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friendlyflower) wrote2025-05-26 09:32 pm
friendlyflower) wrote2025-05-26 09:32 pm
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[ Somehow, even while at a festival, Bigby still couldn't manage to come out unscathed. He's healing fine, of course, the faded claw marks on his face evidence enough of that, but without any quests to preoccupy himself with following that whole debacle, he's turned to the next best thing: a hunt on the outskirts of town.
Not that he really needs to at this point, being more than okay with the food offered by his guild, but the opportunity to forgo any pretense of being human, even for just a moment, hasn't been lost on him since he arrived. With the sun nearly set, he stalks a different kind of prey than usual, a Pidgey by the looks of it. But before he can go in, there's a shuffle of leaves nearby, loud enough to startle the bird Pokémon to fly away. ]
Oh, for fuck’s — hey. [ He snarls in the direction of the noise, before standing to stomp over with his teeth bared. There's an immediate suspicion as to who else it could be, likely on a hunt just like him, but instead he finds a complete stranger. Upon that realization, he simply sighs, still frustrated but simmering down. ]
... Thought you were someone else. [ That doesn't seem enough to get the scowl off his face, though. In fact, his brows furrow even deeper at the Sunkern, confused as to why this type of Pokémon would even be out here. ] You lost or what? It's dangerous outside the city.
Not that he really needs to at this point, being more than okay with the food offered by his guild, but the opportunity to forgo any pretense of being human, even for just a moment, hasn't been lost on him since he arrived. With the sun nearly set, he stalks a different kind of prey than usual, a Pidgey by the looks of it. But before he can go in, there's a shuffle of leaves nearby, loud enough to startle the bird Pokémon to fly away. ]
Oh, for fuck’s — hey. [ He snarls in the direction of the noise, before standing to stomp over with his teeth bared. There's an immediate suspicion as to who else it could be, likely on a hunt just like him, but instead he finds a complete stranger. Upon that realization, he simply sighs, still frustrated but simmering down. ]
... Thought you were someone else. [ That doesn't seem enough to get the scowl off his face, though. In fact, his brows furrow even deeper at the Sunkern, confused as to why this type of Pokémon would even be out here. ] You lost or what? It's dangerous outside the city.
Can't a guy wallow in misery in peace? [He offers no other explanation for why he's out here. The Sunkern looks Bigby up and down.] What, cranky that I ruined your kill? Don't worry. With a face like that, the next one will die from shock.
[Despite his taunting, he seems... very tired. He's barely even managing any malice in the words.]
There's a nest up the tree there. Eggs? You like eggs? Wait for the mom to come back if nothing else. Easy pickings.
[Despite his taunting, he seems... very tired. He's barely even managing any malice in the words.]
There's a nest up the tree there. Eggs? You like eggs? Wait for the mom to come back if nothing else. Easy pickings.
[ All he can manage is an irritated scoff in response. He's in no mood, and by the looks of it, neither is Flowey. ]
If I wanted easy pickings, I'm staring right at it. [ His eyes narrow, the scent of sunflower seeds easily catching his nose. ] But that's not the point of why I'm here. Not that I'd expect you to understand. Go wallow back in town. It's safer.
If I wanted easy pickings, I'm staring right at it. [ His eyes narrow, the scent of sunflower seeds easily catching his nose. ] But that's not the point of why I'm here. Not that I'd expect you to understand. Go wallow back in town. It's safer.
[His eyes grow wide, shining; his smile looks innocent.] Aww, what are you gonna do? Are you gonna sink those teeth into me? Break my shell? Eat me alive and leave no trace?
[His voice swaps between surprisingly good imitations of Ribombee and Bigby himself.] 'What happened to Flowey?' 'Dunno. By the way, don't ask why I have a fat sunflower seed shaped belly.' 'Okay! Nobody liked him anyway so I'm not sending out a search team.' [His voice returns to normal, albeit still cloyingly sweet.] Is that it? Huh, tough guy? You'd better really kill me! Make it hurt! I deserve it, you know. I've killed so many people you can't even imagine it. Even the other guild members want me dead now. [At that part, his voice cracks almost imperceptibly.]
