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he looks so pissed

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Name: Flowey / Asriel Dreemurr

Age: Died at 11

Pronouns: He/they

Playlist: Link

Personality: Flowey hates the part of themselves that they become without their soul. It’s wrong, and doesn’t belong to them; it was forced there by the absence of their soul. Naturally, they are always there for others, ready with a compliment, though they have learned that constructive criticism can be just as or even more helpful, though it might hurt others’ feelings, and they love to be kind and help others out. They are empathetic, compassionate, and always motivated to help. However, though they love to believe in others, they are terrified of being taken advantage of, and others to fall to the same fate; they can be easily manipulated and gullible, in that they can be incredibly trusting, and willing to believe anything they’re told by the people they love most. So, they have developed difficulties in trusting others and opening up to them, and when they do things for others, they are careful not to go too far. They can grow incredibly anxious and paranoid about people taking advantage of them, but they always second-guess themselves and give into helping them. They are desperate to prove to others that they’re cool, edgy, rad, strong, heroic, dark, and will do anything they can to do so, though they don't like to go too far, as in reality they don't want to actually scare or hurt anyone. They try to act much more mature than they actually are, hating being treated like a child, but this always falls flat due to their general naivety about most things, and that they simply try too hard. However, they can actually be quite observant and mature, just not with the things they try to show off. They have grown a cold exterior to protect themselves and others, and encourages others to do the same, as he is scared of being vulnerable and seen as weak, and doesn’t want others to feel the same, either. After a life of being constantly berated for their weaknesses and told that if they showed weakness they would be hurt, they have adopted this philosophy, and like its predecessor, they are sure that with it, they are protecting others, and themselves. They are trying to slowly learn from Felix to break out of this habit, and that things like crying, being childish, being cute, and being sensitive aren’t bad, but it’s difficult for them to accept. They see themselves as having to be strong and brave for their friends, and as a result can be insecure about their fear, and try to push past it when faced with something scary so that they can help their friends, even if they’re terrified they will try to put on a brave face. To some, they can come off as quite sarcastic and harsh, due to their rough exterior that they’re desperate to impress others with, and their dislike for “baby” behavior. But what they hate most is when all people do is feel sorry for themselves, are submissive, and apologize constantly, which all only remind them of themselves, which they’re incredibly insecure about. They’re sure that, by hammering out these qualities, they’re helping others.

Habits: Biting their lip, biting their leaf, their petals drooping, brushing over their petals, grabbing onto their petals, rolling their eyes, whistling.

Likes: Being looked up to, being cool, being trusted, having friends, being edgy, having emotions, being motivated, helping others, being a hero, being independent, cool things, power battles, protecting Felix, playing, having fun.

Dislikes: Pity parties, people whining about themselves, being too scary, crying, being sensitive, being vulnerable, being gullible, being treated as a kid, Felix being taken advantage of, anything bad happening to Felix, being a baby, getting scared.

Hobbies: Drawing.

Fears: Losing his soul and his empathy again, being taken advantage of, hurting someone, losing someone they care about.

Relationships: Felix Gallagher, best friend - Flowey is extremely thankful for what Felix has done for them despite his past with them, and has been trying to learn from his kindness, while at the same time they’ve been trying to be a mentor and guide of sorts to Felix as well. They are rarely ever apart, and Flowey sees himself as a protector of Felix. Ryan Gallagher, friend? - Ryan is Felix’s brother, they should cut him more slack. But at the same time, he’s never liked the guy, and even worse, he’s so much more annoying and off-putting. Everything he does reminds him of his old self, and he constantly feels the need to second-guess him and protect Felix from him. Oisin Kelly, friend - Flowey is extremely thankful that Oisin has kept him and Felix in hiding for so long, and looked after them. He admires kitty spirit and determination, as well as kitty baking and cake decorating talent, and he feels he has a lot to learn from bow. Toriel Dreemurr, mother - He hasn’t seen his mother in a long time, not since he joined Felix. He misses her a lot, wishing that he could somehow go back and apologize to her for everything he did, even if he doesn’t want to admit it to anyone else. Asgore Dreemurr, father - He hasn’t seen his father in a long time, either, like his mother, not since he joined Felix. Like with his mother, he misses him a lot, wishing that he could somehow go back and apologize to him for everything he did, even if he doesn’t want to admit it to anyone else. However, he was always more of a momma’s boy. Chara Dreemurr, sibling - Flowey has mixed feelings on Chara, but has missed them immensely. Thankfully, Felix shared with him Chara’s soul so that he was no longer soulless, and with it, he’s able to see and interact with Chara. He still looks up to them, no matter how much they don’t want them to, even if they’ve hurt him in the past, but he won’t accept their apologies.

