Although Flowey appreciated being taken seriously enough to have a job, he couldn’t shake off the nostalgia for his carefree childhood. Back then, he wandered freely, untouched by the burdens of responsibility that now weighed heavily on his petals, especially the unexpected duty of caring for his accidental children. Sometimes he thought about resetting time just to grab some extra moments of fun, but now that Frisk had that power, she wasn’t about to alter the timeline for a laugh.

As he stood there, contemplating the fleeting nature of time, Flowey gently tapped the papers nestled between his leaves, aligning them carefully with a soft rustle.