Alone. The one word that Flowey can think of is alone. His true form has vanished along with his ability to feel love. Frisk and the other monsters have managed to leave the underground… with the exclusion of Flowey. Surprisingly, Flowey never thought he could feel comfort and compassion ever again.

As Asriel Dreemur, he broke the barrier for Frisk using all the monster and human souls he had, allowing them and their friends to travel to the surface. Currently, his stem body was still and erect, as if it was dormant. Flowey can move, but he chooses not to. He still ponders about his wants. He wished he was with his parents, Toriel and Asgore. He wished he was with Frisk. He…He… He doesn't know anymore.

Flowey teleported to the edge of the Garbage Dump. He stumbled upon the anime titles that Alphys had thrown out months ago. Monster Ball Y: Season 3, One Punch Goat: Christmas Edition, Dogeuto: Season 2, and many others. He even found a burned copy of…Kissy Mew Mew 2: Editor's Edition.

"What kind of game is that?" said Flowey. "It looks stupid and idiotic."

Flowey pushed the game off the ledge and into the abyss below. He chuckled at this. It entertained him to see such a terrible game be pushed off, so no one could see it ever gain. Suddenly, he thought of the game as himself. A terrible, terrible, thing that no one wants to see again.

He stopped laughing… he went over to the ledge and looked down. A terrible thing that no one wants to see again. The words repeated through his plant mind. In previous timelines, he eliminated every single living thing and destroyed himself to do it all over again. He was a sick person.

As he pondered about the very meaning of his existence, a light appeared. The surprised Flowey turned around and saw a figure in the light. It was Death. Death had come to claim him for the terrible things he has done. His price to pay for all the souls he has crushed. The expression of depression and sadness on the flower's face had turned to pure fear. It was over for him.

"Nooooo, please!" begged Flowey.

The figure in the light has come to take is soul. His memories flashed back from when he was… Asriel. He remembered when the first human fell, became a family with Toriel and Asgore, and then died while trying to free the monsters. He felt so much pain, never in his own life. At least he was there with Chara, his adoptive human brother, who also died with him. Now, he is going to be taken into the underworld to pay for his mistakes.

"Come fourth," commanded the figure.

"Okay, I will." The flower was ready to accepted his fate.

The two walked into the light to be transported to the figure's realm. Flowey closed his eyes, awaiting torture and pain. There was a blinding light, then a stream of rays shined on the pair. Unexpectedly, there was a stomach-turning push that sent both into a Ludicrous Speed (Spaceballs, I know could do better but I refuse). Finally, it all came to a halt. The flower opened his eyes to see a bleak world below. A mechanized sky island with endless steam coming from its towers, a floating mountain range with storm clouds that thunder and lighting, an over grown airborne jungle with dense trees, and many more.

"Jeezz, this place is more different than I expected," exclaimed Flowey.

"Welcome to the spirit realm, my friend," said the figure.

"What do you mean the…" Flowey started as he turned to look at the figure.

The figure now was more visible. It had a vanilla robe wrapped around itself with the symbol of a hand in the middle, two white chocolate wings, and a soft, smooth appearance. The species was rabbit an it was female. Flowey was amazed at the difference.

"Y…You look differ…differ…ent," stuttered Flowey.

"You look different yourself, goat boy," she responded.

"Are you calling me a goat?" asked Flowey.


Hello. The author here. I hope you enjoyed this chapter of Spirittale. Please comment on any suggestions (Not to delete my account or any negative suggestions) The next chapter will be out soon. Be wizardy me dudes.