[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]

... I can't believe you just asked me that.

"Do flowers even have moms?"

You're too easy. I can't do it. I'd start feeling bad.

[moonfang]

Well?

[he gives Flowey a withering glare]

Do they have moms, Flowey the flower?

[despite the actual words being ridiculous, he sounds stupidly intimidating]

[wilt]

[ Luckily, Flowey doesn't wither any. He starts cackling so hard he's grateful he doesn't have lungs. ]

Do you have a mother? You look like yours jumped ship once she realized she had a demon baby.

[moonfang]

I don't.

[suddenly, there is a rather large sword in Flowey's face]

Do you already have a contract with the Ringmaster, pansy?

[wilt]

[ Ring of bullets, right behind him! ]

Sure do, you double-scoop vanilla ice cream cone.

[moonfang]

[go ahead and fire your little friendliness pellets, flower. He fears no pellets.]

Well ain't that a shame. You sure would look nice in a vase in my window.

[wilt]

And you'd look nice as a snowman, but it's not snowing and we can't have everything we want.

[ The bullets don't go until the sword does, buddy. ]

[moonfang]

[what the hell Flowey, what does that even mean. Is it supposed to be a burn against his skin color????

But, he puts the sword away. A flower is not a threat to him, annoying though it may be]

I don't even know why I wasted my time with this.

[wilt]

[ The pellets go away, as soon as the sword does. ]

I don't either, buddy!

[moonfang]

You insulted me, idiot. [he shakes his head and turns to leave] ... By the way, if you do that to guests? You really might end up in a vase, or as part of a flower crown on the Ringmaster's head. Just some friendly advice, pansy.

[wilt]

Of course I don't intend to do it to guests! That'd just make me lose my job extra-fast.

Co-workers are an entirely different story!