TW: Death, ab//se, s//ic//de

Backstory: Once upon a time, there was a King and Queen of the Underground, who loved each other very much. The rest of the Underground was slowly being built, and they still lived in Home. They had their first child, a son named Asriel, who was heir to the throne. He was their darling, their bundle of joy, and he was a momma’s boy. He was kind, sensitive, and all of the monsters babied him. Asgore was the worst offender, and earned his name as the big fluffball. When Asriel was young, and the Dreemurrs were just about to move to New Home, Asriel heard the cry of a child. A human had fallen down, a human child named Chara, who was in tears and needed help. The Dreemurrs took Chara in as their own, and Asriel considered them his sibling. They were the best of friends, the closest of siblings, and due to Asriel’s sensitive nature, to everyone else, Chara was extremely protective over him. However, Chara kept trying to make Asriel stronger, but perhaps tried a little too hard. It was a cycle of abuse that had impacted Chara, and they were going to unintentionally impact Asriel with what they had “learned”. Chara didn’t want Asriel to be such a crybaby, and Asriel accepted that it was a weakness. It made him vulnerable to the cruel outside world, and he had to show others that he wasn’t afraid. Plus, crying and sadness would never get you anywhere, and you needed to ignore it and push through it, right? As children did, they pulled pranks on each other, gave each other scares as well as laughs, and Chara had a creepy face that tended to give Asriel quite a bit of a scare, but they kept doing it. They told him it was because they wanted him to get used to it and become immune to it, so that nothing would scare him anymore. They just wanted him to be strong, it just hurt sometimes, but surely Chara, their lovely older sibling, knew best. Every monster loved and adored Chara, and wanted to show Chara how loving and accepting they could be despite them being a human, and Asriel understood it as Chara came from an awful past; even if they never liked to talk about it much, he could tell. But he always felt like he was compared to them, inferior to them, but he didn’t do much to change this, speak up, or even try his best at anything. He didn’t want to overshadow them, he wanted them to have all of the attention. They tried to help him feel better about himself, his accomplishments, and be better with others, but he would always shrink back into his shell again, and there was nothing they could do, as hard as they tried. He was always desperate to prove to Chara, the person he admired most, however, that he could be cool, dark, mature, and edgy, but he always cutely failed in doing so. Chara and Asriel both knew how much their parents, especially their dad, were struggling with keeping the Underground together, trying to figure out a way to break the Barrier. They attempted to bake a butterscotch and cinnamon pie in order to make him feel better, but accidentally used buttercups instead of butterscotch, and made him sick. Chara kept smiling, trying to show their dad that they were strong and they could still make him happy, while Asriel felt like he could only cry. Asgore told him to cheer up, and it wouldn’t be that bad. If they could both keep smiling, he was sure he would get better faster. But no matter how hard Asriel tried to be strong like his sibling, like how they would put on puppet shows for him or tell him a funny story, all he could do was cry whenever he looked at him. After all, what if his daddy died? He admitted to Chara his fears, and they told him that they were scared of that, too, but they had to be strong for dad, and they couldn’t fear anything. Thankfully, Asgore got better. But after Chara overheard a conversation between their parents, they came up with a dangerous idea. Asriel didn’t like the plan very much. Not at all, actually. Chara saw how deadly the poison was. If they could kill their bodily form, Asriel could take their soul, go through the Barrier, and to the Surface, where he would get human souls. After a tough day of being constantly reminded of their troubling past full of abuse and darkness, he knew Chara was desperate, but… he didn’t ever want them to be that desperate. But he had to do it, he had to believe in them, he couldn’t be a baby. Chara fell sick. Really sick. But they said that it wasn’t enough. They knew they were going to get better soon. So they asked Asriel for the last resort. Asriel feared the last resort. Chara’s favorite knife from their decorative knife collection. They used it to stab themselves to death. At least they didn’t make Asriel watch. Asriel took Chara’s soul from their dead body, but though it wasn’t discussed in their plan, Asriel thought it would be suitable to bury Chara where they thought they wanted to be buried. The golden flowers on the surface, beyond the Barrier. They told him to stop, that if the humans saw him then they would kill him, but he didn’t listen. They told him they didn’t want to be buried there, but he didn’t listen. He didn’t really know why he didn’t listen, he was dazed from their extremely recent death. But Chara was right. When he got to the surface, the humans saw him and immediately thought that he killed the child that he held in his arms. Chara told