Fictober 2024

A Break in Monotony

Universe: Something new

MC: Flowey

Genre: Angst

Warnings:
-OOC
-Mostly unedited
-Mention(s) of character death
-Flowey being a jerk

A/N:

I have never written Flowey before and was actually stuck on how to write him for the start before I decided fuck it and made him a bitch, if you'll excuse me for my language!
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Flowey wonders how long it's been.

The underground is near empty, and he's fairly sure it'll be lifeless (again) given a bit more time. Monsters are social creatures, so very sensitive to intent, and with the underground as full of dust as it is and the despair that clings to its walls, it's a surprise there's anything alive left down here. The only reason anyone has managed to survive this long is because Alphys hasn't died in this run and can keep the core running for power and supplies, but it's only a matter of time before either the hopelessness gets them all or he gets back.

He wonders where he went? Flowey didn't bother keeping track of him after a while, bored of the repetitive deaths, the same lines, and the same paths. It was intriguing, confusing, at first, but then...

Repeat, repeat, repeat, the same broken record!

Even his own death stopped being so painful after the 50th time in a row. Or was it the 60th? He's aware of most resets, but the number slips his mind sometimes.

Point is, he's bored. It's not even mildly interesting watching the few monsters left struggle to hold on to hope anymore. He wonders if he should just kill them himself? If only he can still reset!

He instinctively turns around when he feels an abrupt burst of magic. None of the monsters alive have enough power to register as unusual on his radar, so this means...

The smile on his face stretches.

It's a matter of minutes to get to the site, a rise in sharp, negative, intent that Flowey can never truly find the words to describe covering everything in sight. And in the middle of it all- there he is! The Monster of the day!

Good. He doesn't know how much more monotony he can take.

Sans is staring listlessly at a dark stain in the snowy floor in front of him, gaze blank despite the cheery smile on his face. Oh my! it's like looking in a mirror!

"Golly! Look who we have here!"

Sans skull slowly turns towards him. By the time he's fully facing him, Flowey is already far closer to him than when he greeted him. Tsk, tsk, such a slow reaction!

"It's been a looooong time, dear friend! Why, I was starting to think you wouldn't be back at all!"

Sans smile twitches downwards. Would you look at that! Flowey hasn't lost his touch just yet. How reassuring.

"Did you piss off your new friend again?" His stem grows longer as he slowly circles around Sans, head tilted sideways. Sans doesn't say a word, but Flowey knows he's still looking at him, paying attention to his words, by the strain on his face. "Ohhhh~ dear me, were you abandoned?" He loops around him, the first full circle, and he starts moving upwards. His smile grows bigger as Sans's grows smaller.

He bares teeth with his next words.

"Not like it's the first time!"

Oh, the way his smile drops is delightful! Flowey doesn't really know what Sans's relationship with the odd black skeleton he caught him with last time is, but he knows it to be complicated. Something like what he had with Chara? A use and be used situation. Golly, he sure has bad luck!

It's all just entertainment for Flowey, so he doesn't particularly care about how the suffering affects Sans. He wonders if he'll ever fall down? He'd gotten close in a few timelines before, but Frisk always reset before it got to that point!

He highly doubts it'd happen now, with the determination in his clearly unstable SOUL.

Flowey wouldn't be sure, SOULless as he is!

He cackles.

"It's no wonder, really! Who'd want to stick around you? An idiot who made a deal with a demon, who smiled as he killed his friends." The second loop, right in front of his SOUL now, the lines spasming as if unsure what to form, what to do. "His beloved younger brother too, even as he begged and begged and begged!" He pitches his voice higher, two-thirds of the third circle done. " 'PLEASE, BROTHER, WE CAN- WE CAN FIGURE THIS OUT! WHY DON'T YOU PUT DOWN THE KNIFE! SANS, PLEA-'"

"Shut up."

(His brother was a weakling, a pathetic idiot who never believed him, never realised what was happening, who decided again and again and again to spare the demon wearing a human shell only to meet the consequences of his actions-

It's a mercy on his side, really, to spare him of that. Of his pathetic life of always trying but never being enough, of trying to believe in the wrong thing.

... His SOUL spasms.)

Flowey stills, his head to the side of Sans's skull. His smile grows impossibly large as he quickly moves his head in front of Sans face, no longer tilted sideways, something like delight in his system.

The black tears flowing down Sans's face are much thicker than they usually are as Flowey remembers them, something he knows to indicate heightened agitation.

"Or what? You'll kill me? Were you gonna spaaaarrrrre meeee?"

He twists up into the air above him, smile smaller and something that would have made Frisk once upon a time try to squish his face, leaves clenched together in front of him like a mockery of hands as he speaks in a delighted voice.

"I heavily doubt you have any mercy left in you for that. After all, you didn't spare dear Papyrus! I'm not a fool!"

His smile twists into something malicious, tone flat as he speaks again, looking right at Sans's eye sockets.

"I know you better than that, Killer."

He supposes he shouldn't have been surprised at his death after that, especially at the laugh he let out. Seems Killer hasn't been stopping his genocidal tendencies! Flowey hadn't even seen his hand move!

Oh well. He wonders how long it'll take him to reset, or if he even will.
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A/N:

Next up will be yet another character I never wrote for before! This challenge is really making me realise that I really stick mostly to the skeleton brothers when I write, especially Sans and his variants.

Next chap: Dusttale, Grillby