It finally dawns on me. That IMPORTANT thing I was forgetting from before. Silly me, it was Frisk's soul. Our little red ticket out of this prison. The light's shine creates an optical illusion, leaving half of their soul sharing the same hue as yours, Chara. As I reach out to take what back is rightfully ours, my body trembles.

W-why am I hesitating? Fear? Anticipation? SCREW THAT WIMPY CRAP! I am Flowey! Flowey the Flower. And it's about damn time I take back my dignity and my freedom! I take one last breath to calm myself before absorbing the soul.

That's odd. I'm actually a little bit disappointed. I was so looking forward to them squirming about in futility. Even YOU squirmed a little bit back then, isn't that right, Chara? Never fear, Brother would NEVER forget about you. But Frisk? Frisk here is so boring and forgettable. They didn't put up any resistance at all. Not that it really matters. It's time to finally see what kind of power a human soul can provide.

I lazily stretch out my vines and yawn, effortlessly breaking my way out of this accursed pot. As I am about to burrow below the surface, I notice something out of the corner of my eye. Perfect. A new victim.

Oh, hello there little Froggit. Do you want some LOVE? Here you go! I shoot a couple tiny pellets as a warmup. This creature is so pathetic. The first volley is enough to turn it into a worthless pile of dust. But… nothing? I do not feel accomplished at all. Hmmm. Maybe I need to try using a stronger attack.

Oh hey. A Loox. Where did that come from? Oh well. I give them a little smile as they beg me to not pick on them. They breath a sigh of relief. But, come on. You know me better than that, dont'cha?

It's time to have some fun with my new power. I unleash a huge burst of magical energy, not even bothering to try shaping or aiming it. Just maximizing the destructive potential and letting it rip! Something's bound to hit eventually.

Several star shaped bullets, each larger than a child's fist, shoot forward. Several are wildly off target, violently denting and scorching the violet walls. But with just a single hit, Loox is instantly destroyed in a single bow, not lasting long enough to even show a shocked look of betrayal. Even their dust gets immediately vaporized. Such power should leave me tingling with exhilaration. But still… nothing. I feel nothing at all.

Why? I just don't understand. Why do I still not feel anything, even when I kill? Is it them? Is Frisk suppressing my feelings? As I open my mouth to vocalize these thoughts, I notice myself gently shaking my head no. Almost like that stupid runt was shyly trying to apologize for taking even a tiny measure of control away from me, just to answer my question.

So, you are just going to watch as I DO whatever I want? As I KILL whomever I want? Though I willed neither, a small smile comes across my face as I nod. That really must be them. For now, they seem content to simply let me play out this little power fantasy. Truthfully, I expected them to try stopping me, perhaps even to reset.

As I approach Home, I come up with a dastardly plan. Sure, "mother" was worthless at teaching me to feel when I tried to "be good." But maybe teaching me to feel when I kill will be different. And even if she fails, surely the kid will react. At this point, I'm willing to take anything I can get. Even if it's just another stupid refrain of "Bad Flowey!"

She should be downstairs talking to Smiley Trashbag right about now. As I descend the stairs, an old memory resurfaces. This was where Chara first tried to teach me to be strong, to stop being such a crybaby. They were so patient with me, never giving up on me, even though I never made any progress. In the end, my weakness got us both killed. But Chara, if you can see me, I finally did it. I'm… finally strong like you.

From my peripheral vision… Oh, are my big words confusing to the little reader? Countless resets, infinite time to learn, dummy. Anyways, as I was saying. I notice a yellow star-shaped light where there never used to be one. I wonder. The kid could save. Since I have their SOUL now, does that mean that I can save, too? Could these strange lights be what they stare at when they save? I concentrate my sights on the petal-colored light. I begin to notice the usual symptoms from when I loaded or the kid did either one.

FLOWEY 9999:99 LV: 2

Home - Basement

File saved.

Success, I suppose. Proceeding down the corridor, her voice faintly echoes in the distance. Growing louder and louder the closer I approach. Until, at last, her words can finally be made out.

... Could you please, please promise something? Watch over them, and protect them, will you not?

I do not hear his reply. But what he says doesn't matter. I'm not here for him. After a few moments, she turns around to return upstairs. But, she stops in her tracks when she sees little old me.

Um, howdy? I fake a nervous laugh. She seems shocked to see me outside of my pot like this. I wonder, how long will it take before she asks about Frisk?

F-Frisk? Where are they? Answer me, where is Frisk? What did you DO to them?

Well, that was quick. I pause and hang my head, feigning shame. I... I failed, Tori. Someone got them shortly after you called. They stole their soul. I was fortunate to escape, b-but...

