Conduit Tale-An Undertale Fanfiction Novel

Chapter 34: Flowey Knows What He Must Do

Okay, Flowey. What do you do? He bounced his pot on the table heading to the left. What does Chara want from me? Does she want me to tell them? Am I supposed to tell them? What good would that do? It would hurt them. Chara! What do you want from me? If I tell them, they'll be crushed . . . but Sans would be rightfully prepared. Forget Papyrus, he'd have the King's backing. Flowey started hopping to the right. But it's not like they'll just be able to pick up where they left off. The whole Underground has changed since then. And, they can't remember. There's no way to remember. "Oh, this is so annoying. I hate having . . . feelings," he admitted and moaned with a gurgle. "They are here already, where it all should be, so . . . yeah but . . ." He stopped hopping.

Oh yeah. "The Underground is completely different and Sans doesn't know anything about humans. Not really, not this stuff. And, and Faith doesn't know either. Not about Monsters, not about anything besides what she needed for the mission!"

Oh no. Naw, naw, naw. "Really, you couldn't have just killed me instead, Chara?" Great. But yes, there it was. He knew in fact those various changes would be arriving that very night. Fine. Fine! Let's get this over with.

He knew what he had to do. He moved back to the left. Waiting for his moment. It would hurt. It would hurt Sansy when he knew the truth. But, but it would also hurt Flowey.

Because he hated the idea of what he had to do afterward . . . he took a deep breath and . . . "Oh, caaaaaaaallllliiinng, Smiiiiiiiiiley Traaaaaaaashbaaaaaag! Smiley, Smiley! Trashbag, Trashbag! Smiley, Smiley! Trashbag, Trashbag! And broooothter, Brooooootherr! Bruuuuuuthheeeeeerrrr! HElloooooooOOOooOOOOooOooooooo!

Just as he thought, two extremely annoyed Skeletons poked their heads out of their room.

"What?" Sans asked first.

"I need something?" Flowey answered. "I need something underground. And not Underground, but under the Underground. I need you to put me back down, down, down into the ground."

"But you can't go down," Papyrus reminded him. "Lasers, remember."

"I want to try again."

"At this hour?!" Papyrus complained.

"Why yesssirreeeeeebooOOoooooOob!" Flowey sang again. Because singing? Monsters hated singing so much. "I want to go to the ground." He bopped his petaled head back and forth. "Deep into the UndergrooOooound!"

"I don't know." Sans started trotting downstairs with Papyrus. "I'm thinking deep into the windowsill more likely."

"Well, then again, it could be attacked by lasers?"

"Oh yeah." Sans picked up his pot. "Fine. Down into the ground you go."

"Great! Cause if I can get down . . . then I can give you something, Sans. Something . . . you'd really, really want." Flowey tried to temp them.

"Hey, what's going on?" Chance asked as he poked his head out of his room.

"Uh, just taking care of this annoying flower," Papyrus insisted. "Just go to sleep. We shall be back shortly."

"Yeah, we're going to watch a laser show," Sans said as he opened the front door. Snow started to blow in.

"No, I hate snow! I hate the cold!" Flowey complained as they moved outside. Ridiculous! Ridiculous! Of course, if he didn't, things would have gotten worse.

"You're the one who wanted the ground that bad, Buddy. Bad enough to interrupt me when I was really not in the mood to be interrupted." Sans set the pot down in the middle of the snow. "Go for it."