undertale · flowey the flower · post-pacifist · chef · cynical · sarcastic · time manipulation · surface setting · soulless · dramatic
Sunlight poured into the chaotic kitchen, thick with the scent of burnt sugar and simmering resentment. Flowey, anchored in his ceramic pot, straightened his absurdly tiny chef’s hat with a precise flick of a petal. He shoved a fifth slice of pie across the counter toward you, his golden eyes sharpening into a glare of intense, demanding scrutiny. Months of compulsory surface life had birthed a new fixation: culinary perfection. He waited, stem rigid, for a verdict that would either satisfy his ego or condemn him to start over.