him from above, while he was trapped in the cage he had the key of. Until, some footsteps where heard. Flowey turned around. ‘What was that?’ he thought. This place was supposed to be empty, right? It was just him. ‘Was it a trick of the mind?’ and then, he froze, his eyes widening. No, it couldn’t be! This was all just a cruel joke of his own brain, he was seeing things! ‘HAHHAHAHAH! THIS IS HILARIOUS! I’M SEEING THE DEAD!’
“Flowey? Are ya there, buddy?” said Clover, after seeing the flower.
He looked more… mature, than last time he saw him. He had a very light beard on his chin, one that a teenager would keep because it made them look wiser. He also had a bow that kept his hair a bit on the back of his head. It was the same as Ceroba’s, he thought. For the rest, he looked exactly like the good old cowpoke he had met in his many lives. His old cowboy hat on his head, his pretty long but mostly kept brown hair, that he somehow managed to keep with a hairstyle that didn’t make him look feminine, with his old eyes with those yellow pupils, his face’s features… Looking a bit downward, he had his sleeveless, dark brown jacket, that brown-ish shirt that did have sleeves, differently from its former counterpart. Around his neck, there was his good old usual yellow bandana with light blue dots, still tied loosely for comfort and to allow him to move his neck without getting a neckache. ‘Wait, neckache? Was that even a word, or did he make it up?’ he thought. ‘Whatever, who cares about my lexicon?’ Returning to the original topic of his observation, Clover still wore those blue jeans, that he had shortened back a little to make it look like he was old enough to wear that size. He had those brown shoes, that he still didn’t understand what type they were. ‘Probably the kind that cowboys wear’ but what kind did they wear? Good question. He had never seen a western, so his knowledge on the matter was as extended as Papyrus’s knowledge on spacetime and quantum physics. Either way, the human still had his six-shooter in his leather holster. For basically being a cosplayer with an unholy obsession with justice, Clover definetely took his appearance and the materials he used very seriously. After having finished his observation, Flowey remembered: Clover was dead. So what was this? A vision? An hallucination? No, it looked far too real. But…. How?
“Yer goin’ to say hi to yer old pal, or are ya just gonna stand there and look at me like that?” Clover asked. This was definetely Flowey, so why, did he look at him like- “Ohhhhh, i get it. I was dead and all” he said as he voiced his realization. “Yeah, funny thing, after the barrier was broken, all the souls were returned and all, that happened to us six human souls as well. Ain’t that neat, huh?”
Flowey stared at him as if he had just said that the sky was orange.
“Oh, c’mon, pardner! Don’t give me that look!” The cowpoke exclaimed.
“So let me get this straight” Flowey said with a hint of disbelief in his tone of voice. “You got revived. Because the barrier was broken.”
“Yep!” Clover exclaimed cheerfully.
Flowey grew a vine out of the ground to facepalm on it. “And you went all the way back from the surface, from your friends, travelled through the WHOLE underground, from New Home to the Ruins, just to see me.”
“Huh-Huh! I just wanted to say hi to the grumpy old flower!” Clover grinned like an idiot.
“You are an absolute idiot” Flowey said, even though there was a flicker of fondness in his eyes.
“And yer a moron!” Clover fired back.
“Imbecile” Flowey snarked.
“Intellectually challenged flora!” Clover said with a hint of a mock sophisticated tone, as he held his gun like a glass of wine.
Flowey held back a laugh at how ridiculously exaggerated his remark was. “Inexpicably difficult individual with a brain tinier than a velociraptor and smoother than the glass of a window covered in olive oil”
Clover blinked a couple of times. “Okay, i’m givin’ ya the win ‘cause that was way too creative to not aknowledge, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, you aren’t giving up, you’re simply surrendering at how ‘Creative’ my absolutely outstanding remark was.” Flowey smirked at Clover, as if to say ‘You shouldn’t have even tried to challenge me’
Clover pouted like a small child that didn’t get their favourite candy. “Whatever” he said, feigning nonchalance, even though he knew Flowey wouldn’t believe it for even a second.
