“Howdy there!” A flower greets you in a southern accent as it looks up at you, swaying from side to side, it’s golden petals following the movements. There was something eerie about the flower, despite its wide grin. You decide to brush off the feeling for now.

“I’m Flowey. Flowey the flower!” It continues, the black gaping holes that served as eyes on its white pistil staring into the murky depths of your inner soul. It was a little frightening… just a tad.