him to use his power to protect himself, to at least do something, that if he did nothing he would die, that he needed to get the souls for mommy and daddy but he at least still needed to be safe, but he didn’t listen. He just turned around, with a smile on his face, still carrying Chara’s body, his own full of bullets and wounds, and walked back. Where he collapsed into dust on his father’s garden of flowers. The last thing he ever heard was Chara’s voice, telling him that he couldn’t die. Until, once again in his father’s garden of flowers, he awoke. He was barely awake somewhere before, some sort of lab, but he couldn’t remember clearly. He couldn’t feel his arms or legs. He had been turned into a flower. Was it because the flower absorbed his dust and Chara’s determination? He wasn’t sure. All he was sure of was that he kept crying out for mom and dad, but nobody came. Eventually, his father, Asgore, found him crying in the garden. He explained that he was his son, even if he looked and felt and sounded so extremely… different. Asgore was so emotional, holding his flower-ified son in his hands, that had been brought back to life, crying intensely, but strangely, where Asriel would usually be crying alongside him, feeling his pain and sadness, he felt a hollow nothing. His soul wasn’t there. It was almost like he wasn’t there, either. He spent weeks with Asgore, trying to feel something, trying to search for his compassion, but it was all in vain. He was a husk, a shell of his former self, and he couldn’t take it. So, he ran away. Eventually, he found the Ruins, and thought that his mother, Toriel, of all people, would be able to make him feel whole again. Not even she could do it. He just wanted love, someone to love, somebody to love him, but nothing worked. He couldn’t feel anything. He didn’t want to live anymore, not in a world without feelings, love, or Chara. So, he killed himself. But, a primal instinct awoke in him, and he didn’t want to die anymore. And he woke up again. Like it was all a bad dream. He felt something burning inside of him… Determination. He was back in the garden. He wanted to experiment, killing himself again and again, but as long as he had the determination to live on, he would be right back there again. His “save point”. At first, he used his powers for good. He solved everyone’s problems flawlessly. Their companionship was amusing, for a while. His soullessness yet again limited the amount of joy he could gain from being good, from having friends, from being perfect and admired. He could feel nothing. Again and again, he reset, he tried, but nothing. He tried to experiment, but he found that people were strangely predictable. Almost like they were trapped in a box. In a game. And he was running out of routes and options. It was all the same people, who were all the same. At first, he was just curious, he had to see what would happen if he killed them. And as much as he couldn’t admit it, even that gave him nothing. Maybe if he got seven souls, if he became powerful, he would feel different. Two boys fell down, and at first, he had opposition. But he dealt with them. Two new monsters came along, he had never seen before, and he thought at least one of them would be interesting, yet it turned out to be the other one, the one that was easily manipulated. Strangely enough, he couldn’t bring himself to kill him. Something about Papyrus made him stick with him. Was it his naivety? The amusement of toying with him? His relentless kindness…? It frustrated him, yet it inspired him. After a few Genocides, being killed by a thing controlling something he thought he trusted, over and over again, Papyrus revealed to him that he knew, he knew about the Player, the resets, and he was done believing in them so blindly because he realized it was hurting everyone else. How could someone who understood the situation they were in, with so much power, still care so much about these predictable beings of fodder? But, Papyrus’ determination to break the cycle and convince the Player to be better inspired him, enough to join him on his journey. It was strange that, in this random skeleton of all monsters, he had finally found someone who had helped him. Flowey watched Frisk land their final blow on the skeleton, but instead of being beheaded and fading to dust like usual, he appeared to have been killed to the Player, but in reality his determination kept him alive. He stared in awe as Papyrus made it all the way to the souls, and worked up the courage to kill Frisk. Papyrus gained all of the souls and was ready to reset and talk with the Player, but unfortunately, the timeline was corrupted. Quickly, in an act of honestly unexpected kindness on Flowey’s part, Papyrus shared Frisk’s, or Chara’s, soul with Flowey, as they were transported to another universe from their dying, corrupted timeline. Finally, Flowey could feel again, and they landed in a strange universe that had a ban on creatures from other universes, essentially declaring war. Flowey found it extremely awkward that Papyrus was actually Felix, one of the human boys he killed, but of course he was quick to forgive him. They were found and taken in by Oisin, a resident of the universe they had just landed in, and have been looked after by bow since, with both Felix and Oisin helping Flowey recover.

