The Biggest IDIOT

[flowey after absorbing alot of water and sunlight]

Flowey groaned in delight, enjoying another wave of fresh sunshine beaming in his face. After a long and annoying winter, the fresh sun of spring was a welcome change. Toriel and Frisk also forgot about reducing his water supply after the cold days spent indoors, which further contributed to a well-fed and comfy lifestyle as of late.

Though perhaps he might have gone overboard with it.

While the basic size of a golden flower wasn't exactly something he could transcend, the normally lithe and thin flower has, over time, adopted a slightly thicker stem, thanks to all the nutrients and none of the effort. He sprouted several new leaves as well, dealing with an overabundance of energy and no need to use it up. It was a very delightful lifestyle, much better than his original stay in the dry, dark Ruins.

That was, until Frisk shut the blinders.

"What gives?" Flowey whined, eyes sharpening at the rather stern-looking human.

Rather than give a reply, they opened up the little box in their hand, revealing a beautifully rich, creamy slice of cake. Flowey's mouth watered upon the sight and as soon as they brought the plate close, he reached out for it. However, his jaw snapped nothing, but air, as Frisk quickly pulled it away from him.

"Frisk! Give me the cake, right now!" he ordered, but they didn't listen.

Instead, they placed the plate in the far end of the room and sat down next to it. They crossed their arms and gazed at Flowey, waiting for him to catch on. And catch on he did, indeed.

"You little-" he was interrupted by a brief burp, still digesting the sunlight. "Fine. I'll go get it myself then."

He concentrated briefly and reached out towards the cake with his mind, the leaves on his body sprouting into thick vines for the purpose. Once they got closer, he opened his eyes again, grin wide and smug over his little plot. However, Frisk anticipated this and with one, equally stern move, reached out for a fork and bit the edge of the cake off.

"No!" Flowey whined, pulling his vines back. Already, he felt a bit of sweat forming on his petals from the exertion magic use put upon him. "Come on, can't you just give it to me?"

But they refused.

Groaning loudly, Flowey used his magic once again, this time grabbing onto the bed and a nearby box, pulling him and pot included a few inches closer. Frisk stayed put this time around, indicating this was exactly what they wanted. The flower swore inward and outward, but reached out again, commencing the torturous march towards the other end of the room.

"When I get there..." he huffed. "I'm going to flay you alive... before, during and after that cake..."

Frisk just grinned and spun the fork around in their hand a couple times.