shitposting rave 2, electric boogaloo

You touch the petals, you die.

 

-CHOMP-

 

So, how exactly do you expect to get my ~soul~ in you, then?

 

[Act]

[*Smile]

You smile at Flowey. It's a creepy smile.

He should remember that smile.

 

By viscerally dissecting you with several sharp, thorny, magical vines, of course! :p

 

(sweating and trembling uncontrollably)
O-Oh, Ch-Chara.

H-Howdy Friend, I didn't recognize you there at f-first.

I was just j-joking.

P-pitchflirting, right?

 

That... that... doesn't sound fun. Stay far away from my quadrants, far far away. Don't even be on the same planet as me, got it?

 

That's more like it.

:)

 

(regaining composure)
W-What's the matter, Ponytail?

Snuff not your kink?

Don't you know with a soul like yours, I could just poof you right back?

You wouldn't keep that body of yours without your soul, but luckily I have a spare vessel in mind >:p

 

Yeah, yeah, it's not. Neither is being bloodily and brutality ripped apart, even if I won't die from that. Sounds like ouch to me.

A spare vessel? Really? But the one I have right now is awesome.

 

Really now?

And here I was thinking you'd rather be a stuck soulless, in a flower, trapped deep beneath a mountain like little old me here than a be a genie stuck in a lamp!

 

Spoiler: :)

* Hee hee hee.

* Now that's a good idea.

* I wonder if we could replicate the little accident that made us...?

* Just imagine how Smiley Trashbag would feel, without a soul.

* He practically worships the ground his brother walks on!

* I almost remember being like that.

* But we learned better, didn't we...?

 

Okay... you've got a point there, I gotta admit that.

 

Golly, and here I was thinking it was the flower that needed to be kinkshamed. >;p

*CHECKing behind Flowey, you can see ipuntya suddenly snorting chocolate milk from her nose in the background

 

Please don't tell me you're actually considering it.

 

You don't wanna know what I'd do to get out of my lamp. Seriously, you really don't.

 

I can't believe the fucking genie has me beat on stupid-ass demi-suicidal decisions.

 

Well, the fucking genie is immortal, so... let's just say I have insurance. Can't die from being stupid if nothing can kill me, you know...

 

Hee hee hee.

You're immortal, but not invulnerable.

Especially not to magic.

And believe me, those vines will hurt a lot more than tacks and wasps.

If you don't believe me, ask Bonehead #1 here.

 

You'd be surprised.

But at least they'd set me free, whereas the wasps and the tacks only served to make me trapped again,