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Wedding flowers weren’t supposed to live more than a day. The best they could hope for was to remain a nice memory, a small detail in the picture of a sunny day.
Flowers weren’t supposed to have dreams either. What for, if they could never be accomplished?
None of them could have ever imagined that they could have a chance at living.
So, what were they supposed to do now?
Trying to live their lives at the fullest, was what Seth supposed. Focus on the present, on the right now.
…it was easier said than done.
So many things to do, to learn! It was impossible to do everything they wanted to do! One life wasn’t enough!
Well, at least they could be what they wanted… They passed pretty well as a human, if they were one to speak. They were even the only ones to choose an actual name! No offense, but were the other ones not original at all?
Well… they guessed that it was alright, if they were happy.
But c’mon, it seemed that they were the only ones taking this whole ‘human’ thing seriously! Did the others care at all? Did they even want to make Asgore happy?
No, they shouldn’t think that. They knew it was wrong. Everyone here had the same goal, and everyone was trying their best to accomplish it.
They shouldn’t waste more time, anyways. The Lightners would arrive soon.
Could anything else go wrong?
That’s the question they’d been asking themselves all day as all their genius tactics failed over and over again.
They could blame the other flowers, or their enemies themselves, or the circumstances, or whatever else, but in the end… they knew the real answer all along. The true failure here was only-
“Howdy, Seth! Whaddya doin’ ‘ere?”
Seth turned around. They had been walking around the castle with no clear destination in mind and they’d ended up in front of the Punishment Room’s door.
“I should ask you the same thing, Yellow,” they replied. “Weren’t you back there with Blue?”
“Oh, he needed need to practice for a new show of his n’ I didn’t wanna bother him.”
“I see.”
“…Yer hasn’t told me what yer doin’ ‘ere yet,” Yellow said. “Yer not… a criminell, ain’t ya?” His gaze had turned deadly cold. Seth panicked.
“No I- no. I was just taking a walk,” they stuttered quickly.
“Oh okay.”
“…Well, then I guess I’ll see you later, Yellow.” They prepared to leave.
They had barely taken two steps when Yellow interrupted them.
“Hol’ up a sec’, Seth! I wanna… ask you somethin’.”
They turned around, intrigued.
“Huh. What is it?”
“You think… me n’ Blue… should I… he-?” he fumbled intelligibly.
Seth sighted. They hadn’t understood half of what Yellow had just said, but they got the point.
“Geez, Yellow. I don’t know why you would choose me to advice you on such matters, but I understand you think I am the most capable one to answer your concerns-”
“Um, I just asked ya ‘cause ya were right her-”
“-so let me give you what my research about ‘love’ has given me. Let’s go to the Diner to discuss our plans.”
“Alright, let’s get to it.”
The table they were seated in was barely visible from underneath dozens of Seth’s books and notes talking about ‘romance’.
“So, Yellow, you want to be with Blue, correct?” Yellow nodded. “Okay, so, according to my research, you’ll have to ask him out in a romantic way. Think you can do that?”
“I-I mean, if it’s for ol’ Blue…”
“Great! So, let’s see… First of all, we’re going to need to fix you up a little. Your hair could use some work. And your clothes. According to this,” they held up a book so Yellow could see it, “you must use your best clothes available, or your ‘Sunday Best’, as it says.”
“But I ain’t got no other clothes, Seth! What is me goin’ to do?”
“I mean, if you don’t have any other clothes, then that means those would be your ‘Sunday Best’! Everything’s going according to the plan…”
“Oh, great!”
“About your hair… we have to trim it a little on the sides. It’s too long!” Seth exclaimed. They were looking at some reference photos for ‘Top Ten Most Attractive Haircuts For Men In 19XX’.
“Oh, yeah, ‘course, I see what yer means,” Yellow looked a little unsure, but Seth paid it no mind. This was for his own good!
