*(I'm sorry, but this is mostly just a giant rant about flowey. As a member of the 'Flowey defense squad' I will be defending him. A lot. Sorry if that's not your thing, but here's a chapter for you all. Let's here it for 700 views!)
Chapter 8: speaking of time.
"I'm sorry, kid I don't think I heard you right, what was that again" sans asks me.
"you heard me right" I reply "I am the legendary fart master"
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"heh, I can't believe you actually said it"
"that's what you said the first time, too."
"welp, if you're the one who can reset than you probably know what I was going to say next, right?"
"yup, you were going to ask me about flowey, the talking flower, right?"
"um, actually I was going to say-"
"echo flower? Don't play games with me sans, you may not remember my resets, but you do have information on Flowey's. anything flowey did can't be taken back anymore, only what I do. But that's ok, right? He didn't kill anyone that time, giving you that entire time period to dream and remember what he did."
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"got me there kid, so, what you got on him."
"where actually really good friends now." I take one of the fries in front of me and eat it. "he is easy to make upset, but if you understand him, it's kinda hard to hate him."
"kid, how can you be friends with that thing? Do you have any idea what he's done?"
"no, I know exactly what he's done. He actually killed me more than anyone else down here the first time."
"then why, kid?"
"allow me to tell you his story. Once, before the resets, he was a little kid. He was a happy and care free child. And then he died. His dust scattered on a field of buttercup flowers… and then, he woke up. The royal scientist, Dr Alphys, injected one of the flowers with DETERMINATION, turning him into what he is now. He was alone, afraid, and suddenly turned into a flower. He called for help…"I stare sans in the eye sockets " but nobody came. Eventually, king asgore heard his crying, discovered his old identity. Flowey should have been happy. But he wasn't. He was soulless. He couldn't feel compassion for the king. Flowey scoured the underground searching for something that he could feel compassion for. But nothing worked, not even his own mother and father. In his depression, he tried to kill himself. But his determination wouldn't let him. He discovered that he had control over the timeline. Out of boredom and desperation, he experimented with the underground, hopeing he could feel compassion for anything. But he didn't sucseed. He did everything, helped everyone, saved everyone, hurt everyone, killed everyone. He was a lost, soulless, and immortal child. Eventually, he just stopped trying and let time pass on, that is,until I showed up."
"and why is that?"
"because my DETERMINATION surpassed his."
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"alright, kid, I got an alternate question for ya then, how long have you been in control?"
"sans, don't call me a kid. I'm not. I've been here for over 75,000 resets. Every time I do, I average about 20 years in it before I reset again. Do the math, bone head"
*(for those to lazy to pull out a caculateor, that's 1,500,000 years.)
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"so yeah" I break the silence "that's why we're friends. Where the only 2 people who remember between resets and know what it's like to have that power. We share that common ground."
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"wow, that's a lot to fit in my skull."
"I know, I find its a lot to process too, sometimes." I disipate the bubble around us. "well, I think I've taken enough of your time." I stand up off the stool. "by the way, can you foot the bill, sans? I'm flat broke. Don't worry, it's just 10,000 G"
"heheh, good one"
"got it from the best" I wink at him and exit the restaurant.
End of chapter 8
*(there you go everyone! Have fun! Don't forget to review any questions or comments you have and I will get to them as soon as possible! Bye!)
