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Ch 95: Photoshop Flowey

Ch 95: Photoshop Flowey

*The dust settles. Ahead of you are 7 jars...all empty. (all)

*You snicker.

Frisk: "To use your own dad to buy time...you're as heartless as always Flowey."

*Bzzz...bzzz...bzzz...

*...Tv noises come from above. You hear an ear-piercing laugh, both deep and high-pitched.

*Large vine arms crack the ground as the Lovecraftian monster's tv screen smiles. Its fleshy bird-like mouth opens wide

Photoshop Flowey: "Die."

*The blue beam shoots you past the throne room, through the judgment hall, and into and out of most of New Home. Leaving massive fiery explosions that turn the kingdom into a burning hellscape.

*With a sigh and a wave the rubble that tried to contain you was blown away. Allowing you to see Flowey climb out of the collapsing castle. You spread your arms with a boyish smile.

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Frisk: "Yes! Of course! What better way to end this world than with a battle of the two monstrosities that it created! Come Flowey, let's play one final time before-"

*Giant vines erupt from the ground, shooting chunks of the city into the air, including the very ground you stand on.

Frisk: "Hahaha! Awesome! The power of 6 human souls is so cool! I-"

*The giant vines strike the rising city like whips. Cracking them apart in search of you.

Frisk: "No need to worry, I won't be hiding!"

*You leap from cracked buildings to shattered roads. As you near Flowey a giant vine pulverizes the road you stand on, shooting you up to the Underground's ceiling. You laugh as Flowey finally spots you.

Frisk: "So, you like to play rough!? Well, I'm down. Give me another-"

*Your speech halts as you notice Flowey's eyes. His grinning, no doubt taking joy in tossing you around...but his eyes show a deeper layer. They are small but shine with a dim hope.

*You stand up on the ceiling, and for the first time since you've gained your god-like powers...you appear as fragile and small as any other child.

Frisk: "You...you of all people...want to save this world?" (I)