[Flowey's emotions generally are a bit... muted, even when he's throwing an exaggerated fit. Maybe it's his lack of soul (not that Kris knows that)? Maybe it's just his edgy teen self?
But this time, there's an overwhelming amount of shock, grief, and... anger, for some reason? It's somehow louder than him shouting to vote for Umbreon.]
Wh-what...? How is that...? How do you...?
[The mental image of Asriel as Kris knows him overlays with Flowey's own mental image, like two photos laid atop one another-- Asriel, 12 years old, never to grow older. There's a faint sense that someone else is near him- a human, their face covered by flowers- but then Flowey yanks the mental image away.]
I don't... I don't understand! I can't understand! Is this some kind of joke?! What...? I... how...
[The sense of going flying. He either dropped or threw the Grumpearl. The connection severs.]
1/3??
But this time, there's an overwhelming amount of shock, grief, and... anger, for some reason? It's somehow louder than him shouting to vote for Umbreon.]
Wh-what...? How is that...? How do you...?
[The mental image of Asriel as Kris knows him overlays with Flowey's own mental image, like two photos laid atop one another-- Asriel, 12 years old, never to grow older. There's a faint sense that someone else is near him- a human, their face covered by flowers- but then Flowey yanks the mental image away.]
I don't... I don't understand! I can't understand! Is this some kind of joke?! What...? I... how...
[The sense of going flying. He either dropped or threw the Grumpearl. The connection severs.]