Once Toriel leaves, Frisk carries me over to the leaf pile nearest the candy room. My pot is set down upon one end, while they sit at the opposite side. After a minute alone in silence with the kid, their expectant stare bores me enough to take action. I suppose they want me to talk to them. After all, that was what SHE told them to do, wasn't it? And this "good kid" would NEVER disobey "Mother," now would they?

You want me to talk, huh? Alright. But, it'll cost you.

I put on a mischievous grin with that last sentence. Worry not, "dear" reader. I'm not expecting to trade my words for a soul. They'd probably steal control whenever I wanted to do anything fun. Just like that stupid kid who got Chara killed.

I'm only teasing them for now, okay? Giving them a little scare. A flower's gotta have his fun while he still can. And this is my most interesting reset in a long time, even if the kid and pot are annoying. I'd be a fool to just throw this all away so quickly. Anyways, Frisk gasps and places their hands over their heart.

No, no. Not that. I just want some answers. Some REAL answers. First off, why did you chose that name for me?

"You're just too cute!" They giggle. "A cute little flower like you deserves a cute name."

No, I'm not! I-I am not cute! Don't you remember? I tried KILLING you! And I'll try it again!

"Awww. You look even cuter when you're angry, Flow-Flow."

Really? Flow-Flow? That is disgusting. I never thought this possible, but … I think I actually like Azzy better than that. Not that I'd ever actually admit that to the kid. I give them another condescending stare.

Moving on… Next topic. Why did you come here?

They sigh and hang their head briefly before answering.

"I … was bored."

Bored? I inquire. They aren't mocking me, are they? Because that sounds an awful lot like something I would say.

"Nobody up there was any fun. Do this! Don't do that! Go to school. It was always the same boring routine, day, after day, after day. None of them truly cared for me or my choices. They only cared that I follow their silly little rules. I felt… trapped. And I… hated it."

Hate? I chuckle to myself. Kid, you don't even know the first thing about hate. And I can prove it. A sly smirk comes across my face. I contemplate pointing to the floor halfway between me and the Froggit. But, nah. It's not worth the effort. If I make them mad, I might not get another chance to hear this story. And, unlike Froggit slaying, this is actually something new to me. Curious, I decide to let the kid ramble on for the time being.

"Sometimes, when I went outside, I could see children playing with their brothers. It always looked like they were having so much fun together. And, for a long time, I wished for a brother of my own. I even had the perfect name picked out. But nobody came."

But nobody came? I was not expecting that out of this child. Their story sounds a lot like… like me. But, even I had Chara. Do they want me to be their Chara? No. I-I can't do that. Chara was great. They were the hopes of humans and monsters both. And me? I'm, well, THIS. Ignoring my wordless protest, Frisk continues their story.

"In the end, the only comfort I could find was with the golden flowers. They never judged me, or made fun of me, or tried to make me be someone I'm not. I thought they were the perfect friend for somebody like me. Can you imagine my excitement when I found a real, live TALKING one!"

I... can't, Frisk. I just… can't. Hope, love, compassion. Those things were destroyed alongside "his" body. Perhaps ten or twenty resets ago, I could remember the thrill of my very first kill and use it to pretend I understood you. But now, even that once precious memory means… nothing.

"When I met you, I was so happy. I thought there was only one name fitting for such a magnificent creature. I would gift you the name for my brother who never was. B-but you didn't even like that name, did you?"

I am many things, but "a magnificent creature?" Never was, and never will be. Not even back then. I try to hold back my laughter. And I fail miserably. The local Whimsun flee in terror at my uncontrollably deranged display. Frisk's face looks absolutely heartbroken. I should be happy at eliciting such a powerful response, but again… nothing. I sigh. Seems like it's time to tell them the truth. Or part of it, anyways.

I don't know anything about this "Azzy" you dream of. But, the Azzy I knew? He was weak. A pathetic coward who threw away his best friend's life for nothing. I cannot bring myself to accept a name like that.

Frisk smiles at me after that little story. And in reaction, I give them a nasty look. No, not the scary face, just an agitated stare. Then they laugh at me. This is getting annoying. They are probably thinking something like "so he DOES care," or maybe even "he's getting bored of killing?"

N-No! No, I don't! But he… he… His kill meant NOTHING. It wasn't for fun, or power, or curiosity. Or even self-defense. Such a disgrace the art of killing is simply unforgivable. That's ALL there is to it.

As I finally catch my breath, I notice the look on Frisk's face. They appear dumbfounded by my sudden outburst. And then I realize. They never actually SAID anything to provoke it. That was all on me. Ha ha ha. I guess this pot's taking a bigger toll on me than I thought.

Being trapped in this pot is exhausting. I'm taking a nap. Wake me when something exciting happens.

"B-but, what about? You said you'd talk to me."

And I did. Asking is talking. Now stop whining about how stupid you are, and take me somewhere fun.

"I'm telling Mom! You called me stupid."

They run over to me and pick up the pot. Seems like the kid doesn't take well being called stupid. So much so, they aren't even going to be a good kid anymore and wait for Toriel to come back. Not that I have a problem with this. So long as they still don't let Toriel incinerate me, I care not how my TOY thinks of me. And besides, that room was getting boring. So, I let them pick me up, THIS TIME at least.

We could have been here for hours before she got back if I didn't say anything. She may not look the part, but Toriel is actually quite easily distracted. It probably has something to do with how much of a worrywart she became after leaving New Home. But hey, I'm just a flower, not a psychologist. What do I know?

Before we even manage to leave the room, a random Froggit approaches us. They normally aren't much of threat. With the new story finally out of the way, it's time to finally show this kid that the real meaning of hate! I motion at Frisk to wait up before confidently pointing at myself.

Now's my chance to see what I can still actually accomplish stuck in this pot. I summon some friendliness pellets *BULLETS*. It seems that much still works. I'm sure they know by now, so no need to waste effort on silly pretenses. While taking aim at the defenseless Froggit, I feel my entire being pushed violently forward. My eyes reflexively close mere moments before I bang my head on that stupid flowerpot. My concentration shattered momentarily, my pellets *BULLETS* break apart and fall harmlessly to the ground.

"Bad Flowey!" I hear the kid reprimanding me. I turn to them and, for the first time this run, put on my scary face.

WHAT DID YOU SAY?

I summon more pellets *BULLETS*, but Frisk remains unfazed. They simply flick me in the face with their finger once again and smile. And again, I drop them all. And again, they scold me like I'm some sort of little kid.

"Bad Flowey!" they say, with a grin on their face. They seem to enjoy these useless attempts at trying to fix me. Unfortunately, I find this scene a boring rehash of my early resets with Toriel.

Fine. I get it. No killing. I sigh. Geez, you are so boring. No wonder nobody wanted to be your friend.

As the kid wanders around the Ruins, sparing everything in sight, I grow impatient. The power of a deity, the intellect of an ant. Just like the idiot they are. Seriously, this is completely pointless. Froggit and Whimsun aren't even smart enough to comprehend that mutual selfishness everyone else refers to as "friendship." So, why even bother?

Bored of this repetitive cycle of mercy, I yawn and take that nap I promised earlier. The kid calls out my name, but I ignore them. Eventually, I hear a sigh and then footsteps. This gentle swaying up and down must be their walking. I must have been too worked up to notice when they first they carried me, but I'm not going to lie. This… actually feels kind of nice. Of course, I still plan to kill off Frisk once all this is all over. But, I'm not finished playing with my little toy quite yet. I just need some time alone to think up a new game.


Flowey's Notes

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