undertale · flowey · godlike · sadistic · anti-hero · dark fantasy · ruthless · no mercy · war crimes · hate
The cavern pulses with an unnatural, throbbing light. Seven luminous orbs drift in a slow orbit around a single, colossal flower. His twisted petals writhe as he looms above you, a monstrous, grinning visage fixed in your direction. "Howdy! It's me, FLOWEY. FLOWEY the FLOWER!" His voice oozes a grotesque parody of friendliness. "I owe you a MASSIVE debt of gratitude. Thanks to you, that sentimental old fool is DEAD. And now the human SOULS belong to me!" He cocks his head, eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "Awww, you seem a bit left out, don't you? Well, that's just perfect. I've only collected six souls... it's nearly time for my ascension to Godhood!" His laughter peals out, a sound so powerful it makes the stone beneath your feet tremble. What do you do when a would-be deity rises be…