"Hey, so I'd like to talk about what my plans are for W.D. Gaster-" I began, but I was cut off from my well thought out and amazing character explanation when I was suddenly lifted off the ground by a vine.
"Well, well, well. Who do we have here?" Flowey asked, looking me over as I struggled to break free of his grasp.
I stared at the psychotic flower. "You! how are you even here?" I asked, amazed to see Flowey Scowling down at me.
"Interesting, it says your hp are invincible, but you don't appear to be a monster with a human soul, or seven. In fact, you don't seem to be anything remarkable at all. so what makes you so special?" Flowey asked, tossing me from one vine to the other on a whim.
"Hey, cut that out! you're making me dizzy!" I complained, and frowned. It looked like I had no choice but to show all my cards. Darn. this would seriously deplete my pizza fund. I concentrated and summoned the jar, and I manage to wrench Flowey's grasp on me loose enough to drop a twenty into it. I sighed and took a deep breath, and prepared to blow that little flower's mind. "I'm the authoress of this story. I'm responsible for imagining up everything here." I calmly told Flowey.
Flowey burst into laughter. "You? yeah right! you're just some random girl with a laptop. And besides, the Underground came from the great Fox! everybody knows that!" he said with a leer.
"Well, yes, but not exactly. You see, the original game was invented by Fox, Buuuut this isn't the original game. Auto challenged me to write for a Genera that he was a fan of which I didn't know anything about, so I got Undertale. Long story short, this is a fanfiction, and I could literally get away with murder here if I wanted." I told Flowey and raised an eyebrow at him.
Flowey scoffed and squeezed me a little tighter, making me wince in pain. "Nice try, like I'd be naive enough to actually believe you! you're just a nobody with stupid delusions of grandeur, same as everyone else in this pathetic world! and once I end you, I'll finally be powerful enough to-" Flowey began, but I cut him off with a sharp whistle. "Hey! what'd you do that for? I'm trying to monologue here, and it's rude to interrupt!" Flowey growled at me.
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh, I just called someone here to meet you. now you will put me safely down on the ground!" I ordered the deranged flower, and to Flowey's surprise, he was helpless to do anything against my order and he obeyed me. "Good. now after the guy I called is finished with you, you will go back to being part of the story. Do what you will here, but you won't kill Lady ever, no matter what timeline you're in or how many times you reset the timeline, understand?" I said, and Flowey grudgingly nodded, helpless but to obey my {admittedly slightly mary sueish} commands.
Just then the ground started to rumble, and we heard a loud bark. "Oh no! it can't be! Not him! Please, anything but him!" Flowey exclaimed, his expression turning into that of one of pure terror.
I gave Flowey a stern glare. "Sorry, but your ego is way to big for my tastes. Nobody likes a geranium with an oak's opinion of himself. No, I'm afraid you'll have to pay the piper, or rather, play with the puppy." I told him, and as I finished my sentence, the annoying white dog that I had use my authoress's powers to make roughly 2x Flowey's size showed up, gave a thunderous bark and waged his tail causing gale-force winds to blow and tear at the scenery. I looked at the dog and said "Who's a good dog? you are, yes you are!" and the dog gave a happy yip and wagged harder. I snapped my fingers, and a giant doggy treat appeared in the air, and the annoying white dog happily gobbled it up on its journey downwards.
"Ugh, all this cute fluffy nonsense is making me sick. just leave me to my fate already, anything's better than this!" Flowey grumbled.
I shrugged. "if you insist. I'll just leave now and let nature run it's course." I said, and turned around and walked away. The dog whined and raised it's hind leg, and I could hear muffled shrieks of pure inhuman agony off in the distance coming from Flowey's direction off in the distance. was I being a tad cruel? perhaps, but it was also a fitting punishment. After all, Flowey had always justified his terrible actions with a demented version of the law of the jungle, so it was only fair that nature itself should punish him for his misdeeds. Sensing that the Dog was finished with his duty, I snapped my fingers and allowed everything to be as it was before, except for one very traumatized and slightly damp over-powered flower. All was as it should be, so I left and ended the chapter.