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Welp, looks like I’m Undertale trash now.

Decided to experiment a bit with my lineart process. I think I rather like the result. It’s a subtle change, but I think it feels more loose and natural, not to mention it’s much less time-consuming.

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Minute quivers travel up the flower’s stem as that interested (read: very, very freaking creepy) smile is directed at him, making him stiffen and stare back with his own smile, albeit far more uncertain. Usually one to shove intimidation onto his face, it’s very telling that he’s unable to muster anything further than this.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Chara!”

He knows exactly what they’re talking about. In fact, he scurries to cover up his countenance solely because he knows.

The unease remains within his etched mouth, but perhaps it’s not as easy to see for the untrained eye. It’s not that he feels any less, oh no, but rather that he’s flaunting his method acting -- for the purpose of pleasing them.

Nothing will happen if he pleases them, right?

“I think a lesson in more creepy faces sounds like a wonderful idea!”

“  Of course I wouldn’t – You’re no good if you’re dead, RIGHT?  ”

( maybe, just maybe, there’s a lingering ‘good to me’ in that sentence, but it’s vague enough to stand for a variety of things – and that was how they’d aim for it to stay. )

“  It is good, isn’t it? Yours sure has turned into a great one, but I can always teach you how to make it better since I’m a  ｐｒｏｆｅｓｓｉｏｎａｌ after all!!  ”  But Chara isn’t the most pleasant tutor, it would be in Flowey’s best interest to decline. Rather, the fact they have one at all is unsettling as it is, for there had to be some reason to have it in the first place.

Alas, as quickly as their unnerving personality arises, it fades just the same. Their hug is almost warm for a fleeting moment before they fall onto their back, rolling onto their side to stare at the flower with an interested smile.

“  Fufu – Why the long face, Flowey?  ”

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Heartbreaker: Aries, Gemini, Leo, Libra, Scorpio, Aquarius

Heartbroken: Taurus, Cancer, Virgo, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Pisces

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“Can you quit that? You’re not being funny, you’re just being annoying!”

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Imagine Flowey singing 'hello' by Adele but every 'hello' is replaced with 'Howdy'

howdy, it’s me

i was wondering if after all these years you’d like to meet

to go over everything

they say that time’s supposed to heal ya

but i ain’t done much healing

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He’s always failed to understand why they find situations like this humorous. Laughing as the king is poisoned, making scary faces in even the most weighted situations -- perhaps he’s always needed to be more lighthearted and not so sensitive. He tries to imitate the mindset now, tries to place forward his own Chara-face, but sometimes it’s difficult to maintain. Because he isn’t Chara, no matter how much he may want to be.

Still, he tries to humor them as they wrap their arm around him, holding onto him, making him feel, for whatever reason, distinctly nauseous.

“Hee hee... Of course! Th-that’s right! You wouldn’t do something like that... You just have a really good creepy face!”

The flower decides not to comment about his expression being ‘cute’. If the previous royal likes something, it’s a dangerous game to play to question it.

Without his willingness, without even thinking about it, he leans into the contact, stretching his stem so it’s easier. He shouldn’t be submitting, but... Well, he owes Chara this, doesn’t he? He owes them after what he did.

O’ how the mighty fall – Two children once held up so high ( like the royalty they were ) came tumbling down from their thrones, if only because they were far too ambitious. Things could’ve gone so well once upon a time, and yet, weakness and hesitation brought upon their unfortunate circumstances. To be something so pretty despite the ugly, empty soul he held and for them to be alive but dead all the same.

How tragic, how tragic, but they laughed it off all the same with the wickedness they wore with pride.

A childish laugh erupts at how quickly he submits, shifting how they sit to flop down next to the flower and lean into him, a head of silky brown hair pressing against the top of Flowey’s head, arm wrapping around his stem in a makeshift hug.

               ( it’s tough to hug a flower, isn’t it? he might need it after all. )

“  Pffftttt – As if I’d kill you. You’re my beeeest friend, remember? Haha, your expression’s as cute as always!!  ”

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He waits patiently as they fall silent, stuttering, shrinking into themself like the miserable little kid that they are. All the while, the flower keeps his eyes on them, maintaining his toothy smile and bright eyes. His patience is, eventually, rewarded, as finally, they speak to him, voice soft.

I don’t want to kill anyone, Flowey -- but I don’t want to BE killed! ... I’m just so tired of being hurt because I care. 

A soft chuckle leaves him, unbidden; their naivety equally amuses him as it frustrates him. Why are they even still keeping up this charade? Granted, it’s impressive they’ve held on as long as Waterfall, but don’t they understand? He’s told them. He’s warned them.

Well, he’ll fix that right up!

