"Well, howdy there!" Hearing Flowey's voice again is a thing Mocha could have gone without. "Seems that the white fluff-ball is nowhere around. So maybe we could have a little chat." He wasn't even trying to be nice or conceal how awful he was. Mocha assumed the white fluff-ball was meant to be Toriel.
"I don't want to talk to you." Mocha learned the last time that they had a 'little chat', there was never really any talking involved. Just pain.
"Then you don't have to talk! I just wanted to ask you something." Flowey's voice grew dark. He was being serious, no playing around. "It's about what I saw, when you fell." Mocha had no idea what he was talking about.
"If you wanted to talk, then why are we in a fighting sequence!" Her voice was accusing. Flowey had a stupid look on his face, as though the answer was obvious.
"Well duh. Because I know you wouldn't have even given me a second glance if I tried to ask you something normally." His voice was softer, almost kinder. Was he getting used to her presence and her voice? Not likely, Mocha thought. "Wow, you really are a dummy."
"Enough with the insults. What did you want to ask about when I fell?" Her voice was quieter and slightly kinder. Trying to keep good terms with the flower was a good idea at this point. With how low her health was.
"Do you have the ability to use magic?" Mocha was confused. She understood what magic was. It was the base element of what monsters were made of. They can use it to their advantages in different ways, such as defending themselves.
"And you call me dumb? You know I'm a human, and humans can't use magic. Not even if we tried." Sarcasm and disbelief was spilling from her mouth.
"I know but….. What I saw was magic. I'm certain of it." The last part was mumbled to himself, as though collaborating his own story.
"Well I can't use magic. So get that crap out of your noggin." Flowey looked up at Mocha suddenly. Most people didn't talk to him like that, or even talk to him at all.
"I know what I saw and it was blue magic! It's what slowed your fall so you didn't die!" Now it was Mochas turn to be surprised, she hadn't noticed any magic. But now that she thinks about it, her fall did slow towards the end. And dramatically so.
By now the black inked world had melted away and they were sitting having the conversation in the middle of a patch of golden red leaves.
"Now, listen here. I'm nowhere near finished with you. So remember, if a yellow flower comes to you wanting to talk. Then talk to them!" Flowey said before disappearing into the ground below him. A pop followed the action. This whole encounter confused Mocha a great deal. She stood up and began walking again in the direction of Toriel's home.
As far as she knew, she was unable to use magic. But the thought that she might have somehow managed it startled her. As far as Mocha knew, she was a normal, everyday person. She was alarmed to think that she was anything but just that. She kept thinking and thinking about what could have caused the magical occurrence. Maybe it wasn't her that held the magic, but an item on her.
She took a moment to think of the items she had with her. All she could think of was the skeletal dragon still rapped around her ear and her silver spoon ring that she wore. Mocha was leaning more toward the ring. It was a family heirloom and it was given to her by her Great Grandmother just before she passed away. Come to think of it, it's been almost exactly 20 years since her Great Grandmother died.
Mocha enjoyed the memory of her G. Grandmother, but it always got her down. She was at the beautiful red leaved tree just before Toriels home, and she didn't want to look sad when she greeted Toriel. So Mocha banished the thoughts of her past as she placed her hand on the gilded door knob and twisted it. The warm air rushed passed her cheeks and she was welcomed by Toriel's kind voice and the scent of butterscotch and cinnamon.
Thank you again for reading! Deeply sorry for the late update. HAPPY 4 OF JULY! Don't forget to comment, I'd love to hear all of your opinions. Thank you!
