Run at the Friendliness Pellets!!

A bit more than just unhappy though, because dang, those things… Hurt! She oughta… At least teach him a lesson… Not be mad but…!!!!

She was a little mad.

“Do you even KNOW what you’re doing right now, girly?” Ugh, that hurt bad, he could feel pain, at least -- But he shakes, his head, tsking. He’s not up to this kind of challenge, not now.

“I--I. Fine. You win this round, bucko.”

“I’ve never been here before, you’re right,” she felt inexplicably uneasy regarding his tone. Temptation to use telepathy was rather strong, but she decided to trust him a little at least. “If by that y’mean a tour, I’d be glad to accept.” She paused.

“A tour? No. In this world, it’s KILL OR BE KILLED!”

Now this is a new face.

She’s met her share of blondes, but not this one. Which comes as a very subtle surprise actually. Ana blinks, a confused expression on her face in response at his expectant grin, though it quickly changes to a much friendlier look.

Of course, the grin is obvious on his face. A new human down here, eh? Well, well, well.

Let’s see just how gullible they are!

“I’m Flowey! You’re new to the Underground, aren’tcha?” That grin seems to grow on his face. “Someone’s gotta teach you how things work around here. Guess lil’ old me will hafta do~”

* Thaaaat’s right! 

[ Darn it! Now they feel horrible. Pity should be given to the lowest, besides their former partner in crime. ]

Ugh.

“Who’s a party pooper? I’d obviously be the most fun at parties, so it’s not me.” He skips a bit forward, grinning.

“Ya have weird eyes too, though. No room to talk there.”

“I guess ya got a point there. I haven’t seen myself in a mirror in quite some time. But I still think you’re weirder.”

* … Really now?

[ Resist the urge to pull out the real knife, Chara. Yes, good child. Their grin kind of becomes slightly uncomfortable looking, what are they even doing with their life? ]

That smile was terrifying, sheesh. He does not want to fight, not at all. Especially because he’ll lose to them, like he always-- well.

“Yeah, here we go...”

Hotland, ugh. As much as Flowey didn’t like the place, well -- The resort was kind of, err, not as hot. So it’d be fine, but jeez Frisk was giggling a lot. For no reason, it seemed, either.

* Lies. Lies lies LIIIIIEEEES!

[ They took out a can of butterscotch pudding that has been hidden in their sheepskin boots for Gods know how long. ]

* They make my throat drier than Hotland! They can’t possibly be great! I mean, look at this, pudding! Butterscotch pudding, butterscotch fudge!

“Okay look just because I’m kind of a flower doesn’t mean I have shit taste, unlike one of us here.”

[ * How dare Flowey insult their glorious tastes in food! Butterscotch is the most sweetest confectionery out there and not even cinnamon can defeat the heartwarming flavor of butterscotch candy. ]

* Excuse me? Do you have any evidence for cinnamon being the superior breed of sweets?

“There’s no need for evidence when it’s something so obvious, because Butterscotch isn’t as great as Cinnamon.”