•You approach a beaten Flowey and Frisk.
"Go on. Do it."
•You say hello to Flowey.
Howdy. Didn't see you there. I'm Flowey. Flowey the flower.
...
...
Why'd ya have to make me do the introductions? Don't pretend you don't know who I am.
•You ask WHAT he is.
I'm a flower. A buttercup, to be exact. But really?
•You ask, but really what?
My REAL name is Asriel Dreemurr, son of Asgore Dreemurr, king of monsters. Which makes me a prince.
...
At least, that was my previous life. My current life is probably going to end, now, too. My petals are shredded. They would probably grow back- IF I continued to live after this. The SOULs revolted. Simple as that. I'm dead. Simple as that. Nothing to do but let them kill me.
Simple...
As....
That.....
...
........
..................
..................................?
They pressed Mercy.
"What? If you spare me, I'll come back."
Mercy.
"I'll kill EVERYONE you love."
MERCY.
"EVERYONE you care about."
MERCY.
"I... I don't understand...?"
MERCY.
"I don't understand..."
-Flowey ran away.
•You ask why Flowey why he ran away.
They sparred me. After I did so much to them. Hurt them so much.
•You ask Flowey how he ended up like this.
How did I end up like this? Let's go back...
