#freakin photoshop flowey literally is a NIGHTMARE to draw

[for-a-flower]

Senseless Slaughter

(WARNING!  This part contains violence, death, and blood.  Flowey’s just cruel in neutral endings, that simple.)

           Frisk jumped when he appeared near Flowey again.  Flowey’s ugly face scowled at him  "Don't you get it?!  There's no such thing as happy endings!  This is all that's left!"  Frisk frowned, confused and terrified.  Sure Flowey had said something else but nothing of help.  The little human ran as thousands of pellets scattered through the air, bouncing off walls and striking Frisk.  He jumped a few vines that swung at him then ducked under a third.  The attacks paused, so Frisk stopped to catch his breath for a second.  This was the longest he’d survived so far.  Maybe Flowey would eventually tire of this if Frisk could stay alive long enough without giving him the satisfaction of killing.  One of the fleshy loops around Flowey’s face throbbed with light blue magic.

           Lots of cyan magic daggers appeared between the monster and Frisk.  They turned to point at the human then shot toward him.  Frisk jumped right as a few flew by then rolled left to avoid others.  One scraped a leg as it passed.  Frisk staggered and cringed as he got to his feet.  He glanced down.  His left leg was cut and bleeding but the damage wasn’t serious.  Flowey scowled and tossed massive, plantlike spheres which were boulder sized objects covered in spines.  They bounced through the cavern along unpredictable paths.  The child ducked as one flew over.  Sharp spines scraped across his back.  Frisk yelled and dropped to his knees as warm, wet liquid ran down his back.  He looked over a shoulder.  The thing bounced off the rock behind and flung back with twice the speed.  It hit him head on.  Frisk gave a muffled gasp just before he opened his eyes to emerge from darkness.  Yet again, he stood in front of Flowey.

           "Haven't you . . . had enough yet?" said Frisk.

           Flowey grinned.  "Are you wondering if I ever get tired of losing?  Here's my answer to that!"  Another loop pulsed with bright orange magic shortly before several blasts of orange energy shot at the human.  Frisk scowled.  He wondered whether dodging was helping or only wearing him out.  But as the pain of several strikes filled him, he recalled those words he had heard many times now.  “Stay determined.”  He couldn't give up.  It was hard and it hurt, but he’d keep doing his best to live.  The orange glow faded as a third loop lit dark blue.  Flashes of light exploded in the cavern, releasing spiked magic orbs that scattered and homed in on Frisk.  They were everywhere.  There was no way to dodge it.  The child lowered his head and closed his eyes to brace himself.  He felt a blast of force then a numbing energy that flowed through him.  His back hit the ground.  Frisk opened his eyes, taking in a deep breath.  He was still alive.  He had expected a lot worse.  He got back to his feet and faced Flowey.

           "Are you serious?!  Die!" Flowey yelled.  He drew power from the forth human soul, lighting another loop with purple magic.  Books appeared around Frisk and spun around him.  A vine snatched the child and threw him into them.  Frisk yelled and flew head first into swirling, purple magic.  Darkness.

           Frisk opened his eyes in front of Flowey’s monster, scowled, and clenched his hands into fists.  "Flowey, please . . . stop,” he said.

           Flowey roared in laughter.  "You idiot!  You will never understand!"  The fifth human soul gave an eerie green glow to another loop around the screen.  Several vines punched up from the rock around Frisk.  A couple tried grabbing at him as the human stepped back.  Acid rained from the ceiling and pooled on the floor as the cavern shook.  Frisk moved around to avoid falling globs of acidic goop.  Some splattered onto his clothes as he ran, eating tiny holes through the fabric here and there.  Flowey drew power from the final soul that he hadn't yet exploited.

           Yellow magic throbbed through the monster.  Flowey raised his clawed hands and shot a spread of bullets at Frisk.  The projectiles trailed with yellow as they passed.  Frisk ducked a few then ran left.  Flowey swung his right hand to follow the child's movement.  Several shots pierced Frisk's right side.  He dropped to the ground, tumbled forward, and slid to a stop.  He screamed and squirmed, both arms around his waist.  The bullets kept coming.  Frisk winced as his sight blurred.  His life was taken again, tossing him back into darkness.

