A/N: Hello Undertale fandom! I'm just here to say: I'm freaking obssessed with this jewel of a game. Nuff' said. To top if off, a certain demonic spawn of a flower has been taking over my mind. Now you must be wondering, 'Who would like that weed?'

Welp, someone's gotta take care of these flowers. ;p

~Chapter One~

A patch of golden flowers glowed in the darkness, crowded underneath one of the many open passages leading to the Underground. Droplets of water falling from the opening pour upon the secret patch of nature. If the flowers were alive, they would be glad to receive such a gift from nature. That is, all except for one lone flower, rooted directly in the center of a fairy ring of other flowers. Bigger than its other fellow flowers, it is wilted, despite the water falling from the heavens.

Surface above and him below, why was he inconveniently placed under the opening leading to the Underground?

Flowey hisses loudly out of his fangs, doing his best to shield himself from the unforgiving rain. This attempt produces no success, for the flower is dripped from the top of his petals to the bottom of his roots. "And here I thought it wouldn't get any worse," He curses, hunched over. Freezing water traces down his petals, leaking their way into his eyes. How long has it been? From what Flowey could tell, not like he cared, it's been exactly eighteen nights since all of the Monsters were freed of their imprisonment from the Underground.

All except him.

"Good riddance." He sneers, suddenly violently shaking all of the droplets of water off his petals and leaves to dry himself. The rain only continues to come. "I bet they're having a grand ol' time up there alright." Flowey squints upwards for a moment, only to look away from bullets of water hitting his yellow face. "Having fun getting chased out of the humans' territory by pitchforks and torches!" His cackles of glee echo in the deserted caverns of the Underground.

"It's great being here by myself. More space, quiet, and most of all, no annoying Monsters to rub their stupid compassion in my face."

His words only reveberate emptily in the void of the Underground.

Flowey sits in the rain, silently cursing the weather. He then imagined Frisk and their stupid friends shoved together into a stupid house. Sitting in a stupidly warm room by a stupidly warm fire, sheltered from the stupid rain. That idiot Papyrus would be doing puzzles, and that idiot Undyne would be in the kitchen cooking some unintelligble slop. Meanwhile that stupid Toriel would be knitting near the fire and that stupid Asgore would be painting all by himself in a room. Then that stupid Sans would probably be sleeping and that stupid Alphys would be shut in her room watching her stupid anime.

Stupid, stupid, STUPID, all of it is stupid.

And as for that stupid Frisk, they, they would probably be -

The rain stopped?

Flowey, frowning, looks up. Instead of seeing the jagged opening decorated with stormy clouds, instead a bright red cloth or something is hovering over him.

Drip, drum, drip, drum pit patters the rain against the strange red foreign thing.

And then Flowey noticed a small tanned hand, clutching a black pole connecting to the strange red foreign thing. The hand connects to the body and the body belongs to -

"Oh it's only YOU." Flowey made sure to show his sharp rows of teeth.

Frisk nods, a stupid smile on their face. Instead of that baggy old striped sweater Flowey has seen worn them so often, a purple rain coat shields them from wet weather. Ugly frog shaped boots cover their feet.

"What sort of magic are you using to stop the rain?" Flowey sniffs, doing his best to be threatening despite his sodden petals hanging limp around his circle face.

Frisk only shakes their head in answer, smiling absent mindedly, as they ready themselves to sit next to Flowey. His eyes widen, he can feel them going pitch black. "Oh nO yOu DOn'T." Flowey's face morphs into an amorphous blob of white for a second, forming into the most nightmare inducing expression he could muster up. "IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR HIM YOU WON'T BE SEEING HIM ANYTI-"

A hug interrupts them.

"...Oh."

Flowey uncomfortably stood still in the human's embrace.

Finally, they let go, thank Above. And then they had the nerve to continue to sit next to Flowey, babbling on for what seemed like hours about their sickly happy life on the surface. He mentally cursed Frisk for each time they smile fondly at a memory, each time he heard news of Frisky's happy content lives, each time they would look straight into Flowey's eyes as if they were comfortable with him.

Don't get Flowey wrong. He could screech and curse at the human. He could taunt the human with the many ways Flowey has killed their oh-so precious friends in the past timelines. He could rub the fact that HE was never coming back. But, in the end, Flowey gritted his teeth and sat through it. Because the only worthwhile thing Flowey would acknowledge was the human's 'um-brella' that shielded him from the never-ending rain.

Frisk finished the story of how they introduced Papyrus to the 'noodle aisle' from a human place called 'grocery store.' Flowey rolled his eyes, imagining the oaf of the skeleton going mad from rows and rows of supplies of spaghetti.

"I'm practicing ceramics." They mentioned, their smile widening.

Flowey pretended he didn't hear them, but they continued talking anyway.

"It's this art where you make pots and stuff with clay. I found out about it by making friends with this guy, Jaime Blue. You have to call this guy Jaime Blue, cuz that's just the way it goes. Anyway, Jaime Blue doesn't go to school, because he helps his mother out on her bakery and pot shop. In the back, they have a place full of pottery stuff. He's teaching me how to make pots, but it's really hard!" Frisk looks at Flowey, who is fuming over the stupidity of Frisk's newfounded friend's name.

"When I make my first pot, I'm gonna show you, okay?"

Flowey once again didn't answer.

Frisk glances at their wrist.

"Gotta go. Mom's gonna serve butterscotch pie tonight!"

Flowey winces despite trying not to care.

"It's raining buckets, isn't it? I'm gonna leave the umbrella here, okay? I'll come back, I promise!"

"Idiot." Flowey finally speaks. "You just wanna see me suffer." Flowey bristles, shaking more water off. "Leaving this umbrella here, clever plan. You just want an excuse to come back and make me suffer more, don't you?"

"Ehe, whoops, I'm caught! I can't wait!" Frisky yells with their stupid smug smile.

Oh. Oh, oh, OH, so they DO want to see him suffer.

"DoN't yOU hAvE anYTHIng betTer to dO?!"

A/N: I love Flowey, man. I think some other fellow Undertalers love him to. Most often, I see an AU where Frisk comes back for Flowey, uproots him, and stuffs him in a pot to take him back home. I loved that AU, until I saw a post from tumblr where someone pointed out that Frisk seems like the type who respects people's wishes. They would, instead, keep on coming back to visit Flowey, extending the olive branch, until eventually Flowey breaks to the power of FRIENDSHIP.

I liked it so much, that I decided to turn it into a fanfic. Boom, said, and done.

I figure this story will have about 10 chapters, so be prepared! It would be great to hear feedback! Cuz I sure do love reviews a skele-ton. NYEH-HEH-HEH.