Description

he looks so pissed

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Name: Flowey / Asriel Dreemurr

Age: Died at 11

Pronouns: He/they

Playlist: Link

Personality: Flowey hates the part of themselves that they become without their soul. It’s wrong, and doesn’t belong to them; it was forced there by the absence of their soul. Naturally, they are always there for others, ready with a compliment, though they have learned that constructive criticism can be just as or even more helpful, though it might hurt others’ feelings, and they love to be kind and help others out. They are empathetic, compassionate, and always motivated to help. However, though they love to believe in others, they are terrified of being taken advantage of, and others to fall to the same fate; they can be easily manipulated and gullible, in that they can be incredibly trusting, and willing to believe anything they’re told by the people they love most. So, they have developed difficulties in trusting others and opening up to them, and when they do things for others, they are careful not to go too far. They can grow incredibly anxious and paranoid about people taking advantage of them, but they always second-guess themselves and give into helping them. They are desperate to prove to others that they’re cool, edgy, rad, strong, heroic, dark, and will do anything they can to do so, though they don't like to go too far, as in reality they don't want to actually scare or hurt anyone. They try to act much more mature than they actually are, hating being treated like a child, but this always falls flat due to their general naivety about most things, and that they simply try too hard. However, they can actually be quite observant and mature, just not with the things they try to show off. They have grown a cold exterior to protect themselves and others, and encourages others to do the same, as he is scared of being vulnerable and seen as weak, and doesn’t want others to feel the same, either. After a life of being constantly berated for their weaknesses and told that if they showed weakness they would be hurt, they have adopted this philosophy, and like its predecessor, they are sure that with it, they are protecting others, and themselves. They are trying to slowly learn from Felix to break out of this habit, and that things like crying, being childish, being cute, and being sensitive aren’t bad, but it’s difficult for them to accept. They see themselves as having to be strong and brave for their friends, and as a result can be insecure about their fear, and try to push past it when faced with something scary so that they can help their friends, even if they’re terrified they will try to put on a brave face. To some, they can come off as quite sarcastic and harsh, due to their rough exterior that they’re desperate to impress others with, and their dislike for “baby” behavior. But what they hate most is when all people do is feel sorry for themselves, are submissive, and apologize constantly, which all only remind them of themselves, which they’re incredibly insecure about. They’re sure that, by hammering out these qualities, they’re helping others.

Habits: Biting their lip, biting their leaf, their petals drooping, brushing over their petals, grabbing onto their petals, rolling their eyes, whistling.

Likes: Being looked up to, being cool, being trusted, having friends, being edgy, having emotions, being motivated, helping others, being a hero, being independent, cool things, power battles, protecting Felix, playing, having fun.

Dislikes: Pity parties, people whining about themselves, being too scary, crying, being sensitive, being vulnerable, being gullible, being treated as a kid, Felix being taken advantage of, anything bad happening to Felix, being a baby, getting scared.

Hobbies: Drawing.

Fears: Losing his soul and his empathy again, being taken advantage of, hurting someone, losing someone they care about.

Relationships: Felix Gallagher, best friend - Flowey is extremely thankful for what Felix has done for them despite his past with them, and has been trying to learn from his kindness, while at the same time they’ve been trying to be a mentor and guide of sorts to Felix as well. They are rarely ever apart, and Flowey sees himself as a protector of Felix. Ryan Gallagher, friend? - Ryan is Felix’s brother, they should cut him more slack. But at the same time, he’s never liked the guy, and even worse, he’s so much more annoying and off-putting. Everything he does reminds him of his old self, and he constantly feels the need to second-guess him and protect Felix from him. Oisin Kelly, friend - Flowey is extremely thankful that Oisin has kept him and Felix in hiding for so long, and looked after them. He admires kitty spirit and determination, as well as kitty baking and cake decorating talent, and he feels he has a lot to learn from bow. Toriel Dreemurr, mother - He hasn’t seen his mother in a long time, not since he joined Felix. He misses her a lot, wishing that he could somehow go back and apologize to her for everything he did, even if he doesn’t want to admit it to anyone else. Asgore Dreemurr, father - He hasn’t seen his father in a long time, either, like his mother, not since he joined Felix. Like with his mother, he misses him a lot, wishing that he could somehow go back and apologize to him for everything he did, even if he doesn’t want to admit it to anyone else. However, he was always more of a momma’s boy. Chara Dreemurr, sibling - Flowey has mixed feelings on Chara, but has missed them immensely. Thankfully, Felix shared with him Chara’s soul so that he was no longer soulless, and with it, he’s able to see and interact with Chara. He still looks up to them, no matter how much they don’t want them to, even if they’ve hurt him in the past, but he won’t accept their apologies.

