UTAC Day 11: Naughty/Nice :-1: :+1:

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Salutations! It's me, Malmarshes!

Happy Holidays x11!

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Notes:

Time Taken:

2 hours

Programs Used:

Google Docs

Word Count:

416

Tags:

#UTAdvent

Credit Where Credit Is Due

Where I got the borders!

Catch Up!

This is a One-Shot.

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Summary:

Toriel and Frisk bring Flowey to the mall to see Santa with them.

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"I don't want to visit Santa!" Flowey whined.

Toriel sighed, "Now Flowey, it's just an outing. You don't have to see Santa if you don't want to, but you do have to be good."

Toriel and Frisk had brought Flowey to the mall to see Santa with them. He wasn't exactly pleased to go, but he wasn't against it either. Toriel carried Flowey to where Santa's workshop was so Frisk could tell him what they wanted for Christmas.

"Are you sure you don't want to go, Flowey?" Frisk asked before they went to see him themselves.

"No, I'm not a baby!" He spat.

"Flowey!" Toriel exclaimed.

"It's alright, I'll see you in a couple minutes then." Frisk smiled before waving bye and going to Santa.

Flowey watched them walk up to him before shouting to them, "I still want a candy cane!"

He huffed as he turned his attention to Santa themslves. It was clear to him that it was just Asgore in a costume. At least he was consistent. He watched them talk before Frisk brought back two candy canes.

"Here, Flowey!" Frisk put one in his pot.

"Hm, thanks." Flowey said. He was still watching Asgore intensely.

Frisk noticed before offering once more, "Are you sure you don't want to go up there?"

"I said no!" Flowey snapped out of his stare. "I got what I came here for."

Frisk shrugged before taking Flowey in their hands. Toriel guided them across the mall for some window shopping and gift-getting.

"I'll be just a second you two, don't go anywhere." Toriel said before dipping into a store.

Flowey took a second before facing Frisk, "So, what did you tell 'Santa' you were this year?"

Frisk smiled at them, "I told him I was good."

"Were you though?" Flowey glared.

"Um, yeah I think so." Frisk replied.

"I think you were naughty actually." Flowey antagonized.

"You were quite nice, Flowey." They stated.

"What? No! I was definitely bad. You could even say the worst! I can't wait to get coal in my stocking, to prove how bad I was." He exclaimed.

"Is that what you want?" They asked.

"It's what I'm getting, so who cares what I want?" He huffed. He stayed silent for a moment, "Maybe a wagon. To make it easier to carry me around in." He muttered.

Toriel had approached them in midst of their conversation, "Maybe Santa can be convinced that you were good enough for a wagon."

"Maybe." Frisk smiled cheerfully.

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