#sweetflowerchild

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Chara, what did we tell you about falling into the underground?

There is no formal rule against it. I may do as I please.

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Were both of you content to just watch me suffer.

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

Chara is clapping. Flowey’s contribution to the number of screams worldwide will be deeply appreciated.

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“My mum gave me a rose because she felt sorry for me.”

Valentine’s Starters | Accepting

Oh god. If Chara wasn’t dead already, the only thought that would be going through their head was, I am dying, I am actually going to die.

This was bad enough that their eyes and mouth were starting to leak again. They might have taken a moment to wipe their face, but this was just too hilarious.

“That’s the most pathetic thing I’ve ever heard in my entire existence.” And that was saying something. Who even did something like that? Did she want to give him a playmate? Maybe the rose was his date? Whatever it was, Chara was doubled over in giggles over it. Incredible!

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★ poke poke

( is poke )

Nightmares | Accepting

Chara didn’t actually need to sleep anymore, now that they were like this. It was just that they literally had nothing better to do.

Frisk didn’t need their help anymore; in fact, Chara was fairly certain that they would be nothing but a distraction now that Frisk had important ambassador duties. They no longer needed Chara’s commentary, nor their information, nor their anything.

Weren’t restless spirits supposed to have peace, whatever that meant, when their business in the world of the living was finished? Well, Chara couldn’t think of anything they were meant to do after the barrier was broken, no other purpose for their reincarnation.

At this point, it was just a matter of waiting until they actually stayed dead. And so, Chara slept, and slept, and slept…

Until they were quite vividly reminded of the reason they had had so much difficulty falling asleep in life.

No, no, no, no, this wasn’t supposed to happen, were they in hell, were they in hell? Chara couldn’t understand, Chara couldn’t understand, they were rotting, rotting, rotting -

They couldn’t move, why couldn’t they move? They were a corpse, they were a fucking corpse, and here they were, trapped in this stone coffin for, for - forever, probably, no, no, no.

They could feel their body but they couldn’t move it, stone on all sides, stone stonestonestonestonestone and they couldn’t even scream -

Chara shrieked.

Breathing wasn’t necessary, but they panted for breath anyway, too disoriented to notice the presence beside them. They hadn’t shaken this badly in, in - they didn’t know, they didn’t know. But when they were finally able to process their surroundings…

Oh. Him.

Chara stared at the flower in silence. What were they supposed to say?

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Flowey isn't doing much or saying anything, but he's sitting in the garden near the barrier. For today.

Flowey is quietly offered a small glass of water and a cookie- just in case he changes his mind.

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@sweetflowerchild

i was going to draw flowey doing something else but this was funnier

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* Howdy! I asked Asgore to sign up an account on undernet. The idiot doesn't remember signing ME up for it, so I said it was for me. Here's the info. [Flowey disappears into the ground, leaving only a piece of paper behind.]

Well, that...was something. Hm. 

If Asgore had made the account, then this was totally acceptable. Chara grinned, and entered the account info from the paper to the app. Finally, their time had come. Now they could vagueblog themself...or just shitpost a lot, whatever came naturally.

First things first, though. Time to @ Flowey.

* No one else would suspect.

* But I would’ve known.

Chara couldn’t explain just where this particularity started in them. It wasn’t like they were unwilling to do things that others would dislike.

So, well.

* ...

* Thanks for the account.