TW: Death, ab//se, s//ic//de

Backstory: Once upon a time, there was a King and Queen of the Underground, who loved each other very much. The rest of the Underground was slowly being built, and they still lived in Home. They had their first child, a son named Asriel, who was heir to the throne. He was their darling, their bundle of joy, and he was a momma’s boy. He was kind, sensitive, and all of the monsters babied him. Asgore was the worst offender, and earned his name as the big fluffball. When Asriel was young, and the Dreemurrs were just about to move to New Home, Asriel heard the cry of a child. A human had fallen down, a human child named Chara, who was in tears and needed help. The Dreemurrs took Chara in as their own, and Asriel considered them his sibling. They were the best of friends, the closest of siblings, and due to Asriel’s sensitive nature, to everyone else, Chara was extremely protective over him. However, Chara kept trying to make Asriel stronger, but perhaps tried a little too hard. It was a cycle of abuse that had impacted Chara, and they were going to unintentionally impact Asriel with what they had “learned”. Chara didn’t want Asriel to be such a crybaby, and Asriel accepted that it was a weakness. It made him vulnerable to the cruel outside world, and he had to show others that he wasn’t afraid. Plus, crying and sadness would never get you anywhere, and you needed to ignore it and push through it, right? As children did, they pulled pranks on each other, gave each other scares as well as laughs, and Chara had a creepy face that tended to give Asriel quite a bit of a scare, but they kept doing it. They told him it was because they wanted him to get used to it and become immune to it, so that nothing would scare him anymore. They just wanted him to be strong, it just hurt sometimes, but surely Chara, their lovely older sibling, knew best. Every monster loved and adored Chara, and wanted to show Chara how loving and accepting they could be despite them being a human, and Asriel understood it as Chara came from an awful past; even if they never liked to talk about it much, he could tell. But he always felt like he was compared to them, inferior to them, but he didn’t do much to change this, speak up, or even try his best at anything. He didn’t want to overshadow them, he wanted them to have all of the attention. They tried to help him feel better about himself, his accomplishments, and be better with others, but he would always shrink back into his shell again, and there was nothing they could do, as hard as they tried. He was always desperate to prove to Chara, the person he admired most, however, that he could be cool, dark, mature, and edgy, but he always cutely failed in doing so. Chara and Asriel both knew how much their parents, especially their dad, were struggling with keeping the Underground together, trying to figure out a way to break the Barrier. They attempted to bake a butterscotch and cinnamon pie in order to make him feel better, but accidentally used buttercups instead of butterscotch, and made him sick. Chara kept smiling, trying to show their dad that they were strong and they could still make him happy, while Asriel felt like he could only cry. Asgore told him to cheer up, and it wouldn’t be that bad. If they could both keep smiling, he was sure he would get better faster. But no matter how hard Asriel tried to be strong like his sibling, like how they would put on puppet shows for him or tell him a funny story, all he could do was cry whenever he looked at him. After all, what if his daddy died? He admitted to Chara his fears, and they told him that they were scared of that, too, but they had to be strong for dad, and they couldn’t fear anything. Thankfully, Asgore got better. But after Chara overheard a conversation between their parents, they came up with a dangerous idea. Asriel didn’t like the plan very much. Not at all, actually. Chara saw how deadly the poison was. If they could kill their bodily form, Asriel could take their soul, go through the Barrier, and to the Surface, where he would get human souls. After a tough day of being constantly reminded of their troubling past full of abuse and darkness, he knew Chara was desperate, but… he didn’t ever want them to be that desperate. But he had to do it, he had to believe in them, he couldn’t be a baby. Chara fell sick. Really sick. But they said that it wasn’t enough. They knew they were going to get better soon. So they asked Asriel for the last resort. Asriel feared the last resort. Chara’s favorite knife from their decorative knife collection. They used it to stab themselves to death. At least they didn’t make Asriel watch. Asriel took Chara’s soul from their dead body, but though it wasn’t discussed in their plan, Asriel thought it would be suitable to bury Chara where they thought they wanted to be buried. The golden flowers on the surface, beyond the Barrier. They told him to stop, that if the humans saw him then they would kill him, but he didn’t listen. They told him they didn’t want to be buried there, but he didn’t listen. He didn’t really know why he didn’t listen, he was dazed from their extremely recent death. But Chara was right. When he got to the surface, the humans saw him and immediately thought that he killed the child that he held in his arms. Chara told