Flowey LV 9999 9999:99
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"Dipper," said Mabel. "I don't think this is fun anymore…"
"H̵̲̓̇͋́̐o̸̮̾͆̉̔̏̓̕ẁ̶̢̮̪͙͗͛̒̇͠d̴̡͍̀̍y̶̛̫̱͔̜̖͛̕!" said Flowey. I̴t̸'̸s̷ ̴m̴e̷,̷ ̵F̶l̸o̴w̸e̵y̷!̵ ̷F̶l̶o̶w̵e̴y̵ ̵t̵h̷e̶ ̷F̶l̶o̶w̸e̷r̵!̶ ̴I̴ ̵o̸w̸e̷ ̷y̵o̷u̶ ̶a̴ ̵H̷U̷G̵E̷ ̴t̶h̸a̶n̴k̸s̶!̴ ̴Y̷o̴u̷ ̶r̶e̴a̷l̵l̸y̷ ̴d̴i̷d̸ ̵a̵ ̴n̴u̷m̶b̶e̶r̴ ̷o̷n̶ ̵t̷h̶a̶t̵ ̸o̴l̵d̶ ̶f̷o̷o̶l̶.̵ ̷W̸i̵t̷h̵o̷u̶t̴ ̸y̵o̶u̴,̷ ̷I̴ ̸N̵E̴V̸E̴R̶ ̶c̷o̵u̵l̴d̵ ̸h̴a̷v̷e̴ ̷g̴o̶t̸t̶e̶n̶ ̷p̷a̶s̷t̸ ̴h̶i̷m̶.̴ ̴B̵u̴t̷ ̸n̴o̷w̷,̷ ̸w̶i̵t̷h̵ ̴Y̷O̴U̵R̶ ̴h̶e̶l̶p̸…̷h̵e̶'̴s̴ ̴d̸e̴a̸d̸.̴ ̷A̸n̴d̶ ̴I̵'̵V̸E̷ ̷g̷o̷t̷ ̸t̸h̷e̷ ̶h̶u̸m̶a̶n̶ ̸S̸O̴U̵L̶S̷!̸
"B̶o̷y̵!̵ ̵I̵'̷v̴e̶ ̵b̵e̴e̶n̴ ̷e̸m̶p̶t̷y̷ ̶s̷o̵ ̴l̵o̵n̵g̴…̵I̸t̶ ̷f̶e̷e̸l̶s̷ ̴g̷r̴e̷a̶t̴ ̴t̷o̶ ̶h̶a̷v̶e̴ ̵a̵ ̸S̵O̷U̷L̸ ̴i̶n̸s̸i̷d̶e̸ ̸m̸e̸ ̵a̴g̵a̴i̶n̶.̴ ̶M̵m̸m̸,̵ ̶I̸ ̵c̴a̶n̶ ̴f̵e̸e̶l̵ ̵t̷h̵e̶m̷ ̴w̸r̷i̷g̸g̴l̵i̵n̸g̷…̵"̸
"Ew," said Mabel."
