Y'know, he wasn't always a sentient flower. And he wasn't always...numb, inside. But now that he was? He had not alot, but enough Determination that it could reshape things. Which only stemmed curiosity. What would happen if he tried this, or did that? So many things! So many outcomes from one choice!

Of course, he once upon a timeline was Asriel, Son to the king, Asgore, and his wife Toriel. But after the death of their adopted sibling and best friend, Chara...well, here they are now. Not that it was Chara's fault. The plan should have gone flawlessly. But he didn't fight back, and thus, he perished too. Blood mixed with his dust, and...thus bloomed Flowey the flower.

In another timeline, he told Asgore it was him, Asriel, and the king had been happy. Embraced him. Welcomed him, even. But he felt...nothing. He should have felt happy, or some semblance of familial care. But he couldn't.

So he tried Toriel. Surely if anyone, she could make him feel something. She too had embraced him, but still, nothing. Alphys, of course, helped him via some experiments to figure out how he was here, what he was. Well, as expected when you had previously perished...Flowey had no SOUL, explaining the numbness.

The underground needed seven souls. Seven human souls. That could take years. But hey. Knowing him, he's already planning. He heard the stories. A monster SOUL, when given seven souls, could become a GOD. yes, a GOD. could break the barrier. Free everyone.

He's seen Toriel, how miserable she is here. How lonely she was. He found it stupid she stayed in the first place. But, oh well. Her choice. Not his problem.

That was the king's plan. But perhaps he could have a lil fun. What's the harm in it? If the human didn't have stronger Determination than him, if they even had that trait anyway, then he could undo whatever he didn't want to happen. Could save and reload. He was in control.

But hey, let's see if a human has fallen first. Time to go to the beginning of the ruins, which is easy since he can basically retreat into the ground and pop up wherever he pleases in the ruins.