#/the secret to writing flowey is for him to clarify every 4 - 5 seconds that the latter is an idiot and thats it

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BRAT •:

“Do you think I wouldn’t agree to that?” Marilyn slights, head cocking at the plant with an expression like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I don’t want to be stuck with you any longer than I have to! And quit whining!”

The child leans down, using her free hand to pry one of her bleached sneakers off. She sets the shoe down, cups her hand, and pulls up some soil from the ground—dunking the stuff into prev. mentioned object.

“There,” Marilyn plunks Flowey, not all too gently, into the sneaker, then taking off the other one (for balance, you know) and picking him up.

“Alright, now where do we go?”

EGGSMUSES •:

#ﾞ ꜰ ——— ❝ 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 . Straight ahead . ❞ Flowey grimaces as he squirms in the boot , attempting to make this hell - ish purgatory more comfortable for himself ( it doesn’t work ) . ��� Just keep going forward and I’ll tell you if you’re going the wrong way . Like an idiot . ❞

A new vine sprouts out –- a smaller one with a leaf on the end –- Flowey poking forward &&. wiggling the new arm to gesture before the two . ❝ Oh thank Asgore , I still have SOME hands for this . ❞ Albeit , a baby .

There’s some silence between the two before Flowey takes a deep inhale , ❝ Y’know , I’m not sure if Toriel is home . Someone you NEED to avoid if you want to get through here without being locked up with no escape ! If I wasn’t in . This . SHOE then MAYBE I could have scouted ahead for you . But I can’t ! So we just have to pray the old lady is catching snails right now . ❞

He is staring . He is having murderous thoughts .