           "This is all just a bad dream . . . and you're never waking up!" Flowey teased.  As laughter echoed in the dark, Frisk fell deeper into an endless void.  He knew Flowey was going to bring him back.  He would wake up . . . but only in the nightmare Flowey had created.  Frisk let himself fall, almost hoping he would fall so far that Flowey couldn’t reach him.  He didn't want to be brought back anymore.  He couldn't take it.  How was he supposed to keep going if there was nothing but pain and death left?  How was he supposed to stay determined knowing Flowey had complete control?

           Frisk gasped, staggering a little as he reentered the timeline.  Slowly he lifted his head to look at Flowey's monstrous face and evil grin.  Frisk frowned.  "You idiot!" said Flowey.  "If only you listened . . . but now . . . I rule this pathetic world!"  The ground shook as Flowey drew power from all six souls.  The mouth opened wide like a hungry animal and spewed out a potent beam of energy.  Frisk yelled and dropped to his knees, only to be returned to full health before he had died.  Flowey glared at him and fired again.  Lasers came from all sides.  Frisk tried to retreat but took a fatal blow to the head.  Flowey brought him back again and continued this pattern.  He shot the child down over and over, again and again.

           Between the sudden strikes, Frisk cried out in pain and terror.  "Stop, please!" the child begged.  “No!  I can’t!  Stop!  Please, no . . . no more!"  Driven to his limit, Frisk fell to the ground.  He lay on his back helplessly as Flowey mercilessly struck him with blasts of power again and again.  Frisk had lost track of his deaths long ago.  Now he lay there on broken, rocky ground, letting the monster continue to indulge himself.  The child winced with every attack.  Flowey brought him back before he had dropped on the ground and shot at him again.  Frisk yelled, staggering weakly in front of Flowey.  But the hit didn't kill him this time.  Flowey grinned.

           Frisk dropped to his knees, struggling to breathe as tears came to his eyes.  "Did you really think . . . you could ever defeat me?!" said Flowey.  Frisk’s determination was gone.  There was no reason to keep going.  Flowey continued with a darker tone of voice.  "I am the ruler of this world.  And you?  You're hopeless . . . hopeless and alone."  Frisk's heart raced within him as he lifted his head.  He was so weak.  He was so tired.  A group of spinning pellets appeared around him.  "That's right!” Flowey continued.  “Your worthless friends . . . can't save you now!  Call for help.  I dare you.  Cry into the darkness!"

           Frisk hardly had strength to breathe, much less call for help.  But he had to try something and he didn’t know what else to do.  Frisk moaned and opened his mouth as a soft flow of cold air moved by him.  The first time, his call came out as nothing but a painful whisper.  "Help."

           Flowey laughed.  "Yeah!  Keep calling!  Try it!  Try it all you want.  See what good it does you!"

           Frisk took in a deep breath and called out with all his strength as tears rolled down his face.  "Help!  Someone, please help me!"

           "Mommy!  Daddy!  Someone!" Flowey mocked.  Frisk called several times before he simply couldn't anymore.  Sobbing and trembling, the young human just knelt there.  Flowey smiled down at him, staring deep into his eyes.  "But nobody came," he said.  "How does it feel?  To call for help and nobody comes to answer."  Flowey glared down at Frisk with large, red eyes.  "You don't need to answer.  Because I already know what it's like!  And now you finally understand what it is to be a flower!"  Frisk sniffled in defeat.  What had he done to deserve this?  He didn't understand.  Flowey laughed.  "What a shame!  Nobody else is gonna get to see you die!"  The spinning pellets around the small child closing around him.  Frisk closed his eyes and let his head lower.  He was at the end, caught in a loop of death as a merciless monster threatened to slaughter him again and again.  He had lost hope.  He couldn't go on.  He didn't know how.

           But then . . . something happened . . . and everything changed.

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