“Well, howdy there!” A talking golden flower that shined brightly against the starlight spoke, despite having no face. “I’m Asriel’s best friend, he calls me Flowey.” Flowey explained. “You must’ve travelled a long way to get to this planet. Maybe you should rest.” Flowey seemed to have genuine advice, as was rather chipper and friendly, though he could be rather vain at times, and insecure about things.

The Golden Flower was always well taken care of by Asriel, and was Asriel’s very best friend. The two cared deeply about each other, and were always there for each other.