"̴A̴w̶w̷,̸ ̶y̷o̶u̷'̵r̴e̷ ̶f̵e̴e̶l̷i̵n̴g̶ ̸l̸e̸f̴t̶ ̸o̶u̵t̶,̶ ̸a̶r̴e̷n̵'̵t̷ ̶y̵o̸u̸?̶ ̷W̶e̴l̴l̴,̷ ̸t̵h̴a̶t̸'̶s̶ ̸j̷u̸s̸t̸ ̴p̶e̸r̷f̷e̵c̵t̴.̶ ̶A̸f̵t̸e̵r̶ ̸a̷l̴l̴,̴ ̷I̷ ̷o̴n̴l̵y̷ ̴h̵a̴v̸e̷ ̶s̷i̴x̸ ̶S̶O̷U̵L̸S̶.̶ ̷I̴ ̸s̵t̴i̵l̸l̸ ̸n̷e̵e̶d̶ ̶o̵n̴e̴ ̸m̴o̴r̶e̶…̸b̴e̸f̸o̴r̶e̶ ̷I̴ ̵b̸e̸c̴o̵m̷e̷ ̶G̶o̸d̸.̴ ̶A̸n̵d̸ ̶t̴h̸e̵n̴,̵ ̸w̵i̵t̷h̵ ̵m̶y̸ ̷n̸e̴w̷f̶o̸u̸n̴d̵ ̸p̷o̶w̵e̶r̴s̸…̴m̴o̷n̵s̷t̸e̷r̷s̶,̸ ̵h̶u̴m̸a̶n̸s̴,̸ ̸e̸v̸e̴r̵y̴o̷n̵e̷…̸I̷'̸l̷l̸ ̵s̴h̴o̷w̸ ̴t̶h̵e̴m̶ ̴a̴l̷l̷ ̴t̶h̶e̶ ̵R̵E̴A̷L̸ ̷m̷e̶a̴n̶i̶n̵g̴ ̴o̵f̵ ̵t̵h̷i̵s̶ ̷w̴o̶r̶l̷d̵!̴"̶
Out of the darkness came a writhing mass that made up Flowey's new form. It moved about on tentacle-like vines as wide as the two twins were, and infinitely long. It was supported from the back with thick metal tubing that seemed to connect everywhere and nowhere. A face had made of spare bits of organ and tissue, barely connected together or resembling anything human. But the real face was on the monitor above it, where a crude happy face had been drawn. The eyes widened, and a piercing laugh echoed all around them.
The Fight began. Monster bullets filled the darkness. Vines snapped at them and attempted to bind them to the ground. Flies swarmed around them, flying into flytrap-shaped buds. Flamethrowers shot from the face, cross-shaped bullets shot from the eyeballs. 'Friendliness pellets' sniped at their Souls. There was nothing that could be done. They could not dodge, they could not Fight, they could not Spare.
The last thing Dipper heard was the sickening snap of Mabel's Soul, then his own.
"This is all just a bad dream," said Asgore, who was dead. "And you're never waking up."
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Coraline was no longer facing Flowey. She had no idea where she was. She was surrounded by monster bullets, buttons as big as she was. They spun around her, but did not strike.
In the center of one of the patterns, she saw someone. She called for help.
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The wind kicked up, carrying monster bullets in the shape of leaves. Roots snapped at their feet, trying to take them down with them. Dying in this place, the Unknown, whatever it was, was worse than dying in real life. In real life, the body gives out. Here, it is the soul that fades away.
Wirt did his best to stomp them out. He couldn't give up. He had to find Greg. He had to find the others.
He called for help.
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The first thing Dipper heard was the snapping of his Soul.
He did not get a chance to think. Bullets still surrounded them. Mabel was now attacking the Flowey Monster, firing her grappling hook at it like a gun and pulling the rope back towards her. That seemed to pester it more than hurt it.
More bullets, hands making finger guns with flowers springing forth, fired towards them. Dipper did not get the chance to react.
He called for help.
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Norman did the only thing he could think of doing.
"Once upon a time, there was…"
The voice of the Witch taunted him, but she was not even there anymore. Bullets in the shape of lightning bolts struck him. But he had to keep going.
He called for help.
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And somebody came.
They were not alone. There were others now, their faces illuminated by their glowing Souls. They could not have been older than them, some even younger than that, but they were ready to *FIGHT.
FLOWEY's Defense dropped to 0!
There were still bullets pouring from the eyeballs, so many that it was impossible to move without getting struck. Still, Dipper felt stronger. He could tell that his hits, weak as they were, were doing something now. Flowey groaned in pain with every hit, whether they came from his notebook, Mabel's grappling hook, or any of the other weapons the others had.
He felt…*DETERMINed
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Bill Cipher LV: 9999 9999:99
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