#pottedomega

[two-littlesouls]

💩 (Potted-omega)

[besmirched]

"Wait..but how did..." He paused, as a look of realization slowly beamed on his expression. If that wasn't Besmirch in Daff's home then who was... "...Oh, I think Daff pulled a prank on me." He said, looking at the cake questionably. "Actually, you can keep that one, I'm not in the mood for sweets at the moment." And when Besmirch had asked who they were, the Flora had completely forgotten something. "Ah! Where are my manners. Name's Johnny, I'm a friend of Emmy and I've been eager to meet you!"

Besmirch simply looked at Johnny with a confused expression....He doesn’t STRIKE me as the kind to pull a PRANK, however in THIS situation, I don’t KNOW another alternative reason as to WHY you would believe that I was somewhere I WASN’T.

At Johnny’s dismissal of the cake, it was submerged back into the inkwell, to be devoured by someone else at some other time.

At the mention of Emmy, the flower’s eyes narrowed, and he more critically analyzed the person before him.

A h . I SEE. You already know that I am BESMIRCH, I presume?

He took a few moments to note specific features that were begging a question....You bear resemblances to an entity known as FLOWEY. Are you an ALTERNATE version of the being, or another entirely? Of course, JOHNNY is a unique name, but then again, so was ‘HAPPY,’ ‘DAFF,’ ‘POTTED,’ and ‘SOULS,’ amongst however many others I had to d e a l with during the days of the HEDGE. The words were all but spat out - it seemed that when referring to the group that had served as Besmirch’s nest, he was a bit sour, for some reason or another.

[your-best-friend-flowey]

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