“I’m so sorry to hear that! It sounds like you’ve been through a lot!”

The fake sympathy oozes through his words.

“But you know... There’s one way to fix that whole caring problem. You know what that is, don’t you?”

He presses up against their side, knowing full well they can’t predict it, given their lack of sight, but he makes up for it by resembling a sort of nuzzling gesture. As if he really is attempting to comfort them.

“Why put yourself through that pain when there’s a solution that can make it all go away? It’s very simple, and it doesn’t require you dying, either! Surely you know what I’m talking about.”

The absence of an aura alerted them to the fact that the flower had appeared once again, and in front of them this time, rather than in the shadows where its aura ( or, perhaps, lack of thereof ) blended in. They loathed the quiet area that they were both in ( Waterfall is the very embodiment of which they fear, how can they not loathe its existence? ) but it allowed them to smile in glee from the voice that cuts through the unwelcome silence like a knife. But the question ( and previous comment that is far more reminiscent of Chara than they’d like ) is not as welcome.

        “ i… i…’m… ”

A minute passes, silence thick as it drowns the child within the pool of their own lies and misery. Perhaps there really is no point in lying. This flower ( oddly ) has no soul, thus can’t truly be hurt, so what’s the point in lying? Their lies won’t protect anyone’s feelings this time around.

        “ … i just don’t know what to think any-         more, flowey. everyone down here         wants to get at my soul and – and they         want to KILL me… i know you said it’s          ‘kill or be killed’ down here but…         only one person hasn’t actively tried         to kill me, but i think he’s trying to get         close to me and kill me then. like a stab         in the back. i don’t want to kill anyone,          flowey – but i don’t want to BE killed!         … i’m just so tired of being hurt because         i care. ”

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The question gives him pause, making his previous distraught expression mold into something more subdued. Do you not LOVE me after all? It’s likely a play on words, but Flowey can’t help but reflect on his current situation -- on the situation that he’s never going to get out of.

No. I can’t. 

It’s probably a good thing that Chara transitions from one topic to another.

Or, perhaps, comparatively.

“No, no, no! I-it’s fine! You can, uh, hug me. If you want.”

He really doesn’t want one, honestly. He REALLY doesn’t. Especially since he knows he won’t feel anything from it.

But he really doesn’t want to give Chara ideas.

“  I was talking about you, if it makes up for anything – Do you not LOVE me after all, Flowey? That’s a shame, honestly, since I happen to LOVE you so dearly.  ”

There will always be an abundance of flowers like this one, but there is only one that talks; only one that has a face; only one with a name and attitude and can call them a creep as he does now – and oh, how that word amuses them most.  ( perhaps because it’s a bit nostalgic? should they act on it, scare him a little? a tempting thought, they always wanted to hear a flower scream! )

“  I think you’re a little affection depraved. Want a hug, buddy ol’ pal?  ”

             “  Ｏｒ  ｓｈｏｕｌｄ  Ｉ  ｍａｋｅ  ｍｙｓｅｌｆ                  ｅｖｅｎ  ｃｒｅｅｐｉｅｒ  ｆｏｒ  ｙｏｕ？  ”

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finally did my dumb relationships page. and now i’m gonna have to mAKE A VERSES PAGE. GOLLY

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A growl nearly surfaced, which Flowey just barely manages to bite back.

“You know exactly why it does!”

His eyes are glued to the frail flower within the child’s grasp. It’s not a new thing, for them to do things like this, but for whatever reason it’s far more unsettling now.

Maybe because he knows he can’t fight back.

“If you’re gonna do that, it’s a good thing you’re not touching me, you creep!”

                         @aleafen. ( ♥ FIGHT! )

“  Why does it freak you out, Flowey? Oh – I know!! It’s because you want to ask to play with me instead, right? You’re just a little jealous of this flower here, hm?  ”

And as if to mock him, they pluck another petal from the wilted flower in their grasp, all the while maintaining eye contact.  ( you lil shit. )

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Silence crawled between the two of them for what might’ve been at least two minutes before a certain flower popped back out of the ground, eyeing the blind child -- and making an ineffectual face, even though he knew very well that they could not see it. If anything, that worked to his advantage, in this situation.

“Y’know, you lying around doing nothing doesn’t prove that you’re fine.”

A forced saccharine tone laced his words as he leaned slightly over the child.

“What’s bothering you, huh?” 

Perhaps there was little point in pretending, considering his first encounter with the child happened to be one of him trying to murder them in cold blood, but who knew?

@aleafen has returned!

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                “ flowey. i know you’re there.                 you can come out. i’m fine. ”

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He loves me, he loves me not ♥

“Do you have to play that game around me? It freaks me out!”