Once More With Feeling

.. Without You My Friend

Note at the start this time:
If anyone wants to come at me for the soul colors or traits I choose, you can fucking back off.
Up to this point, I followed ideas I found online but I realized,y'know what. Fuck it. This is my AU, i can make anything canon in this that I want.
That's all lol
Have fun :)
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It comes to noones surprise, but Flowey missed Maya.
Just a little bit.

.. Okay, maybe a lot.

Maybe even greatly.

It was one of the only feelings he was sure about in this whirlwind of emotions that had taken hold of him as soon as the doc gave him his new soul.

The shiny, new, transparent soul, that had immediately turned into a bright light blue once it touched his formless body and turned him into.. whatever it was he was now.

Light blue.

A passion soul for the guy who denied having any emotions for fuck knows how many resets.

He hated to admit it, but the joke was even funny to him.

Of course Gaster wasn't surprised in the slightest.

Of course Gaster had only hummed, jotted something down and that had been it.

Of course Gaster hadn't even been fazed when two cracks immediately formed in his soul, right down the middle and Flowey fell to the ground, panting.

"We carry traumatic events with us through our whole life. Why should I be surprised that your soul reacts to those events in the normal way?", was all he said, one fucking bonebrow raised in that arrogant way of his, before leaving the room, giving Flowey some time to get used to the overwhelming feeling.

Or rather, feelings. Plural.

Because Gods were there lots of them.

Sure, Flowey had never been completely void of emotions, no matter what he desperately tried to make others believe.
But they had been muted, and now, compared to the flood of feelings in his chest, they may as well have been non existent.

Missing Maya stood out at the top of that list, just above being indescribable happy. Happy about having a body again- about having a soul again!

There also was a lot of guilt and a tiny slimmer of shame for how he had acted towards Frisk in the past, but the monster skillfully ignored that part, pushing it back into the little corner it escaped from.

For the first ten or twenty minutes, he just sat on the floor, paws and leaves alike running over every surface he could find, reminding himself that yes, he had a body. He was someone again, he could feel things again, touch them, smell them!

His form kept flickering between the monster and the flower, but Flowey paid that part no mind, too busy sorting through, well, everything.

It felt like years had past in those few days where he was there but at the same time not, nothing more than a formless.. blob of magic.

When Gaster entered the lab again a few minutes later, he held a syringe up to Flowey and for the first time in a long while, he felt scared.

Which prompted a whole bunch of other questions, because now he was his own monster. He was more than just Asriels spirit and memories living on.

And apparently he was just as afraid of syringes as the dead prince.

Great.

This was gonna be fun.

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It took him three days to finally be able to intentionally keep one form for longer than ten minutes.