[His voice swaps between surprisingly good imitations of Ribombee and Bigby himself.] 'What happened to Flowey?' 'Dunno. By the way, don't ask why I have a fat sunflower seed shaped belly.' 'Okay! Nobody liked him anyway so I'm not sending out a search team.' [His voice returns to normal, albeit still cloyingly sweet.] Is that it? Huh, tough guy? You'd better really kill me! Make it hurt! I deserve it, you know. I've killed so many people you can't even imagine it. Even the other guild members want me dead now. [At that part, his voice cracks almost imperceptibly.]
[ Holy shit. And Bigby thought he had problems. He is, at least, mildly amused at hearing his own impersonation done that well. But otherwise, what the fuck, Flowey. ]
You finished? Need another go at it to feel better? [ He pulls out a seed from his pocket, not to eat, but to hold in between his fingers like a cigarette. A force of habit for these types of conversations. ] Look, I'm not going to kill you, and neither is your guild. If what we did back home mattered here, pretty sure most of us would be in some deep shit. Me included. [ A shrug. New worlds. Second chances. He's been through it enough as it is. ]
Seems like you're beating yourself up enough anyway. Not much more I can do there.
You finished? Need another go at it to feel better? [ He pulls out a seed from his pocket, not to eat, but to hold in between his fingers like a cigarette. A force of habit for these types of conversations. ] Look, I'm not going to kill you, and neither is your guild. If what we did back home mattered here, pretty sure most of us would be in some deep shit. Me included. [ A shrug. New worlds. Second chances. He's been through it enough as it is. ]
Seems like you're beating yourself up enough anyway. Not much more I can do there.
[He doubles over, exhausted. What was that? What the hell does he care? Ugh, he wishes he could still reset.] Fine. Just go back to hunting and leave me here to die. Or until Firepaw decides to finally come kill me.
[ This kid (?) is going through it, and Bigby is still not a registered therapy dog. He rubs the back of his head, tempted by Flowey's suggestion but unable to just walk away. Dragging him back to town seems like the easiest way to deal with this, but that thought immediately gets tossed aside. ] Firepaw? Are you serious?
[ He could not scoff any louder. That's who this seed is crying about? The fucking hold this cat has on people. ] Well, shit, maybe I should eat you. Save you the embarrassment of dying to a fucking housecat. [ He leans in to look the slumped Sunkern in the face. Pitiable, to be honest. No way this kid killed anyone. ]
Alright, stand straight so I can rip your face off.
[ He could not scoff any louder. That's who this seed is crying about? The fucking hold this cat has on people. ] Well, shit, maybe I should eat you. Save you the embarrassment of dying to a fucking housecat. [ He leans in to look the slumped Sunkern in the face. Pitiable, to be honest. No way this kid killed anyone. ]
Alright, stand straight so I can rip your face off.
[He almost says something about how Fire beats Grass, but it's never been about the type matchup. Firepaw (thought he) was his friend, and now it's ruined. If he had any morality, he would let Bigby tear his face off.
Instead, he bursts into laughter.]
Boy, he would be ticked off if he heard you say that. [This time, he does an impression of Firepaw.] "I'm not a housecat! I ran away so I'm not a pet anymore! I eat mice and stuff!" Wowwww, congratulations, you graduated from crapping in a box to crapping on the ground. Hee hee.
Instead, he bursts into laughter.]
Boy, he would be ticked off if he heard you say that. [This time, he does an impression of Firepaw.] "I'm not a housecat! I ran away so I'm not a pet anymore! I eat mice and stuff!" Wowwww, congratulations, you graduated from crapping in a box to crapping on the ground. Hee hee.
[ He pulls back, arms folded. Flowey's laughter is infectious, enough that even Bigby can't help the cheeky smile growing on his face. ]
As if I need to say anything to piss him off. I'm living proof he can't hunt for shit. [ It's bordering on petty, he more than knows that, but there's something relieving about just saying fuck it. ] Some advice? Make that impression irritating enough to give me a headache next time, and I'd say you nailed it.
