11-21-2018, 03:49 AM
FLOWEY
✯  karma's gonna come collect your debt
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Good. So the skeletal dog had not gone and run off. This made things so much.... EASIER! What an IDIOT! Flowey thought the most venomous thoughts, smirking and hiding his face briefly. If there was one character that stayed interesting, it would be Papyrus. No matter the RESET, he always had the most... variable character. The goat waits, noting Papyrus' apology. He seems to accept it, "Oh, no worries, my dearest friend, the great Papyrus! Golly, I just didn't want you to get hurt! You know that would leave you from being able to join the Royal Guard for a long time, friend!"
Honestly, his words would not make sense with what this monster was about to do. The goat moves forward, smiling. No, not smiling. Smirking. His crimson pupils held a dangerous glint that was absorbed by his black scleroses. He looks up, tilting his head at the dog. His voice becomes more malicious. You need to know how to defend yourself. As if your life depended on it. So, you're gonna spar me. And you're gonna fight me like your life depended on it. You know why?"
Something was wrong. The ground was cracking in the meadow. Something the flower boy knew he would have to fix. It would've felt like an earthquake. In a sense, it was just that. His smile grows, showing his black mouth, his SOULless mouth as he cackles, his head turned upward to the sky. He leaped up a rock tower, glancing at the skeletal dog. From the cracks and fissures in the earth, green water follows Flowey's commands, and air hardens bits of the green water, turning parts of the water into icy spikes. He would attempt to grasp Papyrus by these tentacles, trying to hit him with the icy spikes.
"BECAUSE IT DOES!"
Honestly, his words would not make sense with what this monster was about to do. The goat moves forward, smiling. No, not smiling. Smirking. His crimson pupils held a dangerous glint that was absorbed by his black scleroses. He looks up, tilting his head at the dog. His voice becomes more malicious. You need to know how to defend yourself. As if your life depended on it. So, you're gonna spar me. And you're gonna fight me like your life depended on it. You know why?"
Something was wrong. The ground was cracking in the meadow. Something the flower boy knew he would have to fix. It would've felt like an earthquake. In a sense, it was just that. His smile grows, showing his black mouth, his SOULless mouth as he cackles, his head turned upward to the sky. He leaped up a rock tower, glancing at the skeletal dog. From the cracks and fissures in the earth, green water follows Flowey's commands, and air hardens bits of the green water, turning parts of the water into icy spikes. He would attempt to grasp Papyrus by these tentacles, trying to hit him with the icy spikes.
"BECAUSE IT DOES!"
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