"I doubt it makes much of a difference. What I suggest? Mind your own business." — FL0W3Y

You had SO many questions, but you knew your answers would be left unanswered. He burrowed into the ground after gesturing his head down the ruined arch, leading to the empty Ruins ahead. It was different this time around, vines sticking out and wrapping around every crevice. That only makes you wonder further.   ...

With time, you two got along. Kind of. This "Flowey" tolerated your presence on this journey, but kept up a conversation nonetheless. That was just one thing; the MONSTERS that were there to attack you? Mostly gone. If they weren't gone, they'd be "corrupted," as "Flowey" describes their state. Not able to move, not able to think; just a husk, holding EXP that drained every second of their existence... if you could even call it that.

While walking past these frozen creatures, the talk between you two turned from small talk to banter, to conversation... and well, let's say you got to know each other, just a bit more.  

NEW HOME

Covering "Flowey's"... oddly black roots in the pot's soil, you placed him on the table as you went to check out the kitchen, where Toriel was supposed to be. He watched you with an almost bored expression, then narrowed his eyes. What WERE you doing here anyway? Sure, 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.   "...What are you even doing back there??" Look, as patient as he is, it's been five minutes. Taking into consideration that, y'know, Toriel's kitchen is not even half the size of a small bedroom, you were either stupidly invested or spacing out.