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I Swallowed Hard

Who: Flowey the Flower and Alphys
Where: Room 017
When: 3/14
Rating: It's not exactly Chara levels but there's definitely No Chill.
Summary: Flowey's long overdue a chat with an old friend.
The Story:

[Someone's been very busy, as of late.

A new world means a slew of new information and opportunities, so of course, he's been busy. Reading back through the archived conversations of others, noting disappearances, reappearances. Frisk. Chara. The skeletons.

Alphys hasn't gone unnoticed in all of this. And no matter the recent events that had lowered her priority on his periphery, she was, all in all, a priority. One that was overdue in being dealt with. As the sun creeps in the window, as she rolls herself out of bed- why, it's a beautiful day outside!

Pity the door isn't working. But that's what happens when the lock has seemingly been run through with thick vines.]

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[Alphys is still a little groggy rolling out of bed; she's still getting used to having the sun coming in the window in the mornings and trying to sleep in has been increasingly complex. Still, she stretches, smiles a little at the sun, feels around on the side table for her glasses. Some things never change, after all.

Some things like unadulterated panic, of course, when she feels the door not budging. When she sees what's blocking it. When she takes a step back, sucking in a loud breath, gripping at her shirt.

No. No no no no no. But she has to ask, doesn't she? Maybe she's still dreaming. Maybe she's just imagining it.]

W-Who's... w-who's t-there? W-What do you w-want?

[If he had a body, this is the part where he'd be lounging on ~~the piano, feeding himself grapes~~ the bed, just to make a point of acting comfortable in the face of her hysteria.

He's a flower. That plan really won't work.

So it's onto the window sill he goes, sunlight casting his shadow in a long arc, right to the door itself. Oh Alphys; why the long face? It's just a flower!]

Why, Alphys! If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were playing coy!

[A tsk, petals ruffling in a seemingly non-existent breeze.]

Just goes to show that Wonderland will let anybody in, these days.

[As soon as she sees the shadow, her eyes go wide and she whips around, pressing her back to the door in an unorganized scramble. Logically, she knows she shouldn't be afraid. You shouldn't be showing fear! a voice that sounds surprisingly like Undyne rattles in her head, but it's being drowned out by shaking hands and jittery spines. She can feel her feet trying to find grip on the floor, but instead they're sliding, and her legs aren't holding her up like they should.]

I... I-I didn't a-ask to be brought h-here. No m-more than you. [Words are more of a struggle than she'd like to admit, but she continues, after a hard gulp.] W-What... w-what d-do you want?

[Hey, Alphys? What's up?

Are your sins crawling? Flowey laughs, the sound as warped and projected as ever by vocal chords that don't actually exist, fixing her with a knowing look.]

Can't an abomination come say hi to their creator, every now and again? Ah, but you've read Frankenstein, haven't you?

[Spoilers. The monster kills him in the end.

And his wife.]

Don't worry.

It doesn't have to go that way.

[She's trying to steady herself as best she can, bringing herself fully to her feet and trying to square up Flowey. She has to do something. There's no running or hiding now.]

I-It... I-It doesn't, o-of course! W-We're, uh, c-capable of just, t-talking. A-And people j-just talking don't, uh, h-have to block the door...

[She reaches, out of instinct, to move the handle a little. No dice. It's still a little steadying to hold onto something a little more stable than her, though.]

[Careful there, Alphys. One of the vines twitches abruptly; it has thorns. Many. Many. Thorns.]

People don't have to run, either. But this isn't a game of trust falls.

[Luckily. Flowey's stem twists, lowering his head down under the sill- just to ensure they're a little more on the level. To keep track of where her eyes are.

And her hands. Her communicator is mysteriously absent for the time being.]

Talking about trust; golly, there sure are a lot of people out there who love you! Aren't you a lucky one! Despite everything, they still trust you after all those hideous experiments.

Darn shame you forgot to mention one.

[Alphys jerks her hand away from the door, holding them close to her chest-- she's shrinking, she's closing in on herself even though there's nowhere to run or hide. Her eyes fly between the door, Flowey, the window-- there's no way she'd be able to make it out past them, so she's gotta stick it out. Somehow.]

Y-You've been r-reading my messages? [No, no, do not make him lay out everything you've done here, say something else, say something else]

I-It didn't s-seem right to j-just, t-talk about you l-like you didn't, e-exist! I... I d-don't... I-I know I've m-made mistakes, but I-I'm trying to do b-better, and...

[She's grasping at straws. There's nothing that's going to make what she did better, because they're the one who has to live with it.]

Calm down, doc!

[Chirping. Chirping is not a word that should ever be used to describe his vocal chords, but there it is. Saccharine sweet.]

Can you blame me for being just a little curious? After all, you were having such nice conversations... it's nice to meet some people who.. s-study these things, too!

