[Against his better judgment, Flowey's boredom and curiosity has led the small Sunkern back out into the woods. It's not like he wants to help new people- he can't feel any sort of concern or care- but twice now, someone has reached out to him when he needed it most. He owes it to them to pay it forward... especially if he wants one of these guilds to take him in and not throw him out in the freezing rain.

As he searches, the mist grows colder. Frost begins to form on his leaves. It reminds him of Snowdin, back in the underground he came from. A memory slips from his mind to whoever might catch it, of orange light shining out the windows from Grillby's bar onto the snow outside.]

Hello? Is anyone there? I-- oof! [A heavy white tail knocks him over. He rolls a few times like a soccer ball.] Hey, watch where you're going, moron!

[He takes in a deep breath, shivering. Okay, if this is a panicked newcomer, he remembers how to act nice.] I mean-- are you okay? I'm not going to hurt you! My name's Flowey and I'm here to help! [He puts on a smile.]