video, at the end of october

[friendlyflower]

[A weird, half-dead sunflower seed with dilated eyes and sweat rolling down its shell appears, shouting at you from the clinic.]

THE VOTE IS CLOSE!!!!!!! VOTE FOR UMBREON NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[He grabs the Grumpearl with a vine.]

DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT VOTING FOR LURANTIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Nurse Chansey from the clinic visibly tries to wrestle the Grumpearl away from him. He shouts various curses that Emporio taught him. You may or may not have a headache now.]

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[friendlyflower]

NURSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Nurse Chansey is still retrieving the Grumpearl he threw out the window. He's defenseless and swaddled up like a baby.]

[wolfcut]

She can't hear you.

[ He kicks the door shut. Just the two of them now. ]

Know what they used to do to noisy kids like you?

[friendlyflower]

Ha ha... say, Bigby. You remember all the good times we had together, right? Heavy Downmoor, can't forget that one. Classic memories. C'mon, we're pals!

[He scoots back a little.]

[wolfcut]

Be grateful I can't drag you back there myself. Bet those birds must be real hungry.

[ Moving closer and closer. My, what a Scary Face he has. All the better to slow down naughty children with. ]

At least I'll make this quick.

[friendlyflower]

H-hey! Stay away from me! I'm not your lunch, you overgrown hamster!

[His back is against the wall. There's little he can do to defend himself, though. He just sits there, shivering.]

I'll scream! Don't think I won't, you sicko!

Flowey called for help... But nobody came.

[wolfcut]

Go ahead, Flowey. Do it. See what happens.

[ Nowhere left for this little seed to run. Doesn't that just bring a smile to his face. ]

[friendlyflower]

[... he can't bring himself to. He can't bear the idea that nobody will come. So instead he just waits for his fate.]

[wolfcut]

[ ... Alright, he might have taken this too far. He almost forgot Flowey was one of the more sensitive ones around here. ]

Relax, kid. [ The smile is gone, replaced with his usual crochety frown as he folds his arms. ] You seriously thought I was going to eat you? Here of all places?

[ Nnnnot an unfair assumption, really. Hamsters and sunflower seeds — wolves and goats too, if we really want to get into it — but still. Like he'd do that (nowadays). ]

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[friendlyflower]

[... oh. So it was just to scare him straight. He should've known. (And he would have, he tells himself, if he weren't ill.)]

Uh... I knew that. Ha ha. Just playing along so you wouldn't feel bad.

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[friendlyflower]

[A moment passes where, undoubtedly, he realizes he needs to save face somehow.]

... ha! You act like you're the big bad wolf, but really, you're just the small hungry hamster!

[wolfcut]

You—

[ The hamster quips he's getting used to, but to suddenly be called the big bad wolf — that, ironically, is what knock the wind out of him.

His frown deepens, eyes going wide for just a second. Carefully, he pats one of his pockets, confirming that he did in fact leave his pearl in the waiting room. Almost immediately, he bares his fangs again, lunging for Flowey only to grab at his sprout. It's rough, but no more harsh than tugging at a kid's ear. ]

You need to learn how to keep quiet. You're not the only one recovering around here, Flowey.

[friendlyflower]

[Aaah!!! His sprout!!!

... he should take this seriously. He was afraid for his life a minute ago, after all. But against his better judgment, he runs his big stupid mouth:]

What are you recovering from? Balding? Does your hip hurt, grandpa?

[wolfcut]

[ Did he just

Was Flowey pretending to be terrified just to get him to stop? To make him feel bad?

—GRANDPA???? ]

Not me, you little shit. [ No lessons have been learned for either of them. His eyes go full red, his voice nearly a guttural growl. ] Alright. Get the fuck over here. I'm eating you for real.

[ Bigby finally tugs on that sprout hard enough to pull him closer before grabbing at the baby blankets Flowey's swaddled in. He lifts him up (which, probably is barely off the ground, considering the nominal height difference), only to start shaking him. ]

Last chance to scream.

[friendlyflower]

AAAAAGGGH!!! LET GO OF ME, OLD MAN!!!!!!!!!! HEEEELLLLLPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!

[firealone]

[Fireheart hadn't heard the initial cry for help, but he certainly hears the second one. So the door to this room is being slammed open, by a very determined Litten dashing in to aim a Double Kick at Bigby's head. And whether it lands or not, he just wants to place himself between the two of them.]

What in StarClan's name are you two doing!?

[He's mostly addressing Bigby, but... he'd like to believe Bigby isn't attacking someone for no reason. Preferably, he'd like to believe all of this is a misunderstanding.]

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[wolfcut]

How the hell are you still so LOUD.

[ Word aren’t cutting it. He’s nipping at Flowey’s sprout too while he’s at it, just for good measure. ]

(2/3)

[wolfcut]

[ His mouth is full of leaf when he looks over.

Oh hey Fireheart— ]

(3/3)

[wolfcut]

[ That Double Kick lands all right. He chokes on his own breath, immediately dropping Flowey, only to stumble back and onto the floor.

He's not moving.

It’s... it’s super effective. ]

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[friendlyflower]

Phew! Thanks, Fireheart. [So much for all that kindness stuff.] He just came in here and threatened to eat me!

[He is almost certainly not telling the entire story. In fact, he glares vaguely at the ceiling where he assumes Chara is watching/judging him.]

I miiiiiight've aggravated him a little.

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[friendlyflower]

[... with that said, he glances at Bigby's unconscious form.]

Good thing he's already in the clinic! Hee hee.

[Nurse Chansey finally returns, Flowey's Grumpearl in hand. She lets out a loud sigh and gives Flowey a cursory glance before turning her attention to Bigby.]

not here but also very here;

[consequerer]

[ Hm? Yes? You rang?

What an assumption, to think they are always watching, always judging! After all, it's impossible for them to always be here whenever he's doing something stupid ... right?

Right? ]

[firealone]

[Oh... oops.

He knew that was going to be a hard kick but he didn't realize it would... knock Bigby unconscious. Fireheart hesitates, before carefully stepping over to Bigby and sniff him.]

We... should probably go find a nurse. [He glances at Flowey.] You're okay, though, right? What exactly were you doing to bother him?

[wolfcut]

[ Chansey seems to have walked in at the right time then. "Oh, he'll be fine. He's... resilient."

Spoken like a nurse who's seen this rodent far too many times already. She starts to fan him a bit before propping him up; the two red pawprints now stamped on his face are hard to miss. With another sigh, she glances over at the Litten. "If you wanted to give him a warning, perhaps a less effective move next time? He's had an emotional few days. I doubt he's at his best to begin with."

That said, she turns the conversation over to Flowey and Fireheart, focusing on Bigby instead. He's starting to stir, but she plops an Oran Berry in his mouth for good measure. "Glad to see you've recovered from your Ghost-typing, Mr. Bigby."

He grumbles in between chewing, weakly glaring at the other two. All he can manage to do is growl to himself, but perhaps the words loud and brat and pearl might peek through. ]

[friendlyflower]

Nothing he didn't have coming! [Bite me, Chara. He also winks in Bigby's general direction.] Don't worry! Your pal, Flowey, is doing just fine!

... Say, Fireheart. Did you vote for mayor of Death Blood Murder Skull Town yet?

[firealone]

[Fireheart backs off to give the nurse space to work - but even though he's addressing Flowey, he's still watching Bigby with a concerned look on his face.]

I- yeah, I voted for Lurantis.

[He very much hasn't been checking the network, offline king that he is.

He pauses.]

....Do we have to call it the whole thing every time?