Everything felt so cold...
...So cold...
He thought your arrival, a beginning that he never thought would have such an end, or lack thereof, was one of many. But he pushed his luck. You've almost taken inspiration.
Flowey wakes up once more from the cold feeling of death.
...He was stuck in Hell, forced to sit, watch, and experience the pain others did, all because of you. At first, you were just another fallen human, one that he could use as something more. Your SOUL was what he was after, but nowadays... it seemed that goal couldn't be achieved. And he hated that feeling. Feeling hopeless and trapped.
Trapped is the perfect word. After all, he can't escape you. Even if he were to hide away and pray to whatever God there was, you'd find him. And when you did, you'd rip every petal off his head. Slowly and painfully. Taunt and beat him down until he could barely see. Then you'd kill him. It was torture. And if he got lucky, he would be given a swift death instead.
....
I guess, to be fair, he deserved this, for HIS actions. Though if we were to say this objectively, we'd be ignoring the other MONSTERS that were given the same treatment. It stems from these genocides, the genocides of instantly killing MONSTERS. It grew boring to you. That's how it all started in the first place. Sometimes he'd ask why... sometimes he'd ask how, maybe what he could do to stop this.
But what was there to do? You knew everything by now—especially him and his little tricks. Right now, all he can do is wait for something else to happen. Something has to change eventually, right? There has to be SOMETHING.
....
You fall into the Underground, now intentionally. You landed on your feet instead of crashing into the flowerbed, and you progressed forward, never making yourself known until the first one bites the dust. You didn't have to walk far. You'd soon meet Flowey.
Poor old Flowey.
He sat there, his petals drooped, and he looked as if he was spaced out, not paying attention to anything around him. You could even hear the quiet, heavy breathing as thoughts ran through his head, over and over. The possibility of this being endless really affected him. And you knew it.
Once you stepped forward, Flowey's head lifted faster than you'd expect, flinching at your appearance. He knew what you were here for. And honestly... he couldn't stop you, even if you were only LVL 1.
"....Hh.."
Flowey tries and force a friendly smile, just like the good old days...
"...H-Howdy...! I'm..."
"...I-... you... you probably already know the answer to that..." But his smile falls short. It always did. Who knew someone like him could feel this much fear?