She looks confused. Conflicted even. Like she's sorry about ever doubting me. And a bit surprised that I could "feel" like this for the kid. Of course, I expect you idiots to know by now that I can't actually "feel." That this is all a ploy to trick her. But she doesn't know that yet. Foolishly, she kneels down and picks me up. She starts crying, like the worthless coward she is. After a good thirty seconds of her incoherent driveling on and on about what I can only assume were attempts of apologies and comfort (I wasn't really paying attention), I finally end my little act.

It was ME. I killed them! I thrust my newer, stronger vines into her back, being certain to twist the thorns about her squirmy innards during the impalement. Her face contorts in ways I haven't seen for dozens of resets. Between her emotional vulnerability and my direct hit, she cannot possibly fight against her wounds. Shortly after, I am rewarded. I bathe in a shower of her dust.

But still… I feel nothing. No glee, no regret, not even a perverse pleasure that her dust was unknowingly wasted on the least favorite of her nine dead children. Just… utter indifference and absolute boredom. Perhaps I could be more direct next time. I try to reset, like I used to before the human fell.

LOAD SUCCESSFUL!

I guess it actually worked. Again, I witness her begging the sentry to protect the child, fully unaware that Frisk is already dead. And again, Frisk offers no resistance from within me. What is their angle? They must realize what I'm doing, right? Before she can even turn around, I start my speech.

Why are you asking him for help? Frisk is already safe inside of me. I taunt her even further with a cute little wink as she turns to me.

She has no words for me. The temperature of the room rises as she summons a large ring of fire around her, consisting of multiple smaller flames. We do our little "dance" for a bit. It's been countless resets since I've actually had a "fair" fight with her. Usually I go for the cheap shots since such garbage doesn't deserve real effort.

She… actually landed one hit on me? I must be getting rusty. Oh boy. Here we go. Looks like maybe she's finally worth talking to. I imitate Frisk's face and voice.

M-Mother. Stop hurting us! I-I don't want to die again!

Shocked by this scene, her will to fight disappears and her flames fade away. She covers her mouth in horror. But, still. Nothing on my end, huh? Perhaps, I need to utterly break her fragile, little heart. I could let her know EXACTLY who I am *WAS.* That sounds fun! I switch to her mortified expression she wore many, many years ago while watching over Chara on their deathbed. Can you hear me? We want you to wake up…

H-how do you? Perfect, she still remembers. I allow my face to return to normal, as I nod and simply give her my dorky little Asriel smile. Just "his" smile though, the rest of me stays as cute 'lil me. After all, we don't need Frisk figuring anything out yet, now do we?

There's only one way to end this fight. Destroy the enemy and grow strong. I summon a rainbow. Oh, but not the Roy G. Biv variety Chara knows from the surface. No, this one is SPECIAL, custom made just for her. It represents all of the worthless souls she has thrown away. White, light blue, orange, dark blue, purple, green, and yellow. Any last words, "mother?" Her eyes grow wide as my attack approaches.

As… Her words are cut off, along with with her head, unable to finish that interrupted thought. Oh! What a shame. Guess nobody will ever hear her worthless final thoughts. Her dust lays upon the ground, never to know the comfort of being laid to rest upon one's favorite thing. I abandon it like the worthless trash it is. Yet still, I can't feel anything at all.

How pathetic. She truly was as useless in death as she was in life. I guess I simply have to try Papyrus next. He always was my favorite toy. Maybe HE can actually prove worthwhile.

As I exit the Ruins, another ancient memory of Chara resurfaces. Emboldened by Chara's presence, monsterkind had finally mustered enough bravery to abandon the Ruins. The royal family was among of the last to leave. Partly so the others could scout for invading humans. But also since the King and Queen were personally letting everyone know of the decision to finally move out.

Our parents had found no difficulty pushing forward through the cold snow and chilling wind. Chara, however, was a different story. Without any fur or thick hides to shield them from the harsh cold, they were shivering. Barely able to even move forward.

Their brother, realizing their sibling's struggles, ran back and offered to hold them close as the two made the long trek across these snowy fields. Inexplicably, the prince thought he could feel something warm in his chest, as he held his dearest friend near. Even though it was a long trek, the two made the best of it. Laughing, scratching, noogies, scary stories.

I remember the two of us being "happy" back then. And that it was something we used to enjoy. Even though I can no longer remember what it feels like, I- I would like for us to be "happy" again, Chara.

Anyways, that's enough old memories for now. Back to business.

FLOWEY 9999:99 LV:5

Snowdin

File saved.


Flowey's (and Chara's!) Notes

We are so close, Chara. Six, right? We just have to get six… And we'll do it together, right? T-then I can finally make up for my mistake, all those years ago. Let's finish what we started.

And WHY can't I strikethru worthless words like "who I 'am' " or "friendliness pellets?"