Various Undertale x Reader

Flowey x Depressed! Reader: I'm not dead

((Video credit goes to Dave from Boyinaband. Please show that man some love. He needs it.

Hey, guys! It's been awhile, huh? Sorry for that. I think depression has taken hold of me again...I began crying yesterday right in the middle of my Honors Earth Science class...I felt so fucking terrible for it. You all may not know it, but I despise crying in public. I despise crying in general. I was lucky that I had worn my oversized hoodie that day so I could hide pretty successfully. I ignored my friend and my teacher when they showed concern...told them I was fine when it was obvious I wasn't...I felt like such a dick. The issue is, I don't even know WHY I was crying.

I'm sorry. I'm rambling. You guys came here for a story.))

Flowey's P.O.V.

She had locked herself in her room for weeks. She hardly ate. Hardly drank. Didn't really come out aside from going to the bathroom and showering. I never heard her turn her television on. She never played her music anymore like she used to.

I had left her be for this long because I thought she would appreciate her space. But now it's gotten to the point that I'm worried she'll hurt herself. I don't see how I'm expected to stand by when I'm worried to death.

Tenderly, I knock on her bedroom door, leaning my ear against the wood. I heard crying, and then shuffling. "What is it?" A broken voice called from the other side, making me frown. I wasn't having this.

"Let me in, (Your Name). Now." I was sure to sound assertive. I WOULD help this girl. I WOULD help MY girl. The doorknob twisted and I stepped back, awaiting it to open. The sight that met me made something in my chest hurt. There stood my little flower petal, her hair in a mess, dark circles under her eyes, her skin was paler than usual, and her clothes were wrinkled. Her expression showed cold, dead emotions, her eyes red from the crying.

I stood there, not saying a word as I took in the sight. Why had it come to this....

"Flowey, what do you wa- -?!"

I interrupted her with a hug, my arms wrapping around her tightly as I held her to my chest with tense muscles. "We need to talk." I stated to her with obvious concern.

*Time skip full of deep emotional conversation*

Hours passed. Hours filled with crying, and talking, and embraces that were long overdue. She needed to be held. Or maybe I just needed to hold her. I don't know. But what I did know is that it helped. She was crying again, her face buried in my chest as she gripped my shirt tightly in her fists, and I rubbed her back in comforting circles, allowing her to let it out as much as she needed to. An idea slowly popped into my head, and I easily layed down with her in my arms, cuddling her close while I reached over and turned on her favorite song. The rest of the night was spent just laying there, listening to her playlists and me thinking of all sorts of different things to try and make her feel better. Needless to say, it worked.