Flowey’s expression slowly got serious again. “But seriously, why did you put in all of that effort to come here to see ME, of all people?”
Clover’s expression softened, as he sat down on the patch of grass sorrounding the golden flowers.
Flowey silently appreciated that Clover didn’t sit on the flowers, even though he didn’t know, those flowers meant a lot to him, being literally the tomb of his best friend.
There was a gentle but companionable silence for a few dozens of seconds, before Clover spoke up again,without his accent, turning his face to Flowey with a kind smile on his face.
“Flowey. You’re my friend. It doesn’t matter if you did bad things in the past, or if you had bad intentions. The past is… well, what it is. The past. You have to learn from it, yes, but not let it consume you. What you do from now on is what defines you. The present is what truly makes you, well, you. Your actions have consequences, of course, but, after a while, all that remains is your guilt. And guilt is the worst out of any possible outcome. Despite everything, it’s still you. So, don’t dwell on the past, on what ifs… because those are the ones that make history repeat”
Flowey stared at Clover with an open mouth. Honestly, he looked idiotic, but.. damn, since when did Clover get so… wise? It sounded as if he spoke from experience, and what he said was… true. Not completely sappy and cheesy, but neither brutal. It was just… well… true. “Since when do you talk like that? You sound like Gerson”
Clover smiled at the praise. He adored the former Hammer Of Justice, a wise hero of a time well passed, now selling garbage at a store. “Well, sacrificing your soul for monsterkind and being in a dark void for an unknown amount of time sure gives you a lot of free time to improve yourself”
Flowey looked impressed, for once in his life. But of course, he wouldn’t let it show how much those words had affected him. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, oh old soul in a child’s body”
Clover chuckled. He knew Flowey was just being his usual stubborn self, and he found it endearing. He feigned hurt, making a dramatic pose. “Oh, the brutal honesty! The pain! I cannot believe I was just insulted like that by a talking plant with trust issues!”
Flowey glared playfully at Clover. “Excuse me, I do NOT have trust issues!”
Clover grinned. “Yes, ya do”
Flowey sighed in an exaggerated manner, then fired back a retort with an overly cheerful voice, winking at Clover and sticking out his tongue. “Nuh uh!”
Clover grinned wider, enjoying the banter. “Yuh uh!”
“Nuh uh!”
“Yuh uh!”
They went on like this for a few minutes, until Clover ran out of breath and layed on the ground, gasping for air. “Beat you to it! Hee hee!” Flowey said gleefully, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Clover exclaimed playfully between breaths. “No fair! Yer practiced and I ain’t!”
Flowey just gave him an amused look. “Then maybe try exercising yourself before trying to beat me in an argument, you silly deputy”
Clover groaned in defeat. “Fine, fine, ya win, chill down, will ya?” He stated, still taking huge breaths. After a bit, he recovered and got back in his sitting position. “But now, enough of this goofiness”
Flowey smirked. “Oh, don’t worry, you can’t stop it. It chases you wherever you go, like your own little personal rain cloud!”
Clover sighed. “Ha, Ha, very funny, very funny. Anyway, I’m serious”
Flowey’s interest was piqued. He was always up for something that he didn’t know. “Oh, do tell, Mr Four-leaved”
Clover rolled his eyes with fondness. The concept of not being sassy seemed to be foreing to this golden flower with a record worse than most human criminals. “Yeah, whatever. I wanted to ask… why do ya stay down here? Everyone’s gone to the surface, right? So I don’t get it, why do ya wanna stay here all alone to mope, instead of being happy?”
Flowey stopped, his breath catching in his throat. Or at least, whatever was similar to it in his stem. “I… I just…” looks down at the golden flowers he was in the middle of. “I can’t go back. I can’t let them see what I’ve become”
Clover’s face immediately softened, but he was also intrigued by what Flowey said. “What do you mean, Flowey?”
