Undertale: Flowey's Growing Soul (Sans x Flowey)

Chapter 1

Flowey's Growing Soul.

NOTES: This is my first Undertale story but NOT my first fanfic.

- Some characters may be a little OTT or OOC but as it's my story, I'm in control.

- Flowey's appearance is based on the Artists impression called Nomidot from devianart, a fantastic artist; I suggest you go check them out.

- I don't really write romantic stories so I thought I'd give it a try, so it might be a little cheesy, I'm more used to writing graphic violent stories and also if you don't like my style of writing, then tough, don't read on!

- Just to let you know, Frisk has spared EVERYONE.

- I do NOT own the characters, they belong to Toby Fox.

- This chapter will contain swearing.

The bar was packed but then again Grillby's bar always is. He did a fair amount of trade considering its location and would always welcome the strangest of creatures and humans alike. Especially when a human named Frisk spare them all and became friends, it was like the monsters came to the bar as a relief for having a second chance on life, though most of the monsters would die for their king, even if he was an idiot. Yes, business was booming, now that the barrier was open and humans and monsters got on like a house on fire...though Grillby the bar owner really hated that expression...it was a human thing, he guessed. Grillby got along with everyone, though he didn't talk much...but...there was one monster he was suspicious over, a monster who almost got away with a bad ending...this very monster was sitting at the bar...alone.

A flower.

An anthropomorphic flower.

Grillby heard rumours about a flower recently causing havoc on the world and trying to twist the truth on some people and even persuading monsters or humans to do evil things...evil things that would result in death or murder

Grillby had serve this flower anyway...but he knew straight away who it was, it only accured to him why he actually served this...flower anyway, maybe because Grillby liked to treat everyone as equals but as the minutes went by, he started to feel uncomfortable. He hadn't chucked anyone from his bar for a long time and it looked like that trend was about to be broken. He watched as the flower just stared at its drink with a frustrated look on it...it's fingers gently rubbing the rim of the shot glass. Grillby looked at the odd creature and what it was wearing.

An almost pale, almost flat face with no nose but eyes dark with menace, beautiful massive yellow petals around its head. It was wearing a green and white corset type top, with fish net sleeves around its green arms, a black heart bow tie, and wavy long leaves covering it's yellowish legs and long brown boots. It was a beauty to look at and very feminine, at least that's what Grillby thought, he honestly thought this flower was female...then again, Grillby was awful at gender guessing, unless it was blatantly obvious, he wasn't that daft.

The other members in the bar were looking at the flower to, whispering and talking behind it's back, feeling uncomfortable.

Words and whispers were spreading throughout the bar.

"Hey, isn't that...?"

"Asriel? The son of Asgore...?"

"He's dead, isn't he?"

"What's he doing here?"

"What form has he taken?"

"We don't want him here...?"