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There’s a pot in their hands.
“...No.” Even as a flower, Flowey isn’t much smaller than Frisk; the child is still short. He still has to look up anyway. “No, no, don’t you dare, Frisk, I’ll kill you, I’ll tear you apart, I’ll tear everyone you love to shreds-- back off!”
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Flowey the Flower sees the sun for the first time.