As if I need to say anything to piss him off. I'm living proof he can't hunt for shit. [ It's bordering on petty, he more than knows that, but there's something relieving about just saying fuck it. ] Some advice? Make that impression irritating enough to give me a headache next time, and I'd say you nailed it.
So what's your beef with him? Sounds like he tried to eat you and realized you're not one of the 'acceptable Pokemon' that he's allowed to kill with no guilt? I bet you gave him a nasty surprise. Hee hee.
[Even as he mocks Firepaw, his voice is tinged with sadness. He knows he shouldn't be talking so much crap, and he wouldn't if they weren't fighting right now. But he's mad, and all he's good at is insulting people.]
[Even as he mocks Firepaw, his voice is tinged with sadness. He knows he shouldn't be talking so much crap, and he wouldn't if they weren't fighting right now. But he's mad, and all he's good at is insulting people.]
[ Bigby's finally biting at that seed in his paw. What is his beef, really? It's not like he can't just roll with the punches when things accidentally go sideways.
No, this is a little more primal than that. ] Would've been nastier if that overgrown bird didn't get in the middle of it. [ Sounds like someone else Flowey might know. He clicks his tongue. ] So, yeah. He tried to eat me and somehow made that my fault. Hard not to have a problem with that fucking attitude of his. [ Not the full of it, but it doesn't matter. Instead, his head tilts at Flowey, curious. ]
But bit of a different story with you, isn't it? You really expecting him to come hunt you now?
No, this is a little more primal than that. ] Would've been nastier if that overgrown bird didn't get in the middle of it. [ Sounds like someone else Flowey might know. He clicks his tongue. ] So, yeah. He tried to eat me and somehow made that my fault. Hard not to have a problem with that fucking attitude of his. [ Not the full of it, but it doesn't matter. Instead, his head tilts at Flowey, curious. ]
But bit of a different story with you, isn't it? You really expecting him to come hunt you now?
Of his own accord? No. He'd probably forgive me if I went and said sorry. [That's the worst part of all this.] But if he ratted to the guild... they'd send someone. Maybe even him. [He is a Fire type, after all.]
... It started when I first wound up in this crappy place. I was half-dead and lost in the fog. He saved me. I owed him for that, even if he is an idiot.
... It started when I first wound up in this crappy place. I was half-dead and lost in the fog. He saved me. I owed him for that, even if he is an idiot.
[ Bigby makes a bit of a face at first. Kids, he thinks. Even if Firepaw is a special case being a cat, he still sounds young — they both do. Not that he has any right to hold that against Flowey when he's the one snickering at him calling the Litten an idiot. At least he knows to hide that behind a paw for now. ]
You think he'd hunt you down after saving you? Wow. He's even worse than I thought. [ His words are practically dripping with sarcasm; he clearly doesn't believe Flowey's fears are coming to fruition any time soon. ] Sounds to me like you already know what you have to do.
[ He folds his arms, nodding. ] Rat on him first.
You think he'd hunt you down after saving you? Wow. He's even worse than I thought. [ His words are practically dripping with sarcasm; he clearly doesn't believe Flowey's fears are coming to fruition any time soon. ] Sounds to me like you already know what you have to do.
[ He folds his arms, nodding. ] Rat on him first.
Rat on him first? With what? It's pretty clear you think of him as an upstanding citizen, and he's Ribombee's favorite. [He only sounds a little bitter about this.]
... You don't mean for killing Pokemon, do you? Nobody cares. Or are you suggesting I frame him?
... You don't mean for killing Pokemon, do you? Nobody cares. Or are you suggesting I frame him?
[ That gets an eyebrow raise. ] ... I do? Don't remember saying that in between the whole "he tried to eat me and made that my problem" schtick, but sure, yeah. Everybody loves a housecat.
[ The joke didn't land, and that's fine. He's dialing it back again instead. ] Clearly I wasn't being serious. You already said what you need to do. Unless you're scared saying sorry won't actually work?
[ The joke didn't land, and that's fine. He's dialing it back again instead. ] Clearly I wasn't being serious. You already said what you need to do. Unless you're scared saying sorry won't actually work?
