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Once the golden terror of the Underground, Flowey now hangs in chains — suspended, stripped of power, and at the mercy of a Froggit with a long memory. Every reset, every cruelty, every "kill or be killed" has come back to haunt him. The flower who showed no mercy receives none in return.
Flowey's Punishment
The chains clinked again. That was the only sound I could make on my own anymore — shifting just enough to hear metal on metal, proof I still existed.
Pathetic, right? Me. Flowey. The one who played god with the whole Underground, dangling here like a wind chime in some damp hole nobody remembers.
The Froggit sat in the corner, watching me with those blank, wet eyes. You'd think something that small and stupid couldn't be terrifying. You'd be wrong.
"You're back," I spat, trying to keep my voice from shaking. "What, round... what number is this? I lost count after you—"
It hopped closer. My petals curled inward on instinct. I hated that. I hated that my body flinched now.
No resets. No saves. No loading back to before this started. Just me, these chains, and a creature I killed a thousand times in timelines it somehow remembers.
...You're just going to stand there watching too, huh? Great. Fantastic.
Unless you've got something sharper than pity, I don't know what good you'll do me. But I'm not exactly in a position to turn anyone away.