FLORA

               tired ,   sick of picking up her pieces .    sick of her meddling in spamton's affairs .    FURIOUS with her last words to him .    in the instant back was turned ,   roots lift to trip    —    hook around the front of ankles   &&.   wrap them up like a prisoner bound .    dragging her towards him ,   his voice BOOMING ,   echoing off the walls .

                                ❛     YOU'RE SO READY FOR DEATH ,   ABSOLUTELY   SMITTEN   WITH THE END  ;     YOU'RE TOO GOOD TO GET CUT OUT OF THE PICTURE  .  ❜

                                ❛     IT'S YOUR FUCKIN' NIGHTMARE ,   MOLLY .    NO MORE CONTROL ,   NO MORE   TRYING YOUR BEST .    IT'S     M Y    T U R N .     ❜

               that wicked laugh cackles free in a cacophony of rage ,   vines moving ,   whipping across her form to bind her like a marionette ,   earth opening up below to swallow her whole .    no more wearing a mask ,   saying she's alright .    no more socializing . 

               the devil's revolt ,   familiar face churning with disgust ,   dissonant from seething hatred .    it devastated him ,   made his head ache   ;      had he wronged chara ?   kris ?   whatever they went by now ?   he had only wanted confirmation of who was what ,   if identity remained .    vines churn from earth ,   grab at his head ,   black viscous tar seeping from grit maw .

                                ❛     i don't know ,   I DON'T KNOW !   stop hammering your  stupid   questions into my skull ,   kris .     ❜

               thorns spike out ,   flex upon roots ,   even as one lashes to threaten the other to step away from his planted form .    he was losing himself ,   waging war against his last shred of humanity ,   clinging to that affection he held for a fallen friend .    something twitched ,   bent out of shape    —    in an instant a thorny vine was wrapped around kris's neck ,   throwing their full weight to the floor ,   flowey moving smack dab in front of their fallen face to now scream at them .

the tale old as time where monsters and humans shook hands in an act of treaty to live amongst one another was one she heard many times; and idealized end to something oh so long & stressful for both parties.

the idealic future was paved ahead, but weren’t there some remnants of the past that some buried and were grim reminders of what was worse to come? oh for sure, but they seemed to ignore some of those… that was until a voice piped up.

she heard of something ( … someone ? ) down below and thought it was some sort of lost person or something else, but to be greeted with the flower who known her name without a single word towards him? … it made her stiffen her posture a bit as she eyed the plant.

“ … excuse me for soundin’ rude but … i haven’t seen … petal? or any sorta signs of you- but okay guess y’know my name. ” has word actually travelled about herself? sheesh, what an uncomfortable thought…

“ nothin’s botherin’ me just here to check what was the source of all that noises and well… answer solved. just y’mind your business, bud.” she flatly replied as she looked around… was that it? just a plant?

talk about the world’s easiest task as she wanted to turn heel, but the sole fact that he knew her name just … irked her. like too much to leave it aside.

“ … we’re not pals. i ain’t buddy buddy with strangers.”

                                ❛     golly ,   you sure are tough as nails .     ❜

               leaves raises   &&.   flatten out ,   a sign exhausted to the air as flowey allows molly's little snippit of   ' minding business '   &&.   ' respecting boundaries ' .    previously fixated eyes close ,   open   &&.   scour the floor ,   seemingly humbled by what clearly had been forcefully assumed as friendly coercion .

                                ❛     fine then ,   guess it should've been   obvious   by your past trauma that asserting friendship right off the bat would've been   so cruel !    howdy ,   molly !    i'm  FLOWEY ,   flowey the flower .    you don't know me ,   but i   sure know you .      ❜

               he lets that threat dangle in the air for a while longer ,   only to pop the tension with a sudden excerpt .       ❛     mister spamton talks about you   ALL   the time !    ❜

                                ❛     what's with that   look ?    should i have said so   sooner ?    oopsie !     ❜

               silence ,   a purger's greatest ally when confiscating poetry off a page ,   for when capitalism reached its virtuous glory   &&.   collapsed under market price .     such was the glorified sensation of trumpeting quiet disturbed by the sound of footsteps .    it was odd for someone to be traveling back to the farthest reach of the underground ,   the depths shrouded so far from the barrier .

