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Well, you don’t know how you got here. For some strange reason you decided it would be a FANTASTIC idea to be in proximity of a giant mountain hole that about six or seven people have fallen into. Great job.
Before you knew it, you fell into a small bed of yellow flowers that made your allergies act up. Ignoring your stuffy nose, your attention turned to the sound of a childish voice.
“Howdy!” You turned your head towards the sound, the sight of a smiling flower greeting you. “My name’s Flowey! Flowey the Flower.”
You rolled your eyes at the name. “Wow, great name, ten out of ten, A+.” You said sarcastically. The Flower took on a very miffed look, but quickly replaced it with a friendly smile before you could dwell on it.
Flowey then went on about some monologue about SOULS and friendliness pellets and whatever. You ignored it until the last part.
“Here, try to catch them all!”
Um…no. There was no way in hell you were touching “pellets” from a talking flower. It sounded like some weird sexual act that made you immensely uncomfortable because you don’t fuck flowers.
You stepped to the side and avoided the pellets.
Flowey gave you a small smile with the slightest hint of malice.
“Hey genius, you’re supposed to CATCH them. Let’s try that again.”
It happened again, and again, until Flowey became more frustrated by each “attempt”.
“Is this a joke?!” He demanded. “Are you braindead? Run. Into. The. Bullets—Friendliness Pellets.”
Once you dodged yet again, a sinister look crawled onto his face, one that certainly didn’t belong on a cute little flower.
“yOu KnOw WhAt’S gOiNg On, DoN’t YoU?” Flowey asked, his voice taking a twisted undertone. I mean, this would actually be pretty terrifying if you didn’t already suspect he was already some kind of offender.
Before you could answer and state that you just simply didn’t want to engage in what you thought would be sexual intercourse with a flower (which was actually him trying to murder you), he cut you off.
“YoU jUsT wAnTeD tO sEe Me SuFfEr.”
Without any input from you, he surrounded you in the “pellets” with no means of escape.
“DiE.”
Your thoughts at that moment were that it was a shame that you were going to meet your untimely end by being murdered by a flower with a stupid name. It was just undignified. However, before you could think about your regrets (like wasting all of your time on AO3 reading smut and doing nothing of value with your time), a blast of fire hit Flowey, knocking him away.
“What a terrible creature, torturing such a poor, innocent youth.”
You were then greeted by the hottest fucking goat you’ve ever seen.
“Ah, do not be afraid my child.”
Fuck. You’ve known her for about five seconds and you’ve already been friendzoned. Or familyzoned? You don’t even know.