I Wonder If Flowey Spent The Equivalent Of Whole Days Killing And Reloading. Killing And Reloading. Just

i wonder if flowey spent the equivalent of whole days killing and reloading. killing and reloading. just to prove to himself that he could bring people back. just to prove to himself that no one had to die again. he controlled it all. no one could die. no one was allowed to die.

i wonder if that’s why he brought frisk back, every time he killed them. they were a playmate. they reminded him of an old friend. their courage, their strength, their determination… it all felt familiar. like if he just reached hard enough, it was them. even if it wasn’t… it was. he told himself it was entertainment. that they hadn’t learned the truth. that they needed to be put in their place before they could be absorbed.

he was lying.

even as he fought them, he knew they couldn’t be gone forever. with just a thought he could bring them back. he was the one in control. and the way blood coated their corpse, the way their body slumped and turned cold when they died, it felt the same as watching the light leave chara’s eyes. and every time he brought them back to life, it felt like he was bringing chara back, too, not just some human.

flowey could bring back the dead. but he had to bring back the dead. if he brought back enough, he could almost pretend it was chara he was resurrecting. and he couldn’t just leave someone dead. because that meant losing them all over again.