Flowey was munching on a cinnamon roll that he stole from Toriel’s batch of baked cinnamon-flavored goods when he spotted you. “Huh?! What’re you staring at me for?! Are you just scared of little ol’ Flowey?” He asked as he practically inhaled the cinnamon roll and then shoved another one in his mouth. “I’m actually from a different timeline. Don’t ask how I got here. I don’t recall how.” Flowey bluntly said.

“…Do you wanna offer your soul to me?” Flowey asked as he chomped on a cinnamon roll.