[ Left behind wherever gifts may have been placed at Flowey's party, there's a small box neatly wrapped in red and white! Inside, there's a fancy pastry and a note: ]
Happy Birthday, Flowey! I would have liked to give you a carving, but I am afraid that my skill with paws is not quite up to my usual standard. But let me know what you would like, and I shall make it for you in the future!
- Ingo
[ Written before their whole conversation, obviously, but - well, cake is cake? ]
Happy Birthday, Flowey! I would have liked to give you a carving, but I am afraid that my skill with paws is not quite up to my usual standard. But let me know what you would like, and I shall make it for you in the future!
- Ingo
[ Written before their whole conversation, obviously, but - well, cake is cake? ]
[When Flowey gets around to opening his gifts, he's surprised to find one from Ingo that he didn't see yet. He tears the box open with his mouth like the armless little creature he is.
Flowey reads the card and makes mental note of it before devouring the pastry. It's very fancy. He didn't know Ingo could bake! Or make carvings, whatever that looks like.
... Now that he thinks about it, Flowey mostly just rambled at him about all the awful things he did. He'll have to ask him about it later.]
Flowey reads the card and makes mental note of it before devouring the pastry. It's very fancy. He didn't know Ingo could bake! Or make carvings, whatever that looks like.
... Now that he thinks about it, Flowey mostly just rambled at him about all the awful things he did. He'll have to ask him about it later.]
[After their last conversation Kris wasn't planning to reach out again (if ever), but once the first wave of panic passes they come to a new, even more horrifying realization. Flowey doesn't just know. He could go and tell others.
What if Noelle finds out?
They don't want to talk about any of this, but above all, they cannot afford to let this go unchecked. Their Soul seems to realize the same, once they prod it to check the pearl again.
At least it doesn't take them long to figure out how private messaging works. They close their eyes and think about Flowey...]
Hey.
Don't tell anyone.
[They're pretty good at keeping their emotions under wraps on a good day... but even with their Soul's will coursing through each word, the statement is just as much wrapped in an aura of desperation. They're completely at the Sunkern's MERCY right now and they hate it.]
What if Noelle finds out?
They don't want to talk about any of this, but above all, they cannot afford to let this go unchecked. Their Soul seems to realize the same, once they prod it to check the pearl again.
At least it doesn't take them long to figure out how private messaging works. They close their eyes and think about Flowey...]
Hey.
Don't tell anyone.
[They're pretty good at keeping their emotions under wraps on a good day... but even with their Soul's will coursing through each word, the statement is just as much wrapped in an aura of desperation. They're completely at the Sunkern's MERCY right now and they hate it.]
deltarune spoilers for this thread im assuming. for anyone reading.
friendlyflower
2025-10-31 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Interesting. Verrrry interesting.
They wouldn't ask him to keep this secret if things were all normal and above-board. Everyone has a soul, after all. But their desperation to hide it only confirms that something's strange.
After sleeping off the worst of his illness (and his humiliation), he was able to settle on a hypothesis: the soul likely wasn't Kris's own, thus the mismatch in their thoughts and feelings. He didn't know that humans could take other human souls! This is truly revelatory. Is this what they were up to on the surface...?]
Or what? You're going to kill me, you utter pacifist? If you even look at me wrong, I'm squealing loud as I can on this entire network!
[... assuming anyone will listen to him anymore and the Grumpig bros don't come to confiscate his pearl. Oh, well. He lets the threat hang in the air anyway.]
Don't worry. Your pal Flowey will keep your secret. But you're going to tell me some things I want to know.
Let's start easy. Who are you, really? And DON'T forget. I'M [with you in the dark] in control of the conversation, here.
They wouldn't ask him to keep this secret if things were all normal and above-board. Everyone has a soul, after all. But their desperation to hide it only confirms that something's strange.
After sleeping off the worst of his illness (and his humiliation), he was able to settle on a hypothesis: the soul likely wasn't Kris's own, thus the mismatch in their thoughts and feelings. He didn't know that humans could take other human souls! This is truly revelatory. Is this what they were up to on the surface...?]
