[Flowey awakens to find his body has been transformed against his will. It's not the first time.
Realizing he's underground, but not in The Underground he knew, Flowey proceeds through the tunnels with extreme caution. He doesn't recognize the creatures that want to attack him, but he can tell from his still-limbless new body that he won't stand a chance, so he avoids them at all costs.
The fog above ground is somehow even less desirable. He feels phantom limbs that he hasn't had in a long, long time, even before he was Flowey. He sees smiles from someone he thought was long gone. He feels his sins crawling on his back. Terrified, he does something he hasn't in a long time-- he cries out for help.]
H-hey! Someone, anyone?! Hello?! Is anyone there? Get me out of here!
Under the Weather
[He's quiet as the doctors poke and prod him, hoping that the rain masks the fact that he was crying. Along the way, he realizes that his new form is just as small and weak as his flower body was. Golly, that's just great.
Once he's in the Lum temporary housing, though, he seems to have calmed down. This has to be a new world entirely. There's monsters everywhere, but not the monsters he knew. He needs to find out more. Knowledge is his only weapon.]
Howdy! I heard this place has a lot of archives. Mind showing me the way?
The Water Cycle
[Memories swirl all around him. The scent of butterscotch-cinnamon pie, the laugh of his former best friend and adoptive sibling, a hug and forgiveness from a new friend at the end of it all-- and many, many more dark ones. Visions of himself tearing people apart, an endless cycle of death and stagnation he can't escape from, and achieving apotheosis for a glorious moment only to have it come crashing down as painfully as possible.]
[OOC: Like others, I would love to explore this one, but there are many possibilities for memories from Flowey. Please feel free to reach out to me 'andreabandrea' on Discord or 'friendlyflower' on Plurk. I'm still new to the latter (as well as Dreamdwidth), so please excuse any mistakes.]
The Archives
[Finally, someplace in this world that isn't miserable. At least, so far.
With no practical way to turn pages, he sticks to the stone tablets, gathering all the information he can. It seems that the monsters call themselves 'Pokemon', and he's now something called a 'Sunkern'. This new universe must be mocking him.
There's only so much he can learn from books. He turns to the nearest person and tries to strike up conversation, keeping his voice low.]
Golly, there's a lot to learn about this new world, huh? I haven't even started reading about 'guilds' yet. How are you getting your bearings, pal?
Flowey | Undertale | Sunkern
From Tunnels Deep
[Flowey awakens to find his body has been transformed against his will. It's not the first time.
Realizing he's underground, but not in The Underground he knew, Flowey proceeds through the tunnels with extreme caution. He doesn't recognize the creatures that want to attack him, but he can tell from his still-limbless new body that he won't stand a chance, so he avoids them at all costs.
The fog above ground is somehow even less desirable. He feels phantom limbs that he hasn't had in a long, long time, even before he was Flowey. He sees smiles from someone he thought was long gone. He feels his sins crawling on his back. Terrified, he does something he hasn't in a long time-- he cries out for help.]
H-hey! Someone, anyone?! Hello?! Is anyone there? Get me out of here!
Under the Weather
[He's quiet as the doctors poke and prod him, hoping that the rain masks the fact that he was crying. Along the way, he realizes that his new form is just as small and weak as his flower body was. Golly, that's just great.
Once he's in the Lum temporary housing, though, he seems to have calmed down. This has to be a new world entirely. There's monsters everywhere, but not the monsters he knew. He needs to find out more. Knowledge is his only weapon.]
Howdy! I heard this place has a lot of archives. Mind showing me the way?
The Water Cycle
[Memories swirl all around him. The scent of butterscotch-cinnamon pie, the laugh of his former best friend and adoptive sibling, a hug and forgiveness from a new friend at the end of it all-- and many, many more dark ones. Visions of himself tearing people apart, an endless cycle of death and stagnation he can't escape from, and achieving apotheosis for a glorious moment only to have it come crashing down as painfully as possible.]
[OOC: Like others, I would love to explore this one, but there are many possibilities for memories from Flowey. Please feel free to reach out to me 'andreabandrea' on Discord or 'friendlyflower' on Plurk. I'm still new to the latter (as well as Dreamdwidth), so please excuse any mistakes.]
The Archives
[Finally, someplace in this world that isn't miserable. At least, so far.
With no practical way to turn pages, he sticks to the stone tablets, gathering all the information he can. It seems that the monsters call themselves 'Pokemon', and he's now something called a 'Sunkern'. This new universe must be mocking him.
There's only so much he can learn from books. He turns to the nearest person and tries to strike up conversation, keeping his voice low.]
Golly, there's a lot to learn about this new world, huh? I haven't even started reading about 'guilds' yet. How are you getting your bearings, pal?