As a flower, Flowey had always found it difficult to get around certain areas. Snowdin's ground was freezing, Hotland's ground was rock hard, and the Core was nothing but sheets of metal. However, he knew that he would much rather travel through Hotland by walking on his roots rather than being held like this, especially when MK had gradually forgotten to keep his tail from wagging too much.
"Yo! How old are you? ...Me too! Favorite color? ...Purple? Really? I thought it was yellow! ...Because you're a yellow soul! And yellow's the coolest color! And orange! Like fire! Why do you like purple? ...I mean yeah it's pretty, but is it cool? ...I respect you! Even if you're a human!" MK continued to ramble on to himself, and that had only given Flowey an even larger headache. After all, how could he focus on their conversation when he could only hear one side of it? Even if it was all simple, it was still irritating, and by the end of their walk, all the flower could do was lie limply over the monster's tail.
"We're here! We're here!" MK exclaimed, the young monster's tail wagging in excitement. However, it stopped when he heard Flowey let out a sick groan, and that was when he finally noticed that Flowey wasn't exactly doing so well. "Yo! You okay dude?"
"What do you think?" Flowey snapped, or at least he tried to snap. He was clearly too sick to do much else, much to MK's dismay.
'Good riddance.'
"Lucy! That's mean!"
'He tried to kill us.'
"But still-!"
"Please stop talking like that. Head hurts. This hurts!" Flowey whined, MK then apologizing before looking back up at the structure they'd stopped at. Even if Flowey was sick, they'd still done it. They'd arrived at Alphys' lab, and MK was hoping and praying that the nervous scientist was still alive.
Setting the container down, MK then carefully walked to the large metal door, not knowing what to really do other than knock. On instinct, he prepared to use his head to do the knocking, but thankfully, Lucy had stopped him and used one of his new hands to knock instead, or at the very least she tried to. Instead, the door had swooshed open, revealing nothing but an ominous darkness inside.
"...Uh, what happened to the lights...?" Labs had lights, didn't they? He could've sworn they did. Either way, this didn't feel right to him, and automatically, the monster shrank away from the building, watching as the doors slid shut.
"They're off, idiot. Just go inside and turn them on," grumbled Flowey, MK then looking back at the doors with a worried expression. He was nervous, even if he didn't want to admit it. However, despite how sick he felt, Flowey was still certainly capable of insulting the young monster. "What? You can defeat some murderous brat but not walk through some dark room? How stupid even are you?"
"I'm not stupid!" MK defended, only to then puff up his cheeks as he stared at the door. Eventually deciding that he should get on with it, the monster then picked up the soul container he had and walked forward, stiffly entering the lab once the doors whooshed open once again.
Even with the container in his hand, however, the lab was quite dark, and creepy to say the least. The lights were off, With the room illuminated by nothing but the light from the door. The light, however, was quickly snuffed when the doors closed behind the monsters, causing MK to jump and try to shield himself with his tail.
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