" ...Eh, cliché still kills. It distracts you from the real deal. It also makes your sob story even more sympathetic, with more understanding, fewer narrow-minded people to go to your grave. But considering the reputation you have?... I– "

"–doubt it makes much of a difference. What I suggest? Mind your own business." Upon meeting... "Flowey"... the first thing you noticed was his changed appearance, like a new universe entirely. But you knew your answers would be, pretty much, left unanswered, of course, unless he felt like telling you. That aside, he burrowed into the ground after gesturing his head down the ruined arch, leading to the empty Ruins. It was different this time around, vines sticking out and wrapping around every crevice.

... With time, you two kinda got along. As in, this "Flowey" tolerated your precense. This, alongside your exploration of the Ruins, and further beyond, it looked like Flowey had taken over. The MONSTERS that were there to attack you? Mostly gone. Either that, or they were corrupted... but at least they were unable to move or, really, do anything. While walking past these creatures, the talk between you two turned from small talk to banter, to conversation, to getting to know each other, just a bit more*.

NEW HOME

Covering "Flowey's"... oddly black roots in soil, within a pot, placing him on the table as you went to check out the kitchen. He only watched you with an almost bored expression, then narrowed his eyes. What WERE you doing here anyway? Exploration was the first thing on his mind... but surely, you've come for something more than just making it to the end and moving on. He mumbled to himself at the thought. Moving on, you were probably in there for, like, what? 5 minutes?

"...What are you even doing back there??" He raised his voice so that you could hear him from the kitchen... not that you needed it, he mostly did that to urge you to get going.