#//rip cherlet

[fcllenflowers]

“It is pretty late at night for a visit.”

*Flowey’s words seem to have a thin echo, barely noticeable despite the human’s heightened sense of hearing. They stand at the door expectantly, hand resting on their exposed thigh. The scar over its length is a monument for both individuals, though they’d experienced its acquiring very differently; Steel in agony strong enough to fire up their insides and Narcissus safe in his pot, away from the battlefield. Still, it bonded them together, that past. Narcissus often thought it was some perverted sentiment that kept the human from ripping him straight out of his soil. Others he thought his human simply did not care enough to pay the consequences.

*Steel’s breath broke the silence. It was a long, deep inhalation and a quick, muffled sigh. Scratchy voice was heard alongside their first few, quiet footsteps into the room.

“I have a proposal.”

*They gently closed the door behind them, despite their knowing that it was just them and Flowey in the apartment. Crimson was at work. This was a great opportunity to talk.

“Do you remember my friend, that brought that cat in with me the other day? Margot?”

*They paused, despite being well aware of the fact Narcissus would remember Prince. Narcissus rarely forgot a face; it had to be something related to his monstrous nature.

“Charlotte’s brother. He had this idea and he might need your help.”

*They paused again to make a quick half-run to the window and pull the blinds closed. The room was full of carbon dioxide and they knew they couldn’t stay long like that. A plant as big as Narcissus produced a lot of fumes at night and Steel sometimes thought these weren’t normal fumes at all. Perhaps because he’d mentioned being born in a lab. Despite that thought, they continued in the same monotone, raspy voice.

“He’s got some science plan or whatever. It involves ripping someone’s soul out. He says he’ll give you something in reward if you do it. I’m not sure what it is. But I’ll give you his number so you can ask.”

*Of course they’d have to play dumb about that. Their deadpan expression made it hard to tell they were lying to his face, even for Narcissus. But if Steel repeated the lie Prince was supposed to say; the promise that they’d give him a whole RED SOUL, Narci definitely wouldn’t buy it. Because he’d have to secretly agree with Prince to get that kind of soul. If Steel found out, the natural thing to do would be to disagree; with a DETERMINATION soul he could rival their amounts of DT and probably surpass them too. That wouldn’t do.

*After a small gap, Narcissus’ voice broke the silence.

“That’s not a proposal at all. That is a proposition. Proposal is used to talk about a complete plan proposed to an individual to consider. What you just described sounds more like a business offer. In that case we use ‘proposition’.”

*The human seemed to disregard his rambling and casually made their way to the other side of the room, where they picked up the watering dish and scooped some fertilizer out of a big, green bag. They let Flowey soak in his thoughts first. They knew he wouldn’t agree to anything that’d contain a high risk for, unlike them; he was a coward.

“Either way that’s not my point. My point is Charlotte talks too much.”

*Steel begun again, turning around with the dish and heading towards the pot in slow steps, careful not to spill a single drop of soil on Narci’s carpet.

“Talks too much and plants ideas in his head. Shit ‘bout lockin’ me up, maybe, maybe therapy even. The other day I overheard him talkin’ to her about us again, ‘bout how he wishes he could just leave here and go live with her. And we can’t have that. For a plenty of reasons.”

*They lifted the dish over Narcissus’ soil and carefully started spilling the fertilizer around, making sure to keep it perfectly neat.

“For one, because Crimson is where we put the Chara. And as we learned the other day, what we thought was dead is apparently just hibernating inside of him. Maybe he’s a demon, or possessed, but if that shit starts goin’ ‘round you an’ I we’re both screwed, friend.”

*Narcissus didn’t seem to want to respond to that, but they could see the small frown on his pollen. He was thinking about it, they knew he was. It encouraged them to continue. They emptied the dish’s contents and made sure to wipe the round of his pot with their sleeve before placing the dish back where it belonged and sealing the bag tight.

“Anyway, I dun’ wanna bother you too much. I’m gon’ text you Prince’s number but it’s kinda up to you to join anyway, right? Ain’t gon’ tell you what to do.”