"FLOWEY! FLOWEY!" The human child burst into the room, a huge smile plastered on to their face. "So, I was thinking. You said you've been really bored lately so I know what you can do! You're going to tell all of us your story!" They bounced on their toes, puffing out their chest proudly.
"... ... ..."
"Flowey. Don't you dare ignore me! You're going to tell us! It'll feel good to let it all out!" Frisk kneeled down next to the flower, whose back was facing them.
"..."
Frisk frowned, "Flowey, I am DETERMINED to make you tell us!" They thought for a minute, then grinned. They started poking Flowey, and making obnoxious squeaking noises.
The flower trembled with rage, "S t o p." He growled.
"Nope! Not until you tell us the story of your life!" ( ONE DIRECTION. I don't even like you WHYYY? ) Frisk stuck out their tongue and kept up their annoying actions.
Flowey was silent for a moment, shaking with fury, before he broke. "FINE!" He screeched, "I WILL TELL YOU! JUST STOP!"
Frisk smiled smugly, and sat back. "Go on!" They pressed.
Flowey groaned, "Fine... Howdy! I'm Flowey! Flowey the flower! Frisk is making me tell the story of my pathetic, useless life. I hope you all die of boredom! OW!"
Frisk glared at Flowey with the rolled up newspaper in their hand. "Bad Flowey! Be nice!"
"UUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH! FIIIIIIINNNNNEEEEE." Flowey whined, "My story starts many many years ago, at the entrance of the Underground..."
AUTHORS NOTE:
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