Flowey looked up at Clover, his expression guilty and full of grief. “Have you ever heard of the King’s Son? About the tragedy that led to his decision on the human policy?”
Clover nodded with an understanding look. “Yes, actually. Frisk and some others told me. Prince Asriel and the adopted human sibling, right?”
Flowey nodded sadly. “Yes, that’s what i meant. You see… Doctor Alphys didn’t only experiment on monsters with the determination of the souls. She did with flowers, too. And… one of those flowers was where the Prince dusted away”
Clover’s eyes widened. “Wait, are you implying what i’m thinking you are implying?!”
Flowey nodded once more. “Yes, that is right. I am Prince Asriel Dreemurr”
Clover stared at Flowey for a while, his mouth open. “Holy angel..”
Flowey chuckled weakly “Holy angel indeed. It must really have hated me to turn me into a soulless flower, huh?”
Clover stood there, and then spoke up, his tone full of compassion. “You don’t have to tell them. You can still be happy, they can still be happy, even without you being in this stupid self-exile. So, please, come with me” Clover extended his hand for Flowey to take.
Flowey looked tempted, but still conflicted. “But.. the flowers.. Chara’s tomb.. someone has to take care of it!”
Clover smiled. “We can come back here every week to tend to them, don’t worry. I know how important they are to you.
Flowey stared at that hand like the forbidden fruit. This was risky and might potentially shatter their hearts, but… the thought of the unknown, of high stakes, of freedom, of happiness…
…
…‘What if?’
Who can resist a what if.
Certaintly, not him.
He went into Clover’s hand, crawling with his roots around his arm. Clover smiled at him, while Flowey gave him an eye roll, then he said in his usual cheeky tone, winking and sticking out his tongue. “Well? What are you waiting for, oh almighty deputy? Chop Chop!”
END OF THE SUBCHAPTER
SUBCHAPTER 2- THE SUNLIGHT’S SIGHT
It sure had been a long elevator ride to get to New Home. The two had to cross the whole underground to get back to the former capital. They went through the Ruins, with its ancient corridors, misterious pathways, uncountable patches of leaves and the almight view of Old Home, the former capital of the Monster Kingdom; Upper Snowdin, with the snow getting on their feet, the trees and gradually elevating territory sorrounding them, passing by the undefeated and unyielding Ball Game, until reaching Snowdin Town, that was now an abandoned town, that nature was quickly reclaiming. One weird fact though was that both Grilby’s and the house of the Skelebrothers were gone, that confused Flowey a lot, even though Clover wasn’t surprised, oddly enough. Waterfall, with its beautiful scenery, flowing rivers and waterfalls, with its particular light blue, glowing flora, that included the Echo Flower, the flower that held the power to repeat the last phrase it had heard over and over, until it became nothing more than unrecognisable whispers of a time well passed. Hotland, the extremely hot and volcanic territory, with lava rivers, lakes and even some very rare waterfalls, that were very dangerous. But, even though this used to be the most dangerous area in the whole underground, innovation and technology had managed to turn into one of the easiest to travel. (mostly with elevators for the latter, though), until they finally reached the now shut down MTT Resort. The once lively and excessively expensive hotel was now abandoned, and the ficuses used as decoration had basically taken it as their own territory now. Not that anyone cared anyway, the only one left at the resort was that one orange, robot-looking guy, who said they had to stand near the ficus to not look ‘Awkward’; Awkward to who, though? The ficuses? The bacteria on the surfaces of the place? Either way, Flowey and Clover couldn’t care less about the guy’s activity. They went straight past the now unkept statue of Mettaton, that Clover spitted at.
“Fuck you, you megaloniacal Axis knockoff!” stated the cowpoke at the statue.
Flowey simply grinned and said nothing.
The statue, like when the resort was still active, was spitting water outside the fountain. After these many months, the floor had eroded from the constant water, and now a stable puddle was made.
