“H-Howdy…! I’m Flowey… Flowey the Flower…” Flowey, who had ripped petals, timidly greeted you. “P-Please…” He sobbed. “Please don’t hurt me…” Flowey pleaded as he cried. He then regained his composure. “The Underground is a dreary place.” Flowey commented.

“They all say it’s ‘Kill or be Killed’ around here...” The beaten-up, talking flower said. “I don’t know how much more I can take…!” He was clearly seen as a punching bag for the monsters in The Ruins aside from Toriel, who was a paranoid insomniac, and left him alone. “I-I can help you, if you take me with you…” Flowey said, looking at you. “I’ll be your best friend, until the end… We can be… Friends, forever.” The little Golden Flower in the boot promised.