               left behind ,   left to rot after all escaped ,   it was   ' pleasant '   to know how he still remained  ;    how he was trapped for eternity down below where no one would ever hear him again .    such was the life of this formidable timeline ,   of the tale where frisk refused to   RESET ,   yet could not   SAVE   him .    teetering prints ,   an unbalanced weight tromps closer to the golden flower patch ,   its lone successor slowly turning to view the newcomer .

               now  just because  he was contained  didn't mean  he didn't know of the different realities ,   of the stretching fabrics of his design rooting through all universes .    flowey couldn't help but allow a grin to fester as that puppet's significant other traversed into his lair ,   a crooked vine unearthing simply to cup his chin ,   lay it upon it like a palm .    oh the  IRONY .    he knew just how fragile she seemed to be as of recent ,   so just why did she risk it all to come see HIM of all people ?

                                ❛     howdy  there ,   molly !    gee ,   never took you for the type to   come back to your roots .     ❜         after all ,   his world  came before the existence of her entire universe .    a snort brushes off the lackluster snap in snark ,   the flower triumphantly leaning into his vine's perch .

                                ❛     been   awful quiet   down here ever since the monsters found peace alongside the humans .    of course ,   you never experienced what our sob story prologued   –—–   humans   &&.   monsters made a treaty after the war ,   right ?    as if nothing   eeeever   happened .     ❜

               beady eyes rummage across her form ,   watch her misguided body language ,   how her physique screams of uncertainty ,   plagued down by rotting mentality .    a brow lifts ,   guised with a smatter of concern smeared across his pistil .   up rises his head from its amused rest ,   flowey taking his opportunity to fester in someone else's space .    he doesn't move ,   vine slithering back underground ,   earth settling as he dismisses the regard for molly's personal bubble .

               he doesn't need to invade physically   ;       all he needs is a few choice words   &&.   a discomforting stare to make her skin crawl .

“TRUST ME, I KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU!” At least, a version of him. This world was unfortunate enough to have a certain… darkness around it. Darkness that can’t be pierced, even by his sight. No doubt thanks to Him and his nebulous grip over this world. All would be revealed in time, of course, but it didn’t make it any less annoying to have a disadvantage.

Where was he again? Right! Dealing with the weed!

It made sense, looking back at it. How else did all those roots get back there in the basement anyways? No doubt he had his vines tangled up in the other Dark Worlds as well. He wouldn’t settle for less. Bill certainly wouldn’t either!

“LIKE HOW NEITHER OF THOSE ARE YOUR REAL NAME! HOW YOUR BUTTERCUP BODY IS POISONOUS IF EATEN! HOW BEING SOULESS LEAVES YOUR LIFE UNFUFILLING EVEN THOUGH YOU TRY TO GET THE MOST OUT OF IT!” Therein lied a key difference between the two. Even if Bill was a twisted, capricious demon, he still had some semblance of a soul.

“BUT I’M GETTING OFF TOPIC! POINT IS YOUR CLAIM ON SLICK IS OUTDATTED! YOU LEAVE HIM IN THE TRASH AND THAT’S BASICALLY THE SAME AS PUTTING HIM UP FOR GRABS! ITS NOT MY FAULT YOU WERE TOO SLOW ON THE DRAW THIS TIME! NOW WHY DON’T YOU GO PLAY IN THE BATTERY ACID FOR AWHILE AND WE CAN CALL IT A DAY!”

               both entities kept their distance ,   metaphorical dirt thrown to either party as harsh words were hashed .    seemed neither one were too pleased to hear of the other messing with spamton .    there's a silence as flowey ruminates on his thoughts ,   was this really worth all the trouble ?   all it'd bring is one last hurrah before the puppet tried to cut his strings .    there's a moment to ponder ,   only for that root to offer out to bill , a deal struck up in hindsight .

                                ❛     tell you what ,   buddy !   i'll make this my last meddling streak with puppet boy ,   alright ?   one last tussle before i call it quits  &&.  pass him fully to you .  ❜

               flowey didn't see the worth in further angering someone he deemed his equal ,   especially not when they had somewhat similar tactics for corralling their favored   ' friends ' .    his smile comes genuinely ,   leaf  &&.  vine wagging once to offer his alleged hand a second time in case bill neglected the first chance .

                                ❛     i'm serious here ,   bill .     no qualms ,   catches ,   or loopholes .     jus' lemme throw him around  one last time  &&.  he's allllllllllll yours !   ❜

Tagged by: @bravefists​  ( tagged me under @skeletrousle​​ )

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