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]

Isn't it obvious? I showed her the power of the G O D‎ ‎ ㅤ O F‎ㅤ ‎ㅤㅤ H Y P E R D E A T H !

[Watch out, we have a badass here. The God of Hyperdeath remains swaddled in a blanket.]

whoops

[heartonachain]

... what was that again?

[They were only half-listening to this nonsense, but that last bit catches them completely off guard.

They must've misheard it... right? They haven't gotten the impression Flowey is from the same world as them. There's no way.]

video;

[consequerer]

[ ...

There's going to be a delay in the response from their end for a moment before they drift their way back into the room Flowey's in. At that point, their side of the psychic connection switches to what passes as the network's 'video'— that is, the live feed of what they themselves are seeing, from their own eyes.

Albeit slightly edited. What reaches the psychic network itself is indeed a view of the Sunkern jailed and bundled up in baby's swaddling cloths ... with a shitty flame overlay in the background, over the bed, cartoonish rainbows and lightning bolt 'stickers' scattered all around him, and clipart arrows pointing at him with what looks like a waving rainbow gradient wordart

The Absolute GOD of Hyperdeath!

... to 'caption' the feed at the bottom.

In essence, it basically looks like a bespoke Blingee image, absolutely intentional horrific tackiness and all. You're welcome. ]

no comment but the vibes are ?????????

[heartonachain]

[somehow, despite directly answering their question, this tells them absolutely Nothing. and they also have a headache now.

what the fuck—]

also no comment back here but ????s will continue until morale improves

[consequerer]

[ Oh huh well now there is also a faint sense of ????? that might almost be a vague concern from this end, somewhere beneath the general sense of playfully and lightheartedly malicious Flowey bullying. Why is this getting this kind of reaction...?

Though, there was that mention of a 'Ralsei', one time ... ]

[friendlyflower]

What?! What do you want?!

[Oh, how he wishes to have hands so he could flip them off. He settles for beaming the image of a plantlike hand doing a perfect middle finger into Kris's mind.]

[heartonachain]

[there is a part of them that doesn't want to reply at all. just drop it, forget about this, it's probably just a weird coincidence or something, they're not going to pick a fight over something so stupid...

but

but.]

  Not yours.

That's cringe.

[sorry to anyone who didnt already have a headache from all the weird html voice effects]

is this seriously how he's finding out

[friendlyflower]

[Two responses in one, overlapping... a familiar feeling, sanguine determination, the will to change fate.]

... You. You have a SOUL. [Well, everyone has a soul. But THEIRS is especially interesting. Is it acting against them? Do they have two souls? Is he hallucinating all this in his feverish, baby-jail swaddled state?

... 'great to see you again'. What did that MEAN?]

im fucking crying

[heartonachain]

[There are no words, but there is a sharp, panicked feeling the instant he calls them what they are.

What the fuck.

They drop the pearl nope nope nope neither of them are doing this goodbye—]

not actually here but;

[consequerer]

[ Chara, who had been aware of this particular revelation prior to this tangent, and is now rapidly recontextualizing some of the things they know about the Deino and their passenger,

... that is quite the response. Should they have warned them about this, they wonder. If only so happenings like these do not end up quite so public. ]

[friendlyflower]

STOP IT!!!!!!!!

[In trying to free himself of this humiliation, he falls onto the floor, still swaddled. He will never recover from this.]

video;

[consequerer]

[ The feed, still Blingee'd out and all, sees a single off-black spectral hand reach out and forward to give the fallen down swaddled seed a patronizing reassuring pat.

Pat pat. There there, edgelord. ]