{ @happyflowey Moved from Here [x]
Happy… at first was confused. He knew Corrupt probably did sleep a little weird in the void sometimes but this… this looked different. And felt different.
The flower would poke Corrupted very gently and with a soft voice he never normally uses calls out to him again.
* Heeeey sweetheart. Come on, I was hoping you’d be awake by now, pal. This is awfully long for a nap.
* ….. Right?
* ……………………
* C-corrupted? You’re… You’re kidding right?
* THIS IS A JOKE? RIGHT?
* A “HAHA”?
* A LITTLE FUNNY, PAL?
He… didn’t quite know Corrupt as the one to do practical jokes, at least to him.
He started to shoo away the butterflies, suddenly starting to feel more like vultures to him the more he began to look at Corrupted sitting there…. lifeless looking.
[ The Butterflies would Flutter and Fly off Upon being Shooed Away from the Sleeping Body, Some Staying Close While Others Disappeared Further into the Depths of the Empty Space. ]
[ Though, a Response Along the Lines of a Sleepy “...Huh?,” Maybe even a Nervous “Oh, Golly, Sorry for Scaring You...,” or even a Twitch... ]
[ Would Never Come. ]
[ Corrupted Certainly wasn’t One for Such Jokes, Especially Not One in Which He would Pretend to be Dead in Front of His Usually-Stressed-out Beloved. That would Not be a Very Good Joke at All. It would be Cruel. ]
[ Oh. ]
[ This Appears to be Very Serious. ]
[ And Very, Very Real. ]
