[your best friend] intensifies (open)

[wilt]

Who: Flowey and YOU!
When: B1: D1-6!
Where: Outside of his festive Children's Entertainment Booth!
What: Just you and Flowey, meeting each other and making friends!
Warnings: Flowey is (SPOILER) not nice.


[ Back here, after signing his contract, Flowey’s gone and raided the performer’s storage (which he had to burrow to find over and over again). He’s made dozens of balloon animals. Perhaps in one of his years resetting, he did it to stave off boredom. How he does it with no arms, absolutely no one can guess. “HOWDY! - ｆｌｏｗｅｙ” Is written on each and every indistinguishable bipedal animal that could resemble an annoying dog and he’s handing them out with a happy greeting! ]

“Howdy! You’re not the ugliest person on the planet, but you better hope he doesn’t die! Nice to meet you!”

“Howdy! You look like a mistake only the chaos of the universe could make, pleased to make your acquaintance!”

“Howdy! You’re kind of like Rapunzel, but instead of letting your hair down, you’re letting everyone down in your life! It’s so good to make new friends!”

“Howdy! I’m Flowey. Flowey the Flower! I’m an experiment gone wrong and I’m still less of a mistake than you! Have a nice day, happy to finally say hello!”

[ Do you… come up and get your custom insult?

Or do you defend the honor of someone he just insulted? ]

Comments

[wilt]

Hahahahaha! You sure are, buddy. But don't let it get you down! Or so excited I have to call the rest of security! Because I'm security and I don't think I have it in me to punish you!

[criticallyfucked]

You should.

[Foster's tone goes from desperately, terribly excited to.... something very strange, and very frightening. It's not really a threat.]

You should.

[His tone gets more intense, more emphatic.]

You should punish me, you should punish me, you should--you should be more than willing to do that much! To punish failure, to erase mistakes!

[wilt]

[ Flowey is leaning away... like far away, he's pushing back the curtain of his stall to get away. He's...

...

He's learned disgust?! Already? IT HASN'T BEEN AN HOUR-- ]

THAT'S NASTY, AND I WOULD ONLY DO IT TO SOMEONE WHO DIDN'T WANT IT! THE NORMAL WAY!

[criticallyfucked]

[Foster is simultaneously frustrated and relieved--his tone shifts, abruptly. Turning cold.

Desperation, disgust--yes, that feeling is mutual.]

And why does that make a difference?! No--if that's how you feel, why say it at all?!

[He's lying down entirely now, two-inch claws curled ominously close to Flowey's stem--although that may just be a side effect of his posture, it's probably a lot more noticeable with Foster's change of tone.]

1/2

[wilt]

Oh, you're threatening me? For sparing you? That's what's happening? Because I thought you were being gross?

Ha ha ha.

You IDIOT.

[wilt]

[ For the audacity of putting his claws near Flowey's stem, a clicking noise swirls up around him as a circle of friendliness pellets bullets back him up and he starts to fling them Foster's way. Thank god he already knows Antagonism, or he'd be learning yet another feeling in this thread. ]

[criticallyfucked]

[Actually.... yes. That is exactly what he's doing.

And he is an idiot!

The kind of idiot who knows exactly how worthless and gross he is--and expects others to reciprocate.

If they don't--

Well, that's someone else's problem. Foster being on the ground like he is, Flowey's pellets strike him pretty easily--one in the face, another grazing the side of his neck. They dissipate once they've hit, of course, so he's left to bleed freely while the others bury themselves in the dirt, producing clods of mud and soil when they do.

And he's--

Laughing?

He's laughing. Openly. Elatedly.]

Yes. Yes! That's it--!

[wilt]

[ Flowey is beneath his booth, looking a bit concerned that he gave in to his goading, but at the same time he's so disgusting. Gross. Vile. He has that feeling now to cling to and gag on as he...

Slides down a bit further and starts flinging bullets over in an arc, hoping they'll hit this guy but he doesn't have to look at it. ]

[tacosgay]

[Those bullets are swept out of the air by another magic-- from somewhere nearby, Taako has cast Gust of Wind. He cuts it off fairly quickly, and then steps in with a tired sigh.

He pointedly steps on Foster, rather roughly.]

Okay, uh, listen-- what's... going on here?

[wilt]

I'm a flower and in some ways a kid and he started acting all 'punish me, please' around me.

[ That's literally all he has to say. ]

[tacosgay]

[Taako... makes a face, and he glances down at Foster, pushing down a bit more on his heel.]

Oookay. Just, uh, let me head this off by saying that he didn't... uuuh, mean it nearly the way you probably thought he did. That's just kind of how he is.

[He leans over to get a look at Flowey, furrowing his brow.]

You should probably just ignore him. Uh... did you say you're a flower?

[wilt]

Do I look like a human? Of course I'm a flower!

[ He only pointed it out because what kind of dude asks a flower to punish him? Flowey doesn't even know the uh, the disgusting context behind it besides the fact that he was acting gross. ]

How do I stop him from doing that next time?

[criticallyfucked]

[Foster shuts up immediately when he feels that boot in his back; Taako's voice reveals who's in control.

And the fact that it is Taako--someone from whom he knows the gesture is deliberate--keeps him that way. Silent. He doesn't argue, doesn't interrupt or protest in the slightest.

He does, however, reach up just as Taako's heel grinds down, interrupting him in the process of investigating the sharp pain and surrounding soreness where that pellet struck his face. He can feel the open air against it, the blood running down his jaw. He sucks his breath in through his teeth, shuddering slightly at the combined effect of Taako's boot pressing into his spine and the contact of a curved claw to his open wound.

But isn't that exactly the point?

Flowey doesn't know how lucky he is, for Taako to have shown up exactly when he did--]

[tacosgay]

Listen, if you're into the whole "picking on people to get a rise out of them" thing, you've chosen entirely the wrong target, my floral friend. You need to just look elsewhere.

[Taako removes his boot from Foster's back, and he reaches down to help yank him back upright, hoping to escort him somewhere away from children before he remembers how to speak.]

Foster here is, uh... he's not... mmmmmmmmm. [How to word it.] He's not great at the whole "not being a complete nightmare to talk to" thing.

[wilt]

Oh, so he's a--

[ --freak, but he realizes that might give Foster a rise to be insulted again, andddd Flowey is but a flower. ]

He's a... unique... guy. [ The disgust is written all over his face. ] Can you take him away from here? So he can, uh...

... learn some valuable self esteem lessons and reaffirmation.

[criticallyfucked]

[Taako takes Foster by the arm and yanks him upright just fine--Foster is absolutely biddable right now. The problem is he's also literally starved and therefore hypoglycemic as fuck.

The transition between horizontal and vertical is abrupt, and his vision hazes and blacks out almost immediately, his heart rate spiking and, somewhat disconnectedly, stomach cramping up.

But all he says is:]

Oh.

[Then he falls.]

[tacosgay]

-- shit--

[Taako catches him quickly, mostly on reflex; Foster is so thin that he's not exactly hard to haul back up, and Taako holds him up, bracing most of Foster's weight onto his own shoulder and side.]

Okay, uh, why don't I just see this guy back to his trailer, and you go back to doing... whatever it is you're doing here, and we all just forget about this little incident?

[wilt]

Forgetting, forgotten, it never happened.

[ He doesn't even raise his head above the booth to look, the grossness is still too easy of an emotion to indulge in that he'll be wearing it on his nonexistant shoulder and thinking up better disses he could have done at the time. ]