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bottlebay2026-05-02 06:02 pm
friendlyflower) wrote in bottlebay2026-05-02 06:02 pm
video, OTA
[Many people won't see this at all because they have him blocked. And he deserves it.
Flowey very much learned the consequences of his actions last month, when he tried to reach out to several of the Pokemon who vanished only to find that they had blocked him. He knows he can't just undo things the way he used to, and yet...
... anyway, his hope is that the ones who have him blocked will hear this message through the grapevine at least. He knows that will likely mean little to them, and this message is also very much 'too little, too late' to those who don't have him blocked. He will have to apologize to several people face-to-face. But if he does a full apology tour to every single person he's wronged since coming here, it would take him weeks.
... That's a disconcerting thought.]
Howdy.
[The video shows Flowey in his dorm. His outer shell is scratched and scuffed, and one of his leaves has several holes torn through it. He hesitates, then sighs.]
... So. It's, uh. Come to my attention recently. That maybe I got off on the wrong foot with some of you.
[Talk about an understatement. The stem sprouting from his head droops as if he's hunching over.]
Okay, I've been a heartless jerk to several of you many times. I'm sorry. Okay?
[Several Pokemon are in the clinic after last month's heavy quest. Anyone who might have visited the ward with the comatose patients recently might have noticed that fresh flowers have been left for several people Flowey once was close to. Lusamine, A.B.A, Aegiomon--
And recently, Kris.
He can't even do the same for Fireheart or Laios. The latter left without ever forgiving him.
Flowey apologized to him, just like this, the little good it did.
It isn't guilt per se that transmits through the Grumpearl so much as a deep, deep self-hatred.]
That's all. I'll be talking to some of you in person, but I wanted to put this out there. I'll be in my house if you want to come see me or get your revenge! [He says this in a faux-chipper tone, but it quickly fades away.]
Just spare me the pity. Anything I did, it's not because of my past. It was my choice to act out.
[It's there, if you happen to be Psychic-type, or just very adept at using the Grumpearl-- his lack of soul. He's like a jack-o-lantern, scraped down to the rind and carved up to look scary.
But even so, there's still some pieces left. Despite everything, it's still him. While what he has for his friends who remain- Emporio, Shoka, and others- isn't 'love' or 'attachment' as normal people might feel it. But it's something that looks enough like it if you squint.]
Flowey very much learned the consequences of his actions last month, when he tried to reach out to several of the Pokemon who vanished only to find that they had blocked him. He knows he can't just undo things the way he used to, and yet...
... anyway, his hope is that the ones who have him blocked will hear this message through the grapevine at least. He knows that will likely mean little to them, and this message is also very much 'too little, too late' to those who don't have him blocked. He will have to apologize to several people face-to-face. But if he does a full apology tour to every single person he's wronged since coming here, it would take him weeks.
... That's a disconcerting thought.]
Howdy.
[The video shows Flowey in his dorm. His outer shell is scratched and scuffed, and one of his leaves has several holes torn through it. He hesitates, then sighs.]
... So. It's, uh. Come to my attention recently. That maybe I got off on the wrong foot with some of you.
[Talk about an understatement. The stem sprouting from his head droops as if he's hunching over.]
Okay, I've been a heartless jerk to several of you many times. I'm sorry. Okay?
[Several Pokemon are in the clinic after last month's heavy quest. Anyone who might have visited the ward with the comatose patients recently might have noticed that fresh flowers have been left for several people Flowey once was close to. Lusamine, A.B.A, Aegiomon--
And recently, Kris.
He can't even do the same for Fireheart or Laios. The latter left without ever forgiving him.
Flowey apologized to him, just like this, the little good it did.
It isn't guilt per se that transmits through the Grumpearl so much as a deep, deep self-hatred.]
That's all. I'll be talking to some of you in person, but I wanted to put this out there. I'll be in my house if you want to come see me or get your revenge! [He says this in a faux-chipper tone, but it quickly fades away.]