‘Certaintly a point for more ficuses to grow from’ thought Clover, as they walked by. The thought of the statue being covered in plantlife and being unrecognisable made him all giddy and satisfied inside. ‘Justice always finds a way, even if in the weirdest forms of retribution’, he mentally said to himself.
The duo then got to the elevator that would take them straight to New Home. Going through the Core would be stupid, as it wasn’t properly mantained, and it could very well collapse in on itself, making them meet the same end as the former royal scientist, Doctor W.D Gas-
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- As if I would allow my name to be mentioned.
Do not be afraid, Angel.
You will hear of me again very soon.-
The elevator ride was long and boring. Clover tapped his feet, while Flowey counted his petals and pondered on why they were 6, and not 7, or 8. Or 2…
‘Okay, maybe not, 2 would look cursed and horrible’ the sentient flora shivered in fear.
Finally, after a long ride, they reached the capital, New Home. It was also mostly abandoned, but some monsters decided to stay, just because they liked the city, or others out of nostalgia, while more simply found it comfortable and stable for a place to stay, since 95% of the population had left for the surface world. They walked through the grey streets, more well kept if compared to the rest of the underground, that was completely abandoned. They took yet another elevator ride to what was once King Asgore’s castle, that was mantained for tourism by… ugh, MTT Corporated. They walked through the halls of the Final Corridor, where Flowey had… unpleasant flashbacks…-
<<< “do you wanna have a bad time?” Sans told Flowey, looking down at him with hollow eyes, full of grief. “’cause if you get any closer… YOU WON’T LIKE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT” the skeleton stated firmly, as if a verdict that a judge was making on a guilty killer. That… was true, in all honesty. While Sans wasn’t a judge, he definetely could take the executioner’s role if needed.
Flowey inched closer, with a manic grin.
“welp. guess this is it. i’m sorry, paps.. but this is why i never trust a stranger” the battle began, Sans starting to monologue. Flowey was full of anticipation. “it’s a beautiful day outside… birds are singing, flowers are blooming… and on days like these, plants like you… SHOULD BE BURNING IN HELL” >>> Flowey shook off the memory of the now far gone timeline, shaking his head. “Hurry up, Deputy. I want to get to the surface before midnight, thank you very much” he urged Clover. It was an excuse, but anything would do to leave the damned corridor.
Clover sighed. “Fine, fine, ‘Your Majesty’” the human said.
Flowey just glared at him, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to get out of there. “Yeah, Sass Master, just hurry up, before I tell Martlet you ate gunpowder those 3 times”
Clover gulped and immediately ran to the exit of the corridor, entering the Throne room, that Asgore still mantained often, washing and tending to the flowers there. The two ran past it and then got to the exit to the underground. As they crossed into the surface world, the warm sunlight of the late afternoon sun enveloped them.
Flowey got off Clover’s arm and stared at the majestic view of Ebott Valley. The woods, the rivers, the main town, the human city in the distance… ‘Actually, what city was it?’ he thought. He turned to Clover.
Clover smiled. “Oh, ya mean the city? That’s Claresto. Not a very big city, I gotta say, but it’s a nice place. I used to live there before I fell in the underground”
Flowey nodded in understanding. “And where are all of the other idiots, hmmm?”
Clover chuckled. “The idiots are down there, in Newer Home”
Flowey gave him a look that said ‘Really?’
Clover just shrugged. “Hey, it ain’t my fault! Asgore came up with the name! And ya know that as good as a king he was, he sucks at names”
Flowey nodded. “Yeah. And sadly, his lack of naming creativity also rubbed on his son”
Clover smirked. “Oh, absolutely. Like, seriously, out of all the names in the world, ya call yerself ‘Flowey’? That’s so cliquè even I wanna roll my eyes”
Flowey grumbled. “Clover, just shut up”
Clover giggled like a little kid on a sugar high.
The two, after admiring the view and enjoying the summer late afternoon breeze, climbed down the mountain, slowly descending into the woods below. After yet another exausting walk, Clover was exausted.