him to use his power to protect himself, to at least do something, that if he did nothing he would die, that he needed to get the souls for mommy and daddy but he at least still needed to be safe, but he didn’t listen. He just turned around, with a smile on his face, still carrying Chara’s body, his own full of bullets and wounds, and walked back. Where he collapsed into dust on his father’s garden of flowers. The last thing he ever heard was Chara’s voice, telling him that he couldn’t die. Until, once again in his father’s garden of flowers, he awoke. He was barely awake somewhere before, some sort of lab, but he couldn’t remember clearly. He couldn’t feel his arms or legs. He had been turned into a flower. Was it because the flower absorbed his dust and Chara’s determination? He wasn’t sure. All he was sure of was that he kept crying out for mom and dad, but nobody came. Eventually, his father, Asgore, found him crying in the garden. He explained that he was his son, even if he looked and felt and sounded so extremely… different. Asgore was so emotional, holding his flower-ified son in his hands, that had been brought back to life, crying intensely, but strangely, where Asriel would usually be crying alongside him, feeling his pain and sadness, he felt a hollow nothing. His soul wasn’t there. It was almost like he wasn’t there, either. He spent weeks with Asgore, trying to feel something, trying to search for his compassion, but it was all in vain. He was a husk, a shell of his former self, and he couldn’t take it. So, he ran away. Eventually, he found the Ruins, and thought that his mother, Toriel, of all people, would be able to make him feel whole again. Not even she could do it. He just wanted love, someone to love, somebody to love him, but nothing worked. He couldn’t feel anything. He didn’t want to live anymore, not in a world without feelings, love, or Chara. So, he killed himself. But, a primal instinct awoke in him, and he didn’t want to die anymore. And he woke up again. Like it was all a bad dream. He felt something burning inside of him… Determination. He was back in the garden. He wanted to experiment, killing himself again and again, but as long as he had the determination to live on, he would be right back there again. His “save point”. At first, he used his powers for good. He solved everyone’s problems flawlessly. Their companionship was amusing, for a while. His soullessness yet again limited the amount of joy he could gain from being good, from having friends, from being perfect and admired. He could feel nothing. Again and again, he reset, he tried, but nothing. He tried to experiment, but he found that people were strangely predictable. Almost like they were trapped in a box. In a game. And he was running out of routes and options. It was all the same people, who were all the same. At first, he was just curious, he had to see what would happen if he killed them. And as much as he couldn’t admit it, even that gave him nothing. Maybe if he got seven souls, if he became powerful, he would feel different. Two boys fell down, and at first, he had opposition. But he dealt with them. Two new monsters came along, he had never seen before, and he thought at least one of them would be interesting, yet it turned out to be the other one, the one that was easily manipulated. Strangely enough, he couldn’t bring himself to kill him. Something about Papyrus made him stick with him. Was it his naivety? The amusement of toying with him? His relentless kindness…? It frustrated him, yet it inspired him. After a few Genocides, being killed by a thing controlling something he thought he trusted, over and over again, Papyrus revealed to him that he knew, he knew about the Player, the resets, and he was done believing in them so blindly because he realized it was hurting everyone else. How could someone who understood the situation they were in, with so much power, still care so much about these predictable beings of fodder? But, Papyrus’ determination to break the cycle and convince the Player to be better inspired him, enough to join him on his journey. It was strange that, in this random skeleton of all monsters, he had finally found someone who had helped him. Flowey watched Frisk land their final blow on the skeleton, but instead of being beheaded and fading to dust like usual, he appeared to have been killed to the Player, but in reality his determination kept him alive. He stared in awe as Papyrus made it all the way to the souls, and worked up the courage to kill Frisk. Papyrus gained all of the souls and was ready to reset and talk with the Player, but unfortunately, the timeline was corrupted. Quickly, in an act of honestly unexpected kindness on Flowey’s part, Papyrus shared Frisk’s, or Chara’s, soul with Flowey, as they were transported to another universe from their dying, corrupted timeline. Finally, Flowey could feel again, and they landed in a strange universe that had a ban on creatures from other universes, essentially declaring war. Flowey found it extremely awkward that Papyrus was actually Felix, one of the human boys he killed, but of course he was quick to forgive him. They were found and taken in by Oisin, a resident of the universe they had just landed in, and have been looked after by bow since, with both Felix and Oisin helping Flowey recover.