“Howdy! I’m Flowey! Flower the Flower!” Flowey chirped in greeting. He was secretly plotting something… He was secretly plotting to kill you, to steal your SOUL… Which was the very culmination of your being! Flowey had a smile on his face, and seemed to be holding up a cheerful façade.

“Hmm, you’re new to the Underground, aren’t cha?” He asked, holding up a friendly, playful façade. He then attacked out of nowhere, ensnaring you in vines! “You idiot… In this world, it’s KILL or BE KILLED!” Flowey hissed as his cute smile turned into a sinister one, and his voice became scary as he attacked with painful bullets that were seeds.