A.N. Second chapter a little build up.
The flower once known as Asriel had felt the reset shudder through the world. He had felt something fragment though, so subtly he found himself dismissing it. He could warp faster and farther than Sans ever could, from the world of darkness he found himself hiding in between appearances. The place where everything was numb.
And when he sprouted in the starting point, watching a figure fall from above, he would forever deny his excitement. Would it be Chara? Would it be Frisk? The feelings he had for Chara were the closest thing to love he could get without a soul. But Frisk was the closest thing to hope he dare allow himself.. He smothered it viciously, as the child plopped in the flower bed.
They never questioned why the flowers were so safe for preventing pain. Why the leaves in the ruins were so similar to his petals. But the truth was, he would fill it with his magic- it would be devastating to end the game before it began. He only allowed that once- and it was miserable.
Although he was a little surprised at what seemed like green magic coating the child slightly, providing its own sort of cushion. There was nary a bruise on them as they plopped down.
Yet..there was something strange. As the light faded away, the colors seemed off. The clothes were different. The child was smaller than expected.
But his inner laugh of menace drove him to the same script.
"Hi! I'm Flowey!" he burbled in his cheerful voice. But the child snapped around, his fluffy hair swaying. The glowing orange was the first he saw, but as he refocused he became incredibly still.
This was not Frisk. This wasn't Chara. This wasn't even a child of the same age! Far from it... the child appeared to be a toddler, not even old enough to speak. But his mouth opened and Flowey was proven wrong.
"Hi! I'm Tsuna! Where's here?" the child said, falling back on his bum and smiling innocently.