[Alphys impression? On point. The things you do when you have a bit of time and a bit more boredom.]

I, uh, d-don't have a lot of friends who, uh, k-know or c-care about this stuff.

[Laid out enough for you, Alphys? He could go further. Makes a point to; expression a practical leer as his smile stretches into something nasty.]

Watching you reunite with Frisk; oh, that was touching. The things you two had to talk about, after they ran off to find you...

[She can feel her throat tighten, like she's choking on her heart. She's putting other people in danger for existing, again, of course, why does she even talk to people again when this is what happens because of it? Why does she even both trying to make friends with people? They're going to find out eventually; about this, about everything. You can't forget what you've done, Alphys' mind echos back to her. Even if it turns out alright.. But her responses are meek, and her eyes keep darting to the floor]

T-they asked t-to see me. They w-wanted to know if I w-was okay, w-when I arrived. I was lost.

[She doesn't know how to fight back to this, other than throw herself on the fire.]

T-There's no need t-to go after anyone I've t-talked to. T-They don't k-know anything. They h-haven't done anything!

Aww, well isn't that nice?

[Probably. He really wouldn't know. Frisk isn't the type to judge, but boy, they were good at making people feel their sins crawl all the same. He can only wonder how many things they had to say that simply added to all the things that kept her up at night.]

Tell you what, doc. I'm feeling generous.

New world, here. New slate. We can all just...forget about the past. Never talk about it again.

[Scratching, from inside the walls. Likely, it wasn't anything all that threatening. Couldn't be, even if the sound didn't stop. Even if the plaster was cracking in places.]

What do you think?

[She knows not to trust them, knows they're only planning on hurting her, knows she only has one shot at this but that doesn't breed results, or answers. Still, it gets her to move slightly forward, just away from the wall, eyes still locked on Flowey.]

W-We don't have to, uh, h-hurt each other here, y-you know. We c-can just, uh, t-talk, or w-work something out! I-If we have to live here, together, it w-wouldn't... I mean, i-it wouldn't be good for anyone.

[She knows it's not going to work, but for some reason, even trying makes her feel a little better. Like she did something other than grovel.]

B-But, we can... I m-mean, we don't have to, uh, be friends. But I'd l-like to work out, well, s-something.

You're right, doc. It'd be terrible for everyone.

[Haha...the smile wipes right off his face. But his gaze remains steady; right into her eyes. Alphys? Alphys is hardly a threat. He knows, and she knows... the last thing they have to worry about is hurting each other.]

It'd be horrible, if we hurt each other. With horrific, failed experiments. Or little games we've set up, to play out the heroine in someone else's story.

What kind of M o n s t e r would do that?

[She's trying to grapple for better words, better excuses, but there's nothing. The flower is here, they're in front of her, she has to do something because no one is coming to save her. She needs to figure this out on her own, somehow. But since when has anything she's ever done on her own turned out alright? Hell, the flower is proof of that. That she's never done anything even remotely right by herself.

But when Flowey brings up more of her mistakes, she cracks again, because she can't handle the silence.]

... M-Me. I d-did that. But I don't, w-want to do it again, and-- I d-don't think I can make it up to you, but, I...

[This isn't helping her case. Not at all.]

I d-don't want to fight you. I don't, uhm, w-want to fight anyone.

Oh, you don't want to fight.

What a surprise.

[That cracking in the walls gets louder. Vines are breaking through. Much thicker than the ones that hold the door closed, they whip through the air, stopping mere inches from the pathetic monster shaking behind her glasses.

She was always this pathetic. It's not a surprise, and there's no anger to go with it. But gosh, it's been a long time since he's gotten to see what happens when he takes it all a step. too. far.]

You don't want to fight anyone. But it's fine to break people in the process, isn't it, doctor Alphys? It's fine to put children through hell for your own amusement. There's nothing to be gained there, either- since when was your self-confidence of any real importance?

[She tries to curl in on herself but she can't break eye contact, can't run, can't hide, if she moves she'll be advancing the inevitable. She doesn't know how to fight back from this. She doesn't have anything she can do to make a stand. Her eyes cross the room quickly, searching for her communicator, something, anything.

But she couldn't do anything. She couldn't even scream. But nobody came.]

I d-didn't mean to do that, I didn't w-want to hurt anyone! I a-already don't like what happened, b-but there's nothing to be gained if-- we don't h-have to fight! T-There has to be a way we can figure this out, I don't-- I don't know, I--

[Her eyes, in the end, keep focusing on those vines. They couldn't kill her now, could they? They'd immediately be killed by someone else. Unless no one ever found out. Unless no one ever came for her. What if someone didn't?]

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[SAVE POINT 1]

oooohhhh im e xcited

I'm going to take it I have you permission but last chance prior to Alphys getting rend to pieces c:

i mean i assume flowey's resetting and if that's the case Do It Sucka