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Flowey made his way through the ruins. If he could really feel any true emotions it would likely have been the same thing he felt now regardless, he mused to himself.
Apathy.
Unending Apathy.
He’d been following Toriel around as she inspected the Ruins, watching her from a distance as he stewed over the familiar emptiness that filled him, hoping to feel something different for once as he watched her in her pathetic self-imposed exile.
What a joke.
What was the point in even resetting or reloading at this point?
There wasn’t one.
He had exhausted every attempt at finding something to entertain himself with, and with getting to the six souls being a long lost cause at this point, he had finally just decided to let things play out.
Just let things start happening again.
At least for a while.
Maybe something interesting would happen in these ‘new’ days.
This run had been pretty peaceful this far. Sure he had to reload a few saves every now and again when he’d gotten particularly frustrated, but no harm no foul.
Watching Toriel comfort a crying Wimsum she’d come across, Flowey sneered to himself at the pitiful display and dove back underground.
He made his way further into the Ruins, passing everything to reach the edge of the cavern.
He tried not to think of... them often (lies) but if he was feeling particularly bitter, he felt drawn to this place. The place he’d first met them.
The place where the golden flowers now grew.
Coming back to the cave’s surface Flowey brushed the dirt off his petals. He was still a room away from the golden flowers. Having come this far, he didn't know if he wanted to go all the way to the spot.
A shadow of true melancholy bit at him in a way he was loath to acknowledge, but even shadow emotions couldn't be dismissed when he felt so little. He leaned into the feeling, trying to grip the fleeting, ephemeral emotion.
It vanished.
He rolled his eyes.
Whatever.
He took a moment to feel the pale light on his leaves, the impossible to escape through cracks in the cavern ceiling above giving an illusion of freedom through the barrier that caged the Underground. It must have been late afternoon outside by now, the light filtering through was golden and red. The last rays of sun piercing the mountain.
Uhggg… Who needed it anyway?
Freedom was a lie, and it was pathetic how so many still clung to that hope after all this time.
He knew better.
Something would always rip it away.
Freedom.
Happiness.
What a load of rubbish.
The shuffling sound of someone walking echoed through the cave ahead jerked Flowey from his brooding. He looked around in surprise, he hadn't expected anyone to be down this end of the cavern.
The only monster living in the Ruins that ever came here was M- Toriel.
As the footsteps reached the entrance to the room Flowey sat waiting in, a confused face with a head of messy brown hair appeared around the corner.
For a moment Flowey felt frozen, the face he saw triggering something deep inside him.
Cha-
No!
That wasn’t them!
After that first moment of shock passed, he started to see the differences.
The hair was darker. Messier than they would ever allow.
Skin less rosy, face rounder.
This wasn’t them.
But he knew what it was.
A human.
Not just any human.
The seventh human soul needed.
It was all he could do to keep his face immediately twisting into a manic grin.
Well well well…
Looks like things could get interesting again after all.