friendlyflower: (lookaway)
Flowey ([personal profile] friendlyflower) wrote in [community profile] bottlebay2025-08-16 01:59 pm

[Audio]

[*Looks like someone left their Grumpearl on.
*Listen in?
🤍Yes ‎ ‎ ‎ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ *Do Not
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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.
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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?]
telewarped: (This lack of light has left me blind)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-10-12 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[A clipped laugh escapes her. Flowey's right; she wasn't about to take that. She couldn't, in the end.

As he continues, she quiets, and the static pulses cease. A part of her wants to argue and insist that she did deserve it—that maybe it would have been enough if she'd just been different, or if she'd just found those fundamental pieces she was born lacking—but at the same time, she knows he's right. The thought of living up to it makes her sick, even after she'd tried to for so long. And she wouldn't say any of that about him, would she?

Even if he wasn't right, she can tell that he's choosing his words carefully. Soul or no Soul, he's putting his all into this. For her, despite everything he's been going through lately.]


... Yeah, well. Same to you.

[He shouldn't have had to deal with any of that crap either.

Sniffing and willing her shadows to unwind, she shuffles a little in place.]


Ugh. My bad... Didn't mean to make this about me...

[She's never even told any of that to anyone else before. She was just—what? Trying to commiserate? Make a connection? Whatever it was, she... feels like it succeeded, somehow. She feels ashamed, too exposed—but also seen, in the good way.]

I... [She looks at him, then away again.] Thanks. I'm... glad I met you, too. I guess.
telewarped: (Don't sweat it)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-10-13 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[She exhales an almost-laugh.]

I already promised Emporio. Anyone tries to kick you out, I'll take 'em down myself.

[She misses Shibuya more than she can put into words, but if she were to be sent back, the only thing waiting for her there would be erasure. It's getting harder and harder to think of that as an acceptable option.]

So I guess that means I'm sticking around, too. As long as I can. Someone's gotta keep an eye on you dorks.