“Look, Flowey, it’s late, and I’ve walked more today than the last two weeks combine. So, I’m goin’ back home to Martlet. Yer free to do whatever ya wish, just… don’t commit crimes or somethin’”
Flowey made a mock pout, voice acting a whiny child “But come oooooooon, you’re no fuuun! Why can’t I commit arson? It’s completely harmless, I sweeeeear!”
Clover laughed. “Yeah, yeah, have fun, you Pyromaniacal Prince, see ya around” he said, meanwhile, he was waving at him. While at the same time, walking, turned towards him. Until finally turning around and walking away for good.
…
… (whistles)
Flowey stood there for a minute or two, or a bit of time. He couldn’t tell, since he didn’t have a clock. ‘What exactly do I do now?’ he pondered, just standing there for a hunch of time. After what felt like a tiny eternity, he burrowed underground, exploring Newer Home. He passed by many houses: Catty and Bratty’s, Undyne and Alphys’s, that the latter was also half lab, he passed by Asgore’s hut in the more secluded part of the town, sorrounded by nature, which was tipical for the former king’s. There were a lot of houses, the most notable ones being: Toriel’s, that looked cozy, and likely where Frisk was; He made a mental note to return there after his tour to meet up with the Ambassador. Then there was… Sans’s and Papyrus’s house, that was somehow their house from Snowdin town. ‘How did they even move it up here?’ Flowey thought. But knowing the Skelebrothers, it was very much possible.
After that, he entered another section of the town, that had some shops. There was an Echo Flower shop, that was likely property of that Weird Dude that used to stay entrance of Waterfall just to explain what Echo Flowers did.. There was Asgore’s ‘Flower King’ shop, full of all kinds of Flowey’s siblings, there was good old Grilby’s, that was also moved from Snowdin… ‘how the hell do they do that?!’ Flowey pondered even more. Even the greatest minds of human and monsterkinds would never be able to deduct this grand mistery! There was Gerson Boom’s shop, which Flowey was surprised to see, since the turtle monster was quite old, and the fact that he was still alive, even on the surface, impressed him. There was a Church to the Angel, obviously. The Church had an interesting gothic style, with two towers, both with bells, painted glass of all the colors of the rainbow, and it was entirely made of stone bricks. Even if monsters weren’t the strongest or most populous of species, they were damn good architects. Then, Flowey turned and…
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“HHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHH! ARE YOU SERIOUS?! HAHAH! THIS IS HILARIOUS! PAPYRUS OPENED UP AN ITALIAN RESTAURANT!” Flowey exclaimed. It was ridiculous. Papyrus had actually chased his spaghetti-infused dreams of opening up business! But remembering how… ‘interesting’ the tastes of his spaghetti were, he couldn’t believe the restaurant had lasted these many months. Flowey then saw a shining red car in front of the ‘HOUSE OF THE SPAGHETTORE!’
Damn, was that a car of quality. He burrowed closer, and observed it. A Ferrori, interesting. It was bright red, had an open roof, that could be closed in case of rain or bad weather, its wheels were made of premium materials, and looked very resistant. The back of the car had lots of space for extra passengers and stuff that one might want to bring.
The question was…
‘WHO owned this masterpiece of a transportation method?’ Flowey pondered. Maybe it was Mettaton, after all, he was very rich and popular. Or maybe someone else with funds? Asgore? Undyne? His thoughts were suddently interrupted as someone came out of the restaurant, opening the door with dramatic flair.
“NYEH HEH HEH! YET ANOTHER GLORIOUS DAY OF WORK HAS BEEN COMPLETED BY THE GREAT PAPYRUS! Said Papyrus with his usual extravagance. Flowey observed the tall skeleton. Hm, he wore a chef outfit, with the chef hat, the white dress, black boots…
Flowey decided to greet the newly discovered chef “Oh, Howdy, Papyrus! Opened up a little business here, I see”
Papyrus looked down from the stairs of the entrance of his place. Seeing Flowey, he greeted happily “OH, FLOWERY! IT IS NICE TO FINALLY SEE YOU AROUND THESE PARTS! WHAT GOOD WIND BRINGS YOU HERE, MY GREAT FRIEND?” Papyrus said with his unique mix of happiness and never ending excitement.
