#rose-tinted

I’ve been told I’m a pessimist; I’ve been told to place rose-tinted glasses on my nose,

to be able to see the brighter sides of the world. but the people telling me, those optimists, they were born with rose-colored eyes in a rose-tinged world and they don’t understand.

my eyes are brown, almost black, and I see the truths and the lies and the dark sides of the world. they can keep their rose-tinted glasses,

continued with @lostdreemurr

Flowey dodged the blaster fire, but took one of the bones to the arm. It splintered on contact, and pinned the limb to the floor below. He shrieked in pain, eyes narrowing in a deadly glare. “Red!” It was Asriel’s voice that came from the monster’s mouth. “I can…I can feel him getting weaker.” He was hiding the fact that he could feel every attack, that it was still his body and it still hurt. “Stay determined!” Flowey snarled and fought his way back into control, maw gaping into a grin as he summoned sharpened flowers to throw at the other. He snapped the bone with his teeth, freeing himself from Red’s attack.

He pretty much assumed that Asriel would be able to feel the pain. But unfortunately, there wasn’t shit he could do about it. Not now.

“hey, kid, hang in there, ok?” he responded, as he spun out of the way of the flower attack. “dunno about determination, but i’m not about to stop fightin’. so you don’t either.” He summoned another blaster, shooting it off. Then he reached out and grabbed Flowey’s soul with blue magic, lifting him before flinging him up against the ceiling with a grunt of effort.