Don't Reset

Chapter Four - A Fucking Flower

You glare at him.

He glares back.

"Fine. But if you harm me in anyway, I will drop kick you."

He half heartedly laughs, "If I want to, I will."

You pull him towards your body, and he wraps himself around you, stopping when he's on your shoulder. You relax your hands at your side and begin to walk towards Toriels house.

"What happened to Toriel, she's usually here by now."

Flowey pauses, generally confused. "What did you do last timeline?"

You think back. Oh yeah. That might explain it.

You laugh nervously, "Well I did kinda ditch Toriel."

He turns to face you. "How did you manage to do that?"

"I know her whole speech, it's boring, so I just left."

He laughs, "You really are an idiot."

"Well at least I'm not a flower."

Ouch. That hit a sore spot.

He bites you're neck, drawing blood. Out of instinct you moan.

Flowey immediately pulls back and you stop walking.

You're both blushing, not saying a word.

You refuse to look at Flowey, and he does the same.

He really likes that sound, though. More than your laugh.

"I'm a fucking flower."

You giggle, the tension releasing.

"I told you not to bite me!" You joke.

"I didn't know you'd react like that!"

You continue walking, "Neither did I."

You continue on the path. You pass the puzzles with ease. Making it to Toriels in a few hours, purely due to the path being so long.

You knock on the door, and immanently hear rustling on the other side.

The door opens and Toriel smiles.

"Oh what a pure innocent youth? This must all be so confusing, come in."

"Yeah, I've only been here one hundred times, so confusing," you mumble quietly, walking inside.

Flowey snickers.

Toriel shuts the door and turns to face you. She's smiling.

"Which do you prefer cinnamon or butterscotch? Oh, wait, let me guess. Is it butterscotch?"

She's waiting expectantly.  

"Yeah."

"Oh that's great! Every time a child falls down here I feel like already know them, strange."

She starts to walk toward the kitchen.

"Because you do know them, Idiot," Flowey mumbles in the same manner you did.

You giggle, a hand clasped over your mouth.

Toriel pauses at the door, and turns to face you.

"Oh shit, did she hear us?"

She smiles, "You do not dislike cinnamon, do you? Would you turn your nose up if you found it on your plate? Right, right. I understand."

She walks away, disappearing into the kitchen.

"That bitch, I didn't even respond."

Flowey full on burst into laughter.

You smile, smugly.

Proud that you made the flower laugh.

"Alright, I'm going to sleep."

You begin walking towards the rooms.

"What? Do you trust me to be next to you while you're sleeping?" Flowey questions, wondering why you are still holding him.

"Well, I mean, you said you can't kill me, so-" you trail off.

"Oh," he mumbles.

He wanted to hear a 'yes'. Not an excuse.

You place him on the floor next to the bed.

"Whelp. I'm sleeping now. You can do... flower things."

He's glaring at you.

"I sleep too, asshole."

You frown. "What? Do you want the bed then?"

"No- for Asgores sake- just sleep."

You laugh it off, climbing onto the bed.

"Alright, goodnight, Flowey."

"It's not even night, it's good evening."