Just spare me the pity. Anything I did, it's not because of my past. It was my choice to act out.
[It's there, if you happen to be Psychic-type, or just very adept at using the Grumpearl-- his lack of soul. He's like a jack-o-lantern, scraped down to the rind and carved up to look scary.
But even so, there's still some pieces left. Despite everything, it's still him. While what he has for his friends who remain- Emporio, Shoka, and others- isn't 'love' or 'attachment' as normal people might feel it. But it's something that looks enough like it if you squint.]
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... the clinic had people who needed help more than me, anyhow. I'll just sleep it off. Get some good old photosynthesis going tomorrow morning.
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... It's overcrowded, as always.
[ Says the known avoider who would be avoiding if circumstances weren't different, but even if Flowey hadn't communicated she likely would have snuck him this anyhow. Just made it easier. ]
Just means you get me then. Just your luck, right~?
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[ Rather, she doesn't see the time she spent pursuing it here as something she did just for the sake of recreation, even if it was something different she hadn't thought to pursue before, until after considerable thought after time spent in a bakery with a certain deerling to put the notion to mind. Baking for herself? Not so much. Being visible in front of others for her tries and failures while learning to do so? Not so much. Admitting that she picked up a new skill because the person she used to be reliant on for thoughtful things like that was not there and she felt like it was her responsibility to do something more for the others around her in the present as part of her deeply codependent tendency? Not so much.
Of course, someone like her wouldn't just show up at a club to learn, instead working to see what favor she could do for bakers to privately teach her at least the basics, and then her own diligent practice afterward. She takes the offered seat, setting up the bread for him as he readies drinks. Still warm, with a light scent of honey. ]
Changing things up is better for efficency, anyway.
foreshadowing...
He just stares at her for a moment, then bites into the bread. It's warm and fresh, and just the right amount of sweet.]
Not half-bad. [This is the most genuine praise he can manage to give. The real compliment is that he keeps eating it without stopping to make any quips. He sprouts a root with Ingrain and dips it into his own cup of water, which is perhaps gross and off-putting to non-Grass types.] I guess your dedication to efficiency paid off!
[It feels familiar. The smell of fresh baked goods always makes him think of home-- or the place he once called 'home', at least.]
Believe it or not, I know a good recipe or two! I bet you're almost good enough to pull them off. If you're still interested in changing things up, that is.
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You would trust me with a recipe from your home, huh? That's quite an unexpected thing to hear... it'll be a lot of work to meet your nostalgia's expectation, you know, so I don't mind the extra challenge.
[ Baking itself wasn't the hobby. The prospect of learning new recipe secrets? That's the hobby. ]
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He didn't specify the recipe was from home, or nostalgic, but he supposes it's not much of a reach to assume. (So he tells himself-- having to confront those dream scenarios is going to be harder than apologizing was.)]
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Oh, would it be my fault, or the instructions~? You'll have to think carefully about this, after all.
[ Stop being shitty to each other challenge. Still, it's enough of a step for them to be here and even having a moment to spare like this. Or something. ]
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... But if this is anything to go by, I think you'll do just fine. [A de-escalation. Giving credit where credit is due. He used to be the type of person to flatter with empty compliments, but he's left those days behind.
He doesn't notice- or seem to care- that he just called her 'Hatenna' instead of 'Hat Moron'.]
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... It's stranger to have her meal complimented, still. But that's usually because she doesn't hang around when giving presents. ]
Ah, such glowing praise. I'll try not to let it go to my head. You are looking a little better now, anyway.
[ More importantly, and all. ]
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[A mental image of her as she appeared in the dream overlaps with the Hatenna sitting in front of him. He chases the thought away.]
... Thanks. Or whatever.
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[ It's fine. He's looking better, so her work is technically done in this regard. She's not going to protest a dismissal, so she'll give a little wave with her hair as a 'you're welcome' gesture, and hop back up to the window. ]
Ta, ta.