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"You dirty liar."
"Huh?" You looked at the flower in confusion. "You DO remember, don't you?" Flowey the not-supposed-to-be-threatening-flower looks at you with disbelief,
anger, a hint of what looked like pride, the promise of death and more not-Tic-tacs in it's eyes.
"Remember what?" Flowey stretches it's not-face in a creepy and threatening way. The result looked like a bastardised version of a smile.
"Wow, I can't even tell whether you're lying or not."
The feeling of confusion in you increases. "What do you mean, lying?" Flowey's eyes looked contemplative for a split second, before they brightened up in 'realisation'.
"Ahhhh, you want to lie low for a while, eh? I understand. That means I have to finish my intro though." You remember the first part of Flowey's intro, and are filled with dread of whatever the second part would be.
"Please don't." Flowey ignores that, and stops 'smiling'. It puts on a smile that looks a bit strained. The music in the background you didn't notice until now slows down.
"Hey, buddy. You missed them. Let's try again!" Flowey's voice was light, cheery, and undoubtly fake. Not-actually-friendly-Friendliness Pellets materialises above Flowey again.
"Oh no." The sensation that accompanied the memory that rose into your conscious told you that you did NOT want to get tagged by one of those. Or two of those. Or any of them, actually. No matter what Flowey said, about them being spreaders of this 'LOVE' thing, which you were now starting to doubt whether if it was a good thing or not. Probably not, counting the fact that Flowey was the one who told you that, and also because there was this little voice in your head that told you it was an acronym for something bad. Although that was probably from the head injury.
The feeling of getting your inside punched out shook you out of your thoughts. You managed to resist the urge to vomit, and saw that a little bar below that white box and next to some white text that said HP had decreased. By a lot. The number indicated at the right side of that bar stated that you had 1 out of 20 whatever the hell HP meant left.
"YOU IDIOT" You looked up, eyes watering, at the little crapstick of a flower with that weird-ass smile who just insulted your intelligence. "In this world, it's KILL or BE KILLED"
A ring of little spinning Tic-Tacs-Toes minus the Toes appeared around the box. "Shit." Flowey's grin grew a bit bigger. "Now there, no vulgarities."
"Are you fucking serious? One, you swore too, just now, and two, you BASICALLY JUST PUT ME IN A RING OF SKIN ABSORBED CYANIDE PILLS WITH NO WAY TO ESCAPE! WHY CANT I FUCKING SWEAR?!"
"Cause, number one, this fic is only rated T, and so we can't swear too much, and, number two, while you swore 5 times, I only swore 1 time." You look up and count the amount of vulgarities you said to Flowey. You turn back down to look at Flowey. Puzzled, you stated, "I only swore 3 times. That isn't above the limit, is it?" Flowey turns off it's killer smile and gives you a weird look.
"You don't remember? You really don't remember?" You look at it weirdly too. "No." Flowey suddenly looks worried. "That isn't supposed to happen."
"Huh?" It shakes it's head. "Never mind that, also, do you really think you're the only one able to read the sentences?" You grant it another weird look.
"No, of course not." Flowey looks confused again. "Then?" You replied, "If you weren't able to read the sentences, how would you read the script?" Flowey looks nervous. "What... script?" You sigh. "This..." The ring of Friendliness bullets start closing in on your soul. Flowey sighs in relief, and puts back on it's scary-but-not-actually-scary-after-you-get-used-to-it grin. "DIE" It starts laughing. Evilly, of course.
You start to panic, but that voice in your head told you not to. Something about its tone calms you down, and you wait. And wait. And wait.
The Ovals of Doom(TM) were about to to hit your soul when the voice in your head said, "Ah, shit."
It was then you knew you were dead.
You closed your eyes, waiting for one of the spinning squashed circles to deliver the final blow.
STAY DETERMINED
The voice rang in your head, like a particularly loud temple bell. Hearing said voice, which was laced with kindness, made a feeling well up inside you. No, you thought, I will not allow some little flavored pellet candy kill me now. I still need to punch that... At those dots, the voice gave a cough. You stopped thinking, and opened your eyes.
LI...
FLOWEY POV
...NE
*Battle against a True Hero plays in the background*
You feel nothing. That is what you used to tell yourself. You could not feel without a soul, you used to tell yourself. Now you wish that was still true. As you looked at their eyes flashing through the colours you knew oh so well, as you saw Determination erupt like magma from a volcano from a hidden place within them, you felt something you never wished to feel again after SHE was gone.
Fear.
At that moment, you wished that you never got your feelings back.
*song end*
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! LIIIIIINNNNNNNNEEEEEEE! WWWWWWWHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYY!
Normal POV
YOU SHOULD NOT BE SEEING THIS. IF YOU ARE, I DID SOMETHING WRONG
You saw Flowey look at you in that weird way again. You tried to place why the way it looked at you seemed so weird. Before you could figure it out though, that voice screamed. "CONSTANT VIGILLANCE!" You look at your soul. There was two weird things about the scene. One, The Circle of Doom(also TM) was just staying there around your soul. Two, your soul was flashing through a lot of colours, so fast that there probably would be an epilepsy warning if this was a video and not a bunch of text typed by someone who is really bad at writing fanfiction. It flashed through the colours a bit more before stopping on green. A blue broken 'Z' appeared in front of your soul. The pellets which used to be where the shield is now disappeared.
An idea comes up in your head, and, using willpower, you moved the shield around, eradicating the rest of the squashed reverse-black dots.
"What?!" Flowey seems astonished at your soul colour, understandably. "I don't understand! How?"
"Hey," you reply, "beats me, mate." Flowey then looks at you strangly. "Why you talking like that?"
"Think the author watched too much If Undertale was Realistic." Flowey's confused look intensifies. "Huh?"
You sigh. "Nevermind."
"Hadoken!" A black and white energy ball flies through the air to hit Flowey, who makes a comical noise of pain and comically gets knocked out of your vision. The world turns back to what it used to be before Flowey turned it black and white.
A white goat comes into your vision. "What a horrible creature..." it said in a distinctively feminine voice. She turns to you. "...torturing a poor innocent youth like that." You look at the bipedal english speaking she-goat, trying to place the sense of familiarity you felt when you laid your eyes on her. Another wisp of memory passed through your brain.
"Ah, do not be afrai..." she continued.
"Toriel?" You interjected. The she-goat looks at you with a astonished look.
"Mom?"
HERE LIES LINE, WHO DIED OF BROKEN TYPE, HEY THIS RHYMES
wait, what?
This did not go how I planned.
Nevermind, I'm too lazy to go back and change it.
Comments and reviews are always welcome, I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter ~Thick Soup