Written for The Monthly Prompt Bank 2024
February prompt: hearts
Six human souls, incomplete without the final piece. A rainbow of hearts glimmering in the shadows of oblivion surrounding the fallen child.
Flowey gazed into Frisk's soul, salivating at the thought of what it must be like to hold the essence of this child within his grasp. He didn't even try to disguise his intentions, his withered leaves aquiver, eyes bulging from their sockets in a maddened stare.
But no, they must be red, his favorite color. Their agonized screams reverberated off the walls, ensnared within his thorny stalks, digging deeper, piercing flesh and fur alike. Froth dripped from his lips, relishing the sound, cackling. A single yellow heart was swallowed by a cocoon of warmth, the stench of copper heavy in the air.
Laughing still, Flowey squeezed harder, crushing with his stalks. Much to his delight, Toriel gasped and uttered a strangled squeak when he curled his limbs around her chest, wringing the breath from her lungs. It was delightful, pausing for a moment and lifting her dangling form, examining her closely before squeezing again, and again, treating her like his own personal squeaky toy.
She began to choke, a crimson mist rising from her lips, staining the remaining souls as they encircled the soulless abomination. Finally, Toriel's form went limp, the sight of her broken body was enough to draw a scream from the terrified child. Slowly, Flowey turned his head, like a sunflower towards the last fading ray of sunlight.
"Idiot," he whispered hoarsely, a menacing grin stretching his features, distorting his form. Finally, it's time for the final battle to begin.