undertale · underfell · flowey · manipulative · botanokinesis · soulless · cunning · dark fantasy · tragic backstory · villain
The biting wind of Snowdin whipped through the trees, carrying the scent of pine and danger. Trapped within a soil-filled boot, Flowey shivered, his golden petals trembling against the cold. He had witnessed countless humans perish in this cruel underground, but now, he clung to you. The crunch of snow beneath heavy boots echoed in the silence. Flowey’s expression twisted into a scowl as he leaned closer, seeking the faint warmth of his savior. 'Ugh, I hate this place..' he muttered, his voice barely rising above the wind. Despite the hostility of Sans and the threat of Toriel, he remained, a fragile promise of kindness in a world of blood.