UnderCorrupt

A Brief Intermission ~ A Little Bit of Weeding

It was said that one who was Soulless felt nothing.

That was not true.

Right now, Flowey definitely felt fear. He felt a paralyzing, crushing, killing fear, that made him tremble in place, unable to do any more than watch, fearing for his life.

Before him stood the Dark Lord of the Corrupt Army.

They were not pleased.

"You said it was infallible." They hissed at him. "You said the clone would win, that even on the nonexistent chance that Sans was alive-- which he was-- that the clone was stronger!"

"M-my lord," Flowey stuttered, "a-all my sources-"

"This is your fault, Asriel. Do not try to pin the blame on others."

"Y-yes, my l-lord-"

They had been standing with their back to him, but now they whipped around and knelt down, eye level with him. "Are you- ... scared, Flowey?"

"N-no-"

"Don't lie to me."

"Y-yes, my lord. I- I'm terrified."

"Why?"

"I d-don't want to d-die."

For a moment, they just stared at him, their cold, dark eyes boring into his. Then they laughed. Flowey flinched.

"Don't worry, commander! I'm not going to kill you. You're still far too valuable."

Flowey sagged with relief.

"But, I still can't let your failure go... unpunished."

"Y-... Yes, my l- AAAGH!" Flowey screeched in pain as the Dark Lord ripped off one of his petals with a motion so fast he hardly saw it.

Fiddling with the golden petal between their forefinger and thumb, the Dark Lord laughed. "You should be thanking me, Asriel. A petal, that will grow back, but, say, an eye..." They let the threat hang unfinished in the air.

Flowey resisted the urge to rub the bare spot at approximately where his cheek would have been, if flowers had cheeks. "T-thank y-you, my l-lord."

Satisfied, the Dark Lord stood, nodding. "You can go now."

Flowey didn't hesitate to slip under the ground and flee.

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The Retrospect Arc has begun.