Don't Reset

Chapter Seven - Pure Panic

He freezes.

He begins to caress you're leg with one of his vines.

"You don't actually mean that, right?"

He sounds vicious.

You turn your head to get a better look at him.

The pure panic on his face makes your heart ache.

"You're fucking joking, right?"

Shit.

You don't respond, instead you begin gently stroking his petals.

"Don't do that again. I can handle my own battles."

He growls.

"Sure you fucking can." He rolls his eyes.

You glare at him, and he glares back.

You look away, surrendering, removing your hand from Flowey and placing it on your lap.

He represses a whimper.

He likes it when you touch him, but he hates the idea of you ever hating him, not to mention leave him.

He'd probably kill someone if that happened.

Hell, he'd probably kill someone even if you stayed with him.

"Can you ugh, shit never mind." He stutters.

You look over at him, curious. You raise an eyebrow.

"It's nothing." He looks down.

"No, no. Now I want to know."

He grunts in response. You reach over, petting his petals again.

"Come on Flowey,"  you coo.

"Ugh, just uh, keep, ugh, keep touching me." He's leaning into your hand.

You do as instructed, stroking him.

"Ooo, are you getting aroused?" You tease.

"No!"

Yes.

"I don't understand how a flower could get aroused in the first place, aren't plants asexual or something?"

He growls, "Don't ask me this shit like I know, and besides that, I'm not aroused!"

He's trying his best not to let out a moan.

"Oh, nasty attitude! Maybe we should keep going? Hm? Are we running short on time?" You begin to pull your hand away.

Vines quickly wrap around your arm, pulling you back to him.

"I'm sorry okay!? Besides we reached a save spot. Don't stop."

You laugh gently, your hand caressing him.

"Isn't this going to slow us down? Aren't you the one who wanted to get to Asgore quickly."

He mumbles against your hand, only half listening.

"More." You hear him growl quietly.

"Okay! That's enough!" You say ripping your hand away from him.

He stares at you through half lidded eyes as you stand up.

He's growling in protest.

"Okay, lets see, if we pass the puzzles quick enough we can make it to the inn. Otherwise we might have to camp out in the cold."

"Don't you know them by heart already? We hav-"

"Whelp! Better get going if we wanna make it by night!" You fast walk towards the bridge.

"You're not going to carry me?"

"You're made out of magic, just pop out every once in awhile, you know, like the weasel game!"