P.S. Flowey is my second favorite after you-know-who and I just LOVE his interactions with the player.
Happily Ever After
The Prologue (pt. 2)
“Never trust a flower... That's one of the constants of this world.”
Standing near you was none other than Flowey, your perpetual rival, an innocent smile on his face.
But you didn't want to see anyone else right now, much less him.
“Go away, A-Flowey,” you said, turning away.
“Aren't you happy to see me? How rude. The way you are treating your best friend, tsk-tsk-tsk,” he replied, shaking his head, “Where are your manners, superhuman? Where have your signature kindness, patience and politeness gone? And where is 'please'?”
“What do you want?” you mumbled. You were clearly in a bad mood, and his snarky remarks made it even worse.
“Me? I don't need anything. You just looked so miserable that even I took pity and came to keep you company, oh poor you.”
So far, you're doing just great. You thought sarcastically in turn.
“I know I'm not the one you'd prefer to be around right now, but as you might have noticed, your beloved smiley trashbag abandoned you, so you'll have to put up with me for now,” he continued, “And should you complain? After all, who better than me can understand your situation?”
His facial features softened a little as he said that.
You raised an interested eyebrow, wondering what he meant.
“The idea that those you thought were your family have left you is terrifying, isn't it?” Flowey said, glancing at the river, a faraway look on his face.
“The world exists perfectly without you, and you can't do anything about it, stuck in a cold, soulless vessel you're so sick of,” he said the last part with a distinct bitterness, his voice becoming a pitch higher, “It doesn't matter what you do, you're always destined to be a loser, and end up in the empty Underground alone, even the one you care about the most ultimately leaves you.”
He paused for a moment, then turned to you, staring straight into your soul. Your face was reflected in his bottomless, coal-black eyes.
“Sounds familiar, hm? You and me, we are the same.”
Oh, so that's what he was getting at. This again.
“I've told you a million times, Flowey, we're not the same,” you objected harshly.
Flowey's face changed abruptly. Was he... offended at you?
“Yes? And why is that? Name at least one difference,” he said, crossing his leaves like arms.
A piece of cake.
“Well, at least I've never killed anyone, unlike some flowers I know,” you said, feeling a little better remembering that you still have some kind of advantage over the antagonist of the story. You still have some kind of conscience.
Despite everything, despite all your growing boredom, you still had a heart to not hurt a single soul in the Underground.
You still haven't hit rock bottom.
“…Yet”
“What?” you didn't understand him.
“I'm saying that you haven't killed anybody yet just because you aren't bored enough of this world. That's all. Make no mistake, it's only a matter of time.” his smile widened a little.
“No way, don't put your issues on me,” you denied.
There's no way you can cross that line under any circumstances. You're not like that.
“If I decided once that I would not harm anyone, I won't back down,” you finished with a somewhat proud intonation, picking up your "determined" facade again, “I will always only save, not destroy.”
Flowey looked at you with a 'really?' expression, and then... let out a chuckle.
Then a couple more.
And more.
And then he laughed in your face.
“HAHAHAHA! You're all the same. You have this insatiable hunger for more, an overblown ego and determination without any measure. Humans, in a word.”
You're the one to talk.
“Do you really consider yourself a 'monsters savior'? 'The arbiter of fate'? HAHAHA! What a joke! Oh! Let me guess, you probably imagine yourself in your pathetic dreams as some mysterious and beautiful otherworldly spirit. Or that angel from the prediction, painting yourself wings that you've never had. Or even some kind of deity who 'saves' everyone,” he made one of his scary faces, “No. The best thing you can do is save them from yourself.”
You can feel your ears burning.
“Shut up,” you said through gritted teeth and threw another stone as far as you could into the river.
“Oh, look who's mad!” Flowey exclaimed, pressing the leaves to his face in a mocking movement, “I knew you had it in you after all. I wonder… are you always kind in your world? Do you always forgive your enemies like you do it there?”
Do you?...
“Who am I kidding? I bet that as soon as this performance ends, you become your real self. You're so bold and cocky just because you're an "anomaly," as that bag of bones calls the likes like us. If that weren't the case, you wouldn't even last five minutes here, and your "friends" wouldn't seem so "nice" to you anymore. By the way, your favorite trash can would be one of the first in the ranks of those who want to destroy you.”
“That's not true!” you objected fervently, “He cares about me!”
“Seriously? Then why did he leave you? And why hasn't he ever tried to save you from the threats here, if he "cares"? Like when you were fighting with a Gyftrot, and that idiot was just standing a couple of meters away from you, doing nothing.”
Why are you still listening?
“You think he's "good," but how can you be so sure about that? You think you know him well, but what do you REALLY know about him?” Flowey kept pushing, “Do you know what his dreams are? What he is silent about? Do you know what he says when you're not around?”
Stop.
“Not really sure if you're interested in all this, though. You don't really love him either, do you? You're only with him when you need something. Even when you're "comforting" him, "saving", or whatever, you do it only when you're in the right mood.”
STOP IT!
“And I'm not even talking about today's episode. It was so touching that I almost cried,” Flowey pretended to wipe away a tear, “I have to admit, you were very clever at telling him something about the "room you were locked in after everyone left". Yup. Just forgot to mention that you can get out of there at any time.”
“H-hey, you could give me at least a little personal space!” you exclaimed, your cheeks were burning and heart was pounding. It's hard to tell if it's from embarrassment or shame.
“Personal space?” he asked innocently, “What personal space? I doubt that your fellas from your world think the same. Like…”
“You're just a coward hiding behind your vessel and "saving" your "friends" from a safe distance. If you were really here and went all the way from the beginning to the very end, following your "be good" philosophy, I’d recognize your merits. But now? Pfft,” Flowey finished his tirade.
“I'm "hiding behind my vessel" just because I can't help it,” you remarked bitterly, “I just can't come here. I’d give anything for such an opportunity.”
“Anything?” Flowey asked, intrigued, “Then I think we could cooperate. What if I tell you that I can bring you here?”
You felt your heart beat faster.
Bring you here? Sounds like a dream to you. You would finally be able to see Underground in all its glory, do all the things you never dared to even think about. You could have a family, the meaning of life. You could, you could...
Your head was spinning from dozens of scenarios of a new, happy life that loomed right in front of your nose.
You could finally be with Sans. For real.
“Not for free, of course,” Flowey continued, seeing the poorly concealed excitement on your face, “You're just giving me a piece of your soul. Not even the whole soul, just a little fragment. A good offer, isn't it? Deal?” he handed you one of his leaves.
On the other hand, it's probably another pitfall of his.
Suddenly, you remembered the words Flowey said earlier today:
It doesn't matter what you do, you're always destined to be a loser
It may be a trap, but if there's one thing you understood, it's that despite all his bad intentions, Flowey's plans always backfired on him, and it turned out good. So it would be alright. It'll all work out. In the end it's all nice.
“Deal” you said, holding out your hand.
Unexpectedly, a sharp pain pierced through you and you lost consciousness.
