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“Uhg *yeah* nobody likes that guy!” Fitz nods in agreement.

Undyne looks at the perfectly-timed message she received from Alphys about the same subject. Of course, she’s not going the divulge the message to Sans. After all, she knows how vital it is to keep a secret from others.

She sends a message back: “My lips are sealed. Honestly I’m surprised cuz hes REALLY good. But i trust your judgemnt, Captain!”

You can also send ❥ to not only give them the blanket but to join them to help them get warm.

Flowey had been grumpy and irritated.. nothing was really exciting up here, crammed in this flat and the sun was never shining anymore during autumn...

Not that he hated it, the leaves were beautiful and he liked to watch them fall and paint the grass red and yellow and brown... but it wasn’t like he had dreamed it to be.

Frisk - god bless their soft soul - tried their best to comfort him and make him feel welcome in a family that was more wary than welcoming still and at some evenings, he wasn’t sure, if Frisk was really asleep, when he finally dared to let his feelings out... Such as tonight. He sniffled against the glass of the window, thin trails of tears sliding down his face, as he watched the moon arch over the sky.

The icy glass against his cheek was of no comfort, just as his reflection seemed to mock him even more. He closed his eyes and slammed his forehead against the icy barrier, before something soft fluttered over him and a pair of hands a chin flopped down against the window sill.

They spared him only a short glance, but the blanket around both of them was comforting and so was watching the moon. When Frisk was quite like this, like an ocean in wait for the next storm and they let Flowey bath in their existence... those were the moments he felt he was experiencing as reality.

There was an unnerving chill in the air that set Undyne aback. The kind of chill that makes the scales on the back of her neck spike up. She widened her stance and summoned a spear in the hand swung behind her.

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The small flower woke up in a heap, unable to really pinpoint what had happened or where he even was. All Flowey knew was, that his head hurt as if a dozen, pulsing fireballs were trying to burn their way out.

He shuddered, feeling unyielding, cold surface friction beneath him, before he opened his small beady eyes, tiredly glancing around. The sight that greeted him as he uncertainly moved his head a bit was dark metal, pushing up against his yellow petals and a bit further from him, many crisscrossing thin metal bars that reminded him of the illustration of a typical birdcage that he had seen once.

Moving just a bit more made him immediately halt in anxiety as the prison he was apparently kept in, swung around with his weak pawing of the ground and caused his head to plunge into confusion and disorientation once more.

He was in the air... in a birdcage, which freely hung from the ceiling and all he was able to see was darkness... calling upon his magic wasn’t yielding any results at the moment, it was like his strength had been completely depleted. He shuddered slightly... what the hell had he gotten himself into... where... where was he even kept. And by whom?!

“What the fuck is a pog? and why do you talk like that? Here lemme fix that for yeh”

And there he goes, taking off a sandal and brandishing it like a weapon