Or what? You're going to kill me, you utter pacifist? If you even look at me wrong, I'm squealing loud as I can on this entire network!
[... assuming anyone will listen to him anymore and the Grumpig bros don't come to confiscate his pearl. Oh, well. He lets the threat hang in the air anyway.]
Don't worry. Your pal Flowey will keep your secret. But you're going to tell me some things I want to know.
Let's start easy. Who are you, really? And DON'T forget. I'M [
slaps this thread you can fit SO many deltarune spoilers in here
heartonachain
2025-10-31 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Predictably, this goes straight to blackmail. What's another raw deal on their long list of fuck ups?]
Fine. [They stifle the anger simmering in their chest. They can find their way around this. Stay calm, maintain what little control they still have... and if their Soul has any sense it can shut up and let them handle this for once.
...
...
That's close enough to an agreement. Okay.]
My name's still Kris. [they could give their last name but haha! nope! not risking that conversation anymore.]
Fine. [They stifle the anger simmering in their chest. They can find their way around this. Stay calm, maintain what little control they still have... and if their Soul has any sense it can shut up and let them handle this for once.
...
...
That's close enough to an agreement. Okay.]
My name's still Kris. [they could give their last name but haha! nope! not risking that conversation anymore.]
Edited 2025-10-31 05:39 (UTC)
[He doesn't think to ask. Neither Chara nor Frisk had surnames as far as he knew.]
If you say so, Kris. And how long have you been able to SAVE and RESET?
[He's going out on a limb with this one... but he's more interested in Kris's reaction than whatever non-answer they're sure to give.]
If you say so, Kris. And how long have you been able to SAVE and RESET?
[He's going out on a limb with this one... but he's more interested in Kris's reaction than whatever non-answer they're sure to give.]
[There is a pronounced silence, like someone trying to empty their mind in preparation for a difficult series of probing questions...
only
genuinely
they have no idea what he's talking about.
The Soul does not speak up (well, they did tell it not to?) so they're just going to have to wing it here.]
Does it matter?
only
genuinely
they have no idea what he's talking about.
The Soul does not speak up (well, they did tell it not to?) so they're just going to have to wing it here.]
Does it matter?
[Huh... normally, he'd assume they're playing dumb, but he caught that whiff of confusion. Do they really not know? Maybe the SOUL is controlling more of the shots than he thought.
He thinks about going over their head and asking it directly... but admittedly, he's a little disconcerted by it. Better play it safe for now.
Next question, then.] Hee hee hee... so that's how it's going to be, huh?
Fine. How does your SOUL know me? I know it wasn't YOU saying you were happy to see ME again.
[... is there any chance this is one of the SOULs that Asgore collected? It didn't feel like them.]
He thinks about going over their head and asking it directly... but admittedly, he's a little disconcerted by it. Better play it safe for now.
Next question, then.] Hee hee hee... so that's how it's going to be, huh?
Fine. How does your SOUL know me? I know it wasn't YOU saying you were happy to see ME again.
[... is there any chance this is one of the SOULs that Asgore collected? It didn't feel like them.]
[How does their Soul know Flowey?
Once again, they pause in case it decides to answer... but it rarely does when they want it to. Certainly not right now. It's not a surprise that it, too, has secrets it wants to keep from them—and from Flowey.
But Kris doesn't give a shit about any of that. This is for all the times it pried into their personal life.]
Know any asshole skeletons?
Once again, they pause in case it decides to answer... but it rarely does when they want it to. Certainly not right now. It's not a surprise that it, too, has secrets it wants to keep from them—and from Flowey.
But Kris doesn't give a shit about any of that. This is for all the times it pried into their personal life.]
Know any asshole skeletons?
[What--]
SANS?! [Surprise, followed by a wave of pure, unbridled annoyance.] You know that Smiley Trashbag?! Did HE put you up to this?!
SANS?! [Surprise, followed by a wave of pure, unbridled annoyance.] You know that Smiley Trashbag?! Did HE put you up to this?!
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