Pain is a very interesting thing to experience when you can’t feel anything. Instead of the dull ache or sharp jolt of sensation your body should feel, all you sense is that something is missing. That you’re being left out of something you should be able to experience, even if it would hurt. You would think it would leave you with a profound sadness, but when you can’t feel that either all you have to turn to is an earth-shattering confusion.
Why am I here? Why can’t I feel...anything?
Although I have yet to answer these questions, I’ve come to accept them and whatever their answers may be. The notion that I can’t feel anything without a body to feel with made enough sense to me to stash any rising insanity in the back of my mind for the time being.
Why did this happen? WHY AM I SO ALONE!?
I think it’s funny that even without feeling, you’re still able to get mad. Tells you something about ourselves, doesn’t it? In the depths of a hollow, endless being, anger and rage can still permeate your existence. Why? Because we let it. It’s such an easy emotion to experience that we cling to it as a form of safety. When all else fails, anger will always be there for us. So that’s what I soon felt. Rage.
I...I DON’T UNDERSTAND. I CAN’T UNDERSTAND! WHY DID THEY LET ME GO!?
In case you were wondering, anger and confusion are kind of buddy-buddy. One fuels the other so they can both move forward. Sounds pretty nice if you think about it.
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Looking back, I feel as if my last outburst may have been a bit specific. You’re probably pretty confused, right now? Heh, welcome to my world.
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Actually, that’s pretty ironic, isn’t it, “welcome to my world?” I mean, I’m certainly not in my own world right now, so who am I to say that?
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Who am I?
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Okay, enough pauses. I need to think. In case you’re an idiot, which I find highly likely no offense, I’m not from around here. I don’t know where “here” is but I can tell it’s not where I’m from. There’s too much light and too much...joy? I think that’s what that is. Again, I don’t have reference, but it just feels like the kind of annoying happiness that surrounds a really nice place. I hope this place is nice. Would be a good change of pace for me.
But back to the light. We have light where I’m from but it’s all artificial. Don’t have any way to get the natural stuff, if you know what I mean. Here I can feel the sun beating down not just on me, but the entire world. And I know what you’re thinking: how can I feel the sun? Well, sunlight is one of the few things you can feel when YOU’RE A BUCKING FLOWER!!!
Wait, what? I didn’t mean to say that. Not like I didn’t mean for an outburst. I’ve already told you I choose to get mad. I didn’t want those words. Those weren’t my words.
Bucking...?
What. The. Hell?
BUCKING!
THAT’S NOT WHAT I’M SAYING!!!
You know what I’m trying to say, right? Then why can’t I say it!?
BUCKING! BUCK! BUCK YOU! BUCK IT ALL! CELESTIA, Dammit!
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WHO THE BUCK IS CELESTIA!? AAAAAHHH!!!
I take back what I said about this being a nice place. This place is worse than my place. This place is just horrible...Maybe they did kill me? Am I in hell? That would explain a lot...No, it can’t be. They wouldn’t do it, for some reason...I bet the skeleton did this. I bet he found me and put me here! He did something so I can’t say what I want! He could do it. He would do it...Maybe he killed me. That I believe.
But who is Celestia? WOAH!
I...felt that. It was the sunlight from earlier, but when I said that name...
Celestia, JEEZ!
It keeps...intensifying like the sun is answering me. Is the sun...alive here? I mean, I’m a talking flower so I can’t judge, but the sun is the sun. That’s just creepy. So why then is it not responding to “sun,” only “Celesti...” I almost said it again. Don’t get me wrong, I’m loving this sunlight, but it’s getting kind of hot over here.
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Okay, get back on track, Flowey. You have to figure this out. Here’s what you’re going to do. One, get back to the Underground. I can do that. Two, find that worthless bag of bones. And three, don’t be a liar and kill him just like you told the kid you would...
Hey, what’s more pathetic than a talking flower? A talking flower talking to himself. But that’s where I’m at, so just deal with it.
You know what else is pathetic about being a talking flower? Not being able to talk to other flowers. And not cause I’m too shy or anything! They just don’t talk back. It’s hard being the only one of your kind that has any basic intelligence. I’m sure a lot of creatures feel like that sometimes. But they don’t know. They don’t know I can actually mean it when I say it.
I bring up not being able to talk to other flowers because that’s the one thing that seems to be the same here. When I first...woke up in my own world, I was surrounded by flowers just like me. Except they lacked the one thing I had left, my meaningless, simplistic existence. And since I’m a talking flower, that means I was the only one that had eyes and a mouth. It’s kind of the same here. I’m the only flower I can see, but there are other plants. Must be in a jungle or something.
HELLO, FELLOW FLORA! I AM FLOWEY THE FLOWER! HERE MY CALL!
I know that was a little unnecessary but even flowers like to joke around sometime.
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What?
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I mean, you’re right, but...
I’m not talking to you by the way. You wouldn’t believe this, but one of the trees actually “HEARD MY CALL!” I know right? Weird.
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I’m in...Equestria? Like with horses...
What do you mean I can’t say that? I just did. I can’t say bucking, I’ve already established that...
No, I can say “bucking,” but that’s not what I’m trying to say...
I can’t tell you what I’m trying to say. It won’t let me...
I don’t know who IT is? Here, I guess? This place...
I WILL blame this on Equestria if I want to, what do you know?...
Oh, Mr.Tree of Harmony, you’re so right and scary. Bite me. I’m Flowey the flower, you can’t....
Oh...oh....
Those do sound kind of powerful...A FREAKING DEMON!?...Well okay then...I’m sorry about that.
You, I’m talking to you again now. Don’t judge me. I didn’t just a lose a fight with this tree. He just...showed me what he was packing. And it beat a demon apparently.
...Wait, what?...How many are there...
...six...and they come from six individuals each with their own distinctive personality traits?...
That’s convenient for me. Where did you say those were?...
What do you mean you won’t tell me!? I thought we were buds? Get it ... “buds.”...
Oh, now you’re giving me the silent treatment, eh. Well, two can play at this game.
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But seriously I don’t want to play so just tell me where they a...
Something’s coming. Maybe I don’t need you to tell me after all.
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Howdy, yellow horse thing! I’m Flowey. Flowey the flower. Want to be my friend?
Author's Note
Can't decide whether to make this fic more serious and an adventure or continue with a more comedic take of Flowey being in Equestria. Thoughts?
