Control {[An Undertale AU]}

Flower

ENTRY NUMBER 6: ASGORE asked everyone outside the city for monsters that had "fallen down." Their bodies came in today. They're still comatose... And soon, they'll all turn into dust. But what happens if I inject "determination" into them? If their SOULS persist after they perish, then... Freedom might be closer than we all thought.

The room was almost surreal. A 3 by 3 array of beds, each occupied by a monster, and the fluorescent lights gave it all an eerie glow. They seemed like they were all sleeping, but Alphys knew otherwise; comatose, as she had said in the lab entry, waiting to turn into dust. It was sad, really, but at very least Alphys was using the unfortunate reality for something good, right?

ENTRY NUMBER 7: We'll need a vessel to wield the monster SOULs when the time comes. After all, a monster cannot absorb the SOULs of other monsters. Just as a human cannot absorb a human SOUL... So then... What about something that's neither human nor monster?

Alphys frowned, thinking about her possible options.
Neither human nor monster... Something without a SOUL. Inanimate objects, perhaps? She looked around the room. The first item her eyes found was a pen. That might work... But it would be a little anticlimactic to have a living pen. Her eyes continued scanning her surroundings. Alphys sighed and shook her head. No, this wouldn't do, but she had to find something as a host!

A thought struck her. Inanimate objects, maybe not. How about something living, but not sentient?

ENTRY NUMBER 8: I've chosen a candidate. I haven't told ASGORE yet, because I want to surprise him with it... In the center of his garden, there's something special. The first golden flower, that grew before all the others. The flower from the outside world. It appeared just before the queen left. I wonder... What happens when something without a SOUL gains the will to live?

The flower was a hassle to work with, to say the least. First, she had to get to it without Asgore noticing, which was hard enough on its own. Then she had to keep it watered and with adequate light to survive, plus taking care of the tiny, younger flowers she had planted as control cases from the seeds of the first one. It was agonizing. But, hey, it could mean freedom, and that's worth any price.