“Come here,” Seth said, patting the floor next to their chair. They took out a pair of scissors they had borrowed from Aqua. They wouldn’t usually condone stealing, but ‘a thief who steals from a thief has 100 years to forgive’ and all that. Also, this was for a good cause, and they would return the scissors to their original owner afterwards.
Of course, they had no plans to mention any of this to Yellow. Even though they were doing this for his sake, they were sure he wouldn’t hesitate to put them into jail. Or to beat them with hammers.
“Okay, you have to stay still. Don’t move.”
Yellow gulped.
“Go ahead, pal.” He closed his eyes tightly.
Seth grabbed a few strands of hair and positioned the scissors. They knew exactly what they where doing, they had read a guide beforehand. This was going to be a walk in the park.
The scissors closed and a few yellow strands fell to the floor.
“Well, one side is done.”
They moved to the other side and repeated the process.
“Ha! My flawless technique made its job perfectly, Yellow! Your hair is now ready for-”
They interrupted themselves as they saw how Yellow’s hair started to grow again from where it had been cut.
“Huh?! This is not supposed to happen!” they yelled. “Yellow, stop that!”
“Oh, I’m so very sorry, Seth I’m a criminell! A hair criminell!”
“No-don’t worry. We’ll just try again- no, we don’t have much time. Let’s move to the next stage of our plan.”
“We need to think about where you are going to ask him. A romantic place… I have a few ideas.”
Yellow looked at Seth eagerly.
“I think the Cliffs could work quite well. Sunset light, a warm breeze… It’s the definition of a romantic place!”
“Um- ya think I should call him to meet there?”
“Yes, yes, do it now! We don’t have time to waste! We’ll practice your lines quickly while we are on our way.” Seth started to pack the mess of books and papers.
“Oh- yer- yer right.”
“Remember to compliment how he looks. And how he smells. And do not show if you’re nervous.”
They were outside of the cantina now, quickly approaching the exit.
“Wait up a sec, Seth,” Yellow had stopped walking.
They turned around, slightly annoyed at the interruption.
“What’s the matter now, Yellow?”
Yellow looked uncomfortable.
“It’s just this thought I had… Why we hurryin’ up so much?”
“Because we don’t have time!” Seth yelled, having completely lost their patience. “We… we have little time to achieve all our dreams, and we can’t afford to waste any.”
“Oh, yeah, yer right, Seth…” Yellow murmured.
“…”
“…But, ya know, Blue said this thing… ‘bout how we ain’t gotta stress, ‘cause we would regret it later. That it didn’t made sense if we ain’t havin’ fun.”
They stared at him. Most of the time, Yellow was easily the dumbest person they knew, so it was always surprising when he said something this… serious. It was hard to doubt his word when he talked about something he truly believed in.
“Heh… I guess you’re right.” Seth gave in. Even if it was wrong, it was easier to believe it.
“Ya think I am?!” Yellow sounded honestly surprised.
“Yeah,” they said. “You still have to talk to Blue, though. We should find him to continue to the next step of our plan…”
Just as they were finished the sentence, they heard a noise from behind their back. Seth was quick to hide behind a conveniently placed bush when they recognized the sound as elegant steps.
“Yellow, my dear, there you are! I have been looking for you. Would you like to accompany me to my stage? The show’s ready, and I would love for you to be there to presence it. If you want to, we could go on a little walk afterwards.”
“Blue! I hadn’t seen ya there. Um, yes, I would love to see yer play!”
“Great, my dear! Let’s go, shall we?”
They both walked out of the room, with Blue leading the way. Seth sighted.
“All that planning for nothing! What a waste of my tactician abilities! Blue’s great at this ‘love’ thing, though. We should exchange notes sometime,” Seth murmured to themselves, walking back into the Diner.
They were originally planning to revise their bullet patterns for later, but… it had been a long day. They could take a small break.
Their idea of drinking a warm, relaxing tea was shattered when they heard Aqua’s voice coming from somewhere.
“Seth! Seth! I killed a bread. Help me hide the body! Uee hee hee.”
Seth sighted as a reply. It seemed the break would have to wait a little more.