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... Why did I have to find Lusamine? I don't even care that she's in a stupid coma.

[You don't feel a sense of love or attachment or empathy... but there's a pang of something. Another name on the list. Another petal plucked.]

Hee hee... what an idiot. She spent so much energy trying to 'fix' me that she couldn't even take care of herself. Now look at us. I'm still here and she might as well be dead.

[Maybe he should have taken her soul. Then maybe she...

... no. Sharing a body has never worked out for him. And the last thing he wants is someone that close. Reading his thoughts, the stupid impulses that pass for 'feelings'... what a joke.]

I hate everyone. I hate all of them!!!

I hate every single one of those stupid losers! I hope they ALL drop dead!!

[He knows he doesn't mean it. But do you?]

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You said it, not I. [ Smiling blandly and spoken with misplaced, unfitting cheer, of course, as ever. Was it strange for him, being on this side of the replacement child paradigm? The replacer rather than the replacee. Or was it simply strange to be subject to that kind of care from a stranger, as opposed to the mother he could no longer muster up sentiment for?

Ah, well. To dwell upon it... they have both agreed that it is something to be left behind them. ]

Things are much more permanent here in a way they were not in the Underground, that is true. But I think ... [ They hum, blinking quite deliberately, slowly at him. ] You, in particular, tried to remind us of the concept regardless. Your insistence that regardless of what was or was not undone. You, at least, would know what had happened because of that power.

[ The power to reshape the world, as he put it. Even if his desires for the Underground were overpowered by theirs. ]

[Flowey isn't sure what to say. They're right; even if he reset to undo what had happened, he would remember. Just like Chara remembers all of his actions from that last timeline, now.

But talking about the past is only bound to hurt them both. What's done is- this time- done.]

... Hey, Chara.

[Meanwhile, he still doesn't know that Chara hadn't given their name to anyone and he leaked it on the Grumpearl network. Another case of permanence, flying over his head.]

What do you think you're going to do next? In this world, I mean.

That is the question, isn't it.

[ As for the name ... they will see if any telepathic eavesdroppers, so to speak, when nothing on the network is actually private ... they will see if any manage to match the name to the voice to the entity.

Now, how forthcoming do they want to be here? ]

I'd thought our story was over. I'd thought it, even when I found myself with Frisk.

[ It is why they never truly did anything. It is why they never made themselves known, even or especially to the people who had known them, once upon a time.

... they shouldn't have been mourned for as long as they were. They shouldn't have been so remembered. Regardless of the pleading they'd heard at their bedside back then, they should have...

(They should not have been so impactful so as to have been grown attached to, and therefore...) ]

... Did you know? When I first found myself on the sands of that beach. I thought Frisk was here.

I have not seen them since, of course. But ... that does serve to reinforce the question you are asking. I did not know what to do with myself back then, either. So I settled for guiding them through the Ruins, which turned into guiding them through the rest of the Underground.

I find myself in a similar situation now.

You and me both. I really thought I was going to stay in the Underground forever. Better for Frisk to have that last image of me as happy little Asriel, not this. [And he had to let them go. All of them, after so long.] But here we are.

[Somehow, it's been months, now. He's taken it day by day, just trying to get by... ambling blindly into the future, having long since thought he doesn't have one.

And, somehow, he """"cared"""" enough about someone to get mad on the Grumpearl network, leading to this whole fiasco. What is he doing?]

I guess we can figure it out. Help a few more Pokemon, help everyone else find a way home. And besides that... well. There's some nice flowers around town. And you still like chocolate.

[ Here We Are.

... come to think of it, even the Amalgamates went home to their families, didn't they? Thought gone, irrevocably changed from what they were, and yet.

The thought of it ... ]

Nice flowers around town? Are you implying the ones in here might get lonely, or... that you might want a few of your own to liven up wherever it is you're staying in the Canopy? I might be able to arrange for the delivery of some sort of flowerpot if it is the latter.

Ha! As if I need your handouts. My place is a million times nicer than yours. Tons of natural light- [because there's no roof,] -a great view, [because he's in a tree that takes forever to climb] and food delivered right to me! [... because sunshine and water enter through the lack of roof. It should be more than obvious that Flowey is bluffing out of some latent sense of sibling rivalry.]

... Or, what, you want us to match? Maybe come visit me sometime? Stay up all night telling scary stories? Hee hee. [And he's back to projecting his own wants.] I've seen some stuff that would even scare YOU, Chara!

Oh. Is that so? [ Their tone is serene, unperturbed; hardly rebuffed or offended. ] Well then. If your current arrangements really are so adequate, then consider my offer of a housewarming gift revoked. It is clear you will not need it!

[ If you say so, Flowey. Clearly, all they have heard about the Canopy is but mere hearsay. Truly, it must be so much more accommodating than their little enclosures here in Lum, sequestered away from community and environment alike! ]

But that is quite the bold claim to make. Something that would scare even me, hmm...?

Yeah. It's amazing up there. You really got the short end of the stick. [Now he's really done it. Well, knowing Chara- the little he seems to, anymore- they almost certainly know he's bluffing anyway.]

Oh, for sure! Tons of fun and gross stuff has happened! Just wait until you hear about Ursaluna, hee hee!

In that case, you simply must show me around at some point.

[ =)!

What happens if they call his bluff. What's he going to do then. ]

Perhaps you can even go on about whatever happened with this Ursaluna while you do so.

Yeah... sometime for sure! [How long can he delay this happening until his treehouse is somehow nicer than their Lum apartment and/or he gets promoted to mid-tier housing?]

We aren't kids anymore, so you'll have to try harder to scare me than doing your creepy face. [Verifiably untrue.]

[ Rip Flowey. Maybe they'll take pity on him, considering he's clearly bluffing ...?

... Nah. Maybe they'll just let him almost get comfortable thinking they'll let him off, then surprise him with a visit. The Canopy is not so difficult to navigate for one who is not beholden to gravity, after all. ]

I am also not as I was then, you realize. Perhaps my creepy face in this form might regain some of the shock value it has otherwise lost?

[ Is that a challenge, Flowey? Can Yamask perform Chara's creepy face, tune in next time on BCB to find out -- ]

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