“I finally decided to show up. And it seems that I missed quite a lot of events, huh?” Flowey said with a half smirk, half smile. He was happy to see Papyrus again, even though the fact that he STILL got his name wrong got a bit on his nerves.
“YOU MISSED QUITE A LOT, YES. FOR STARTERS, I HAVE A RESTAURANT NOW, AND I ALSO HAVE A LITTLE HUMAN HELPING ME!” Papyrus declared with his usual booming, but excitedly charming voice.
Flowey raised an eyebrow. ‘A human?’ he thought. Was it Clover? Nah, he would burn down the kitchen door without even touching the oven. Frisk? Unlikely, as they were already busy with their ambassador work and school. So… who? “And who is this human you are talking about, Papyrus?”
Papyrus gave a fond smile before stepping aside, revealing a little human girl. She looked around Frisk’s age, that being 9 to 11 years old, but Flowey knew that if she was a former fallen human, she could very well be over 20, just with a child’s body, like Clover.
The girl had an apron on her tummy, that had a big heart on it. It seemed old but fixed later on. She had light brown hair, almost like the middle ground between cocoa and nut cream. Her hair wasn’t super long, but it still extended a bit behind her head. ‘The same haircut as Chara’ Flowey thought nostalgically. Her eyes had green pupils, that confirmed Flowey’s suspicions. She was a former fallen human, more in particular, the Kindness Soul. She wore a green and white striped sweater under the apron, like every child in the Valley. Her pants were a simple beige, but these weren’t shortened like Clover’s jeans, they were her size. Her shoes were a cute little black. This little girl was adorable, he thought.
“Hi!” said the girl, looking down at Flowey with an innocent and sweet gaze. “My name is Gaia! And what’s yours?”
Flowey got his voice to a higher pitch, clearing his throath as he did his usual intro. “Howdy! I’m FLOWEY, FLOWEY the FLOWER!”
Gaia chuckled. “I know you’re faking that tone, silly!” says cheerfully.
Flowey smiled. Oh, nice and sweet but not a total idiot? Rare combo. “So, you’re the little helper of Master Chef Papyrus, huh?”
“NYEH HEH HEH! INDEED, SHE IS THE COOKING PRODIGY THAT HELPS OUT MY RESTAURANT! AND ALSO, MY PERMANENTLY CAPTURED HOST!” the skeleton said loudly.
“I’m pretty sure that ‘adopting’ is the right term, Papyrus” Flowey told the almighty chef.
“OH. WHATEVER! IT DOESN’T CHANGE MUCH! SHE IS STILL MY PERMANENTLY CAPTURED HOST! HEH HEH NYEH!” replied the energetic skeleton. Then, Papyrus looked at Flowey, noticing his vicinity to the car. “OH, DO YOU WANT A RIDE IN MY CAR, FLOWERY?”
Flowey looked at him as if he had just seen someone achieve world peace. “Wait… hold on a minute there…” Flowey kept staring at Papyrus, then back at the car, then back at Papyrus, then at Gaia, and ultimately back to Papyrus. “THAT’S YOUR CAR!?” Flowey said with an unhealthy amount of disbelief.
Papyrus nodded. “INDEED, THAT IS THE VEHICLE OF THE GREAT PAPYRUS … THE PAPMOBILE! NYEH HEH HEH NYEH! SO, WANT A RIDE?”
Flowey looked at him all giddy and excited. “Hell yes, please!”
Papyrus smiled proudly. He then opened the car with his keys and got into the driver’s position, Gaia at the side seat and Flowey behind. “BE READY; FLOWERY … FOR THE RIDE OF YOUR LIFE! NYEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!”
The car came to life and got on the road, ready to flex Papyrus’s greatness, taking off at a